The Simple Poet

I used to delete almost everything I wrote. It’s a habit hard to shake; even now I flick through documents of words, my words, and I want to pretend they were never written. But at the time they meant something. They probably still do, if I read them with the right eyes rather than the … Continue reading The Simple Poet

On Blogging for Two Years

I’ve been thinking about my blog lately; how it’s changed over the (many) months, how it ranges from longer posts to short thoughts that didn’t even make sense to me at the time. I like what my blog is, and I still love blogging, but I can’t help but linger on what it used to … Continue reading On Blogging for Two Years

Poem #1

If you remember from yesterday's post, I'm unofficially challenging myself to write creatively without a purpose. Although does posting them on this blog give them a purpose? (I'm asking the real questions, campers.) Here's my poem of the day, a short fella that took a few seconds. Isn't it funny what we can create in … Continue reading Poem #1

Ramblings and Zines

It still smells like spring and the sun lingers in the evening, creating an atmosphere in which I want to both be waking up as early as I can and falling asleep as late as possible. I don’t want to miss any part of the day. My window is open even when it gets too … Continue reading Ramblings and Zines

Spring Writing

My days smell like spring which is lovely but I’ve discovered a problem. Spring is motivating for writing because the sun is warm on my back and everything smells fresh and new and clean and I don’t have to wear a thousand layers just to feel my toes. But I feel like writing so I … Continue reading Spring Writing

For Lack of a Plan

The decision has been made: NaNoWriMo will be attempted by this camper. But perhaps not in true Sarah-fashion. In NaNoWriMo there are many horror stories of people walking into November with no plan, no outline, no plot. They go into it with nothing. And many crash halfway through the month because they don’t know where … Continue reading For Lack of a Plan

On Inspiration

On the rare occasion I am struck with inspiration, it all pours out of me. Easy. I feel accomplished, considerably empty, proud, and like this is what I’ve been waiting for my whole life. And yet. And yet. And yet it doesn’t happen like that most of the time. Most of the time I sit … Continue reading On Inspiration