I know I told you guys that I would be updating old poems last night. I intended to make good on that promise…then I passed out at 8:00 pm. I’ve had a couple of exhausting days in an elementary school special education classroom. It was so bad that my eyes started to grow tired as I tried to finish the book I am reading– 11/22/63 by Stephen King. By the way, this is not one of King’s better books.
I will update a couple of poems over the next hour (and work on the redesign). Until then, I want to direct you to a poem I think many of you will enjoy. I wrote it last semester while substitute teaching in a elementary art classroom. Eavesdropping on my students is one of my favorite past-times. Enjoy.
As I come close to finishing the second draft of my novel, a certain thought keeps coming to mind: what ages am I capable of writing? I used to believe it was almost impossible to write beyond your age. I now know that not to be true. I am now 23 and the core of my novel center around three characters in their late twenties. Nowadays, my thoughts revolve around the more extreme ages. Throughout the novel, I bring in random characters in their forties and fifties…but I worry that I can’t make them as well rounded as the other characters because I haven’t gone through that part of my life.
Then there is youth. With this novel, I feel like I have done a good job with my youngest character. She is 14. When I think about it, however, I am not sure if I could go much younger. I love reading books with young characters…but I don’t know how to develop such a character. How do you enter the mind of youth? I talked at length with one of my friends about this. She just read “Room.” It’s a book that centers around a five year old. I can’t even imagine. Maybe that’s another boundary of my abilities that I need dismantle through hard work and writing practice.