Simplicity Revisited

It’s only spring but it feels like summer with exceptional warm temperatures we are experiencing. As I’m busy with spring cleaning, I thought I’d revisit my word, simplify, for 2019. This is to share how I fare up, so far.

What I’ve been up to

Simplifying is not always easy, at least when it concerns my creative writing. It’s been a busy start of the year: 

  • Finished the novel revision, and now I brace myself for publishing.

  • Started outlining a second book of fiction. It started as a collection of short stories but some stories refuse to be cut short. Time will tell…

  • I’m presently (and for the first time) participating in National Poetry Writing Challenge for the month of April, on Instagram.

What I’ve been reading

At the beginning of the year, I joined Goodreads. I even took up their reading challenge, and something I definitely regret now. I hate feeling rushed when I’m reading. But here are some insightful books I’ve read thus far:

  • Homegoing by Yaa Gyasi, the book taught me something about slavery more than a text book can possibly do because the story is about people than historical events.

  • How To Steal A country by Robin Renwick, a must-read for an in depth look at the state of affairs in post-apartheid South Africa.

  • Savages by Christina Bergling, a frightening yet hopeful story of survival and what makes us human. 

What I’ve been listening to

I love listening to TED Talks on different subjects. The following are what I’ve enjoyed recently:

What I’ve been thinking of

I enjoy participating in NaNoPoWri challenge. But it has never been more evident than it is now that I enjoy slow writing and slow reading.

  • When the challenge is over, I’ll stick to long reads. That is, actually reading blogs I follow more than interactions on social media.

  • Sometimes, I read a poem or poetry book that really moves or excites me and often wish I could sit down with the poet and have a conversation about their work. I’m thinking of ways to achieve this. Will keep you posted.

If you have managed to read to the end of this post, yay to long reads! Now, I’d love to hear how your year has been so far?

The Emphasis on Selectivity

“Don’t go out looking for experience for its own sake.” ~ Saul Bellow

An apple-like fruit whose name I do not know.

It is the thing—
under no circumstances
to give into

Invitations are plenty
but snobbery
pays off

chew the invite

Selectively
swallow or spit;
it’s an acquired taste

do not give in

Temptation IS
sweetest bitterness
– resist!

for Poets United

note: I’ve been preparing for an exam in the past few weeks, and as such I couldn’t get round to reading all my favourite blogs. But now that it’s done (I wrote it today) I’ll be slowly catching up.

Here’s to wishing you all a peaceful Easter break, in advance!

In Solitude I Breathe

“Solitude is painful when one is young, but delightful when one is more mature.” ~ Albert Einstein

I once got into trouble with words
Unfiltered impetus started a storm
That went viral for days on end

I wrote bold and authentic in silence
Emotions—
I should have swallowed whole
Whilst I sat anonymous in solitude

for Poets United

Walker Bay, Hermanus, SA

On Writing & Living

Before there was such a thing as social media, I wrote a two/three-page vent that went viral, in today’s terms. I was a teen, at a boarding school, when a schoolmate said something that vexed me.

Because I always preferred to write than talk, I took to paper and vomited my anger leaving skid marks that caused an eyesore.

This is NOT one of my proudest moments. I hope the “victim” eventually found in their hearts to forgive me. Because it took me years to forgive myself from that experience. In fact, it’s the same reason, I was afraid to write and I was sure writing was not for me.

To cut the long story short, I was being authentic with my feelings as I could be in my naive youth with freedom of speech, in a time and space (South Africa) where such a thing was for a privileged few.

The lesson learnt from that experience? Being authentic doesn’t mean being mean or let my feelings run rampage. It’s a lesson that has come in handy even today, with novel writing.

When I feel like strangling a character, I go out into the woods in search of solitude. A space, where I can breathe and clear my mind.

And all this was inspired by Rommy, who asks us to talk about a time when being authentically yourself made things interesting.