It’s the IWSG day once again! Time’s a Bugatti, isn’t it? I love the IWSG. It’s an awesome place to learn and grow; a support group where you can reach out to better your craft.
The first Wednesday of every month is officially Insecure Writer’s Support Group day. Post your thoughts on your own blog. Talk about your doubts and the fears you have conquered. Discuss your struggles and triumphs. Offer a word of encouragement for others who are struggling. Visit others in the group and connect with your fellow writer – aim for a dozen new people each time – and return comments. This group is all about connecting!
If you wish to join sign up here
The awesome co-hosts for August are Susan Baury Rouchard, Nancy Gideon, Jennifer Lane, Jennifer Hawes, Chemist Ken, and Chrys Fey! Do visit them and show some love!
Now for this month’s question. I love answering these questions.
August 5 question – Quote: “Although I have written a short story collection, the form found me and not the other way around. Don’t write short stories, novels or poems. Just write your truth and your stories will mold into the shapes they need to be.”
Have you ever written a piece that became a form, or even a genre, you hadn’t planned on writing in? Or do you choose a form/genre in advance?
Here is my response:
Did I find writing
Or did writing find me?
I often keep wondering
About the genesis of this story
On a plodding Sunday
As I lay about
My mind wandered to
A lonely, forsaken cloud
Wordsworth then made way
Into the room stealthily
And before I knew I had
Created some poetry!
Believe you me
Intention I had none
I am a story-teller
Don’t care for rhyme or pun
It must’ve been serendipity
That turned my prose into poetry!
So, the very next day
I decided not to go astray
And pulled out a tale
Called ‘Shards from a Decade’
Intense, stirring and savvy
The yarn was read by many
Who inadvertently chose
To call the piece ‘poetic’ prose.
Thereupon for days and weeks
And several months and years
I ordered myself by decree
To solely pen stories
Do you now wish to know
If that’s the form I choose?
Well, yes, I am watchful
By verses I shall certainly not be noosed
Now, don’t you ask me how then
This response turned into poetry
I guess I’ll have to confess
The form wilfully always chooses me!
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I just thought I will turn this into fun this month. Hope you enjoyed visiting the blog. Until we meet again!
It definitely does seem to choose the person!
Beautifully done!
at times i wonder are we born with artistic inclination. Is it natural to be in the flow? well expressed! first time on your space and loved reading you.
I am like a flowing river, waiting to meet the horizon,some day. I sail my boat on the river of thoughts and when my boat finds the shore, ohh, I find, I have reached my home!
Love this! Very fun.
Wow, I absolutely loved that poem. What a good idea!
I admire people who can write beautiful poetry like you do. I love reading it, but I’ll leave its creation to others.
That’s amazing, and so obvious that the form found you – but you rock it!
Thank you for stopping by!
Brava on the lovely poem Sonia!
Thank you!
I enjoyed your poem (and the question that prompted it). I agree that our writing will follow the form it needs to take.
Thank you Liz!
You’re welcome, Sonia!
Love your poem, and how poetry persists in making you its author. For sure, our genres choose us, not the other way around. I always knew I wanted to write fantasy. Non-reality anyway. Speculative fiction might be a larger and more fitting umbrella, as it includes my sci-fi stories as well. Still not reality.
Thanks Olga. Well, and I’m so much about realistic fiction. And I don’t know what makes it so! Thanks for stopping by.
That poem, Sonia! What flow! Beautiful! I can so relate to it. I too never start with a genre in mind. It just takes a form and life of its own. I start with a vision or catch-phrase or a sentence that keeps repeating itself to me that I finally will have to pick up my Word or a paper/notebook and note it down to feel relieved. It’s bursting with so much energy that I have to let it free. 🙂
I hear you Deepa. This desire to let it flow!
Happy IWSG Day! Thanks for stopping by my blog and your kind words.
Poetry does not come naturally to me and I usually do an awful job with it, but lately, it’s chosen me to express heartache and pain. Don’t know if it’s temporary or permanent.
Thanks for sharing your poem. I’m glad it chose you.
Thank you Toi for being here!💐💐
Very creative way of answering the question. Love it!
So glad. Thank you!
Nicely done. 🙂
Anna from elements of emaginette
Thank you!💐💐
Your poem says exactly what I was thinking! Happy IWSG, Sonia.
So glad Joy! Happy IWSG!
Love it!! Your words flow beautifully! 🙂
Thanks Jemi!
Great post. You’re far more creative than I’m feeling this morning!
Great prose. I wonder how long it took you to write that? Probably more time than I spent on my much less grand IWSG Post.
Haha. Not at all. It was quick. Id been ruminating over it and when I sat down it just happened. Thanks!
I almost felt like you penned down my response to the question there Sonia 🙂 I am pretty sure mine is definitely a serendipity 🙂
I have been reading you since few years now and all I can say is writing and you are just made for each other. Be it prose or poetry 🙂
That is so kind of you Ellora. Thank you so much!
Loved your thoughts and the lovely poem Sonia!
Thanks Jyoti!💐💐
Lovely Sonia! It was such fun to read and so relatable to many of us writers!
Hey Noor. I’m so glad you liked it.
You’re a great poetess and storyteller. Regardless of the form that chooses you, your creativity shines brilliantly
Those are endearing words. Thank you Shweta!💐💐
You’re very welcome 🙂