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I just wrote the first new poem in my series responding to William Adolphe Bouguereau's art...and I already feel so good about it. Like most "shitty first drafts" (Anne Lamott), it's currently an unfocused mess, but I'm sure I'll be happier with it once I edit. It needs both cutting some lines out and adding some new ones, but some of the lines I do have I'm pretty satisfied with.
Already I feel somewhat close to what the experience was like when I wrote more prolifically as a teenager...that thrill of coming up with the right (or almost-right) thought or image, the joy of doing research and making illusions to well-known stories. (The painting I'm writing in response to depicts Pandora with her box, so obviously there's a lot of opportunity there for referencing Classical mythology.)
If I can keep these positive feelings up as I continue this project, then it should be a really fun experience. I just have to remind myself that it's practice, and doesn't have to be perfect or even great. Putting less pressure on myself always makes writing much more enjoyable.
Already I feel somewhat close to what the experience was like when I wrote more prolifically as a teenager...that thrill of coming up with the right (or almost-right) thought or image, the joy of doing research and making illusions to well-known stories. (The painting I'm writing in response to depicts Pandora with her box, so obviously there's a lot of opportunity there for referencing Classical mythology.)
If I can keep these positive feelings up as I continue this project, then it should be a really fun experience. I just have to remind myself that it's practice, and doesn't have to be perfect or even great. Putting less pressure on myself always makes writing much more enjoyable.