I haven't mined enough for plot. I'm still not used to telling stories. So I avoid that. I tend to write poems that, I hope, don't need stories. I tell about my life in this blog, of course, but that's a very free-form and loose version of storytelling. And I'd better not make anything up on this journal.
Click the "poetical" tag on my blog -- calling it "poetical" lets me link things I wrote that even I don't think make it all the way to being poems, but make it part of the way -- and you don't find many stories. Is it a style? Perhaps. Is it a crutch? Also, perhaps. I do try to avoid the meaningless poetry Stephen King parodied thusly in On Writing:
i close my eyes
in th dark i see
Rodan ***** Rimbaud
in th dark
i swallow th cloth
crow i am here
raven i am here
...but I can still progress plenty of distance past that. And past what I've written so far. That actually was one of my early goals with this journal, over (whoa) nine years ago: be more poetic. Be inspired to be poetic. And Portland is a poetry-inspiring area.
I...I kind of feel I'm being self-justifying here. The insecurities of someone who maybe doesn't entirely trust his creative side. Or doesn't completely trust that his creative side can overcome his lazy side.
I want my poetry to have a point. And I'm worried that any stories I tell will wind up not having a point, either.
But as long as I can feel good about how I keep doing this writing thing, that'll help.
Okay, me: wrote more stuff I like. You've done it. Keep doing it.
(This was also a good way to re-link to my poem, for those of you who don't read the blogs on the weekend.)
* It was a draft of a proposed Sandman film, rewritten by Pulp Fiction's Roger Avary after it was first written by Ted Elliott and Terry Rossio, but I haven't again found Avary's draft online.