Sign from the trackside between Grantham and Notingham
I have listed 44 published poems, with dates and details of first publication. I have been through them again, and they are now mainly in alphabetical order. There are several other lists to go through, then more searching to find the unlisted ones. I wish I’d been more organise. At least I was organised at times, which makes it easier than it might have been.
As a result of this month being so light on possible submissions I now have six weeks to get things organised. With any luck I may be able to submit some things as soon as the window opens in May. This was how I used to do it. In fact, I used to do all my submissions on the first day of the window instead of leaving it until the last minute. It was more relaxed and though my poetry probably wasn’t any better, it was at least edited properly.
Experience tells me that I should not fritter this time away, and I am going to try not to do this. I have four minutes left, at which point it will be time o cook lunch for Julia before she goes off to help in the tearoom.
One thing I notice with my index of poems is that I have a lot of poems starting with the word “The”. I may have to try to be less formulaic.
To make the index more interesting I could, of course, index “The Banana in the Road”, an editor’s choice in Cattatils Spring 2022 edition as “Banana in the Road, The”.
It’s a thought . . .
Mallard at the National Railway Museum – looks fast even when she’s standing still.
😂😂 my husband thinks the dining table is a storage unit. this does not make me happy
And your unhappiness, whilst clearly a matter of some distress to me, does not make him wrong. 🙂
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I can’t believe you used drudgery and organization in the sane sentence
“in the sane sentence”? Do I detect a Freudian slip? And a plaintiff, slightly disbelieving tone?
I like to put something down, leave it, then 5 or 10 or 20 years later go back, wipe the dust off and carry on. Julia, on the other hand, likes to move it after 20 minutes and hide it where it will never be found again. She calls this “tidying”. I call it many things . . .
I wish I could be as organised. I have folders, but can never remember which folder I put something in. Cataloguing? I did do that with guitar songs I’d learned years ago but I can never remember if they are under the song name or the band name 😂Congratulations on 44 published poems and the trains are fab!
I have now located and indexed 98 haibun and tanka prose. They are easy because they have titles. Tanka and haiku are more difficult (and I’m not sure I can be bothered if I’m honest). I employ a number of cataloguing “systems”, which are made more complicated by my inability to remember how they work. We used to have this at work with commemorative Photo Numismatic Covers (a coin mounted on a fancy envelope. I used to catalogue them on eBay by a description of the scene on the cover, because that was how I recognised them. My workmate used to list them by the scene on the coin., which was often tricky to see. And the boss catalogued by type, date, value of coin. I will stop here as it is only a smidgen away from becoming a rant . . . 🙂
Ooo! I like type, value and date. That sounds very organised 😂
Or a reason for treatment. 🙂
Yeah, I think it’s great people do that stuff, but definitely therapy would help
Looking at articles on the subject I probably have something hat would be treated if I was at school now. Or if I were famous I’d be able to write about my struggle. In my day a spectrum was something to do with rainbows and behaviour akin to ADHD was a good reason for a teacher to throw a board rubber at you. 🙂
Better not get me started on that subject 😂
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Decisions, decisions
🙂 I have deleted 2,000 emails recently (I sort of use them as a filing system) , moved some bits round my folders and found out where the “Search” box was lurking. Two days of organising things and I am still in what most people would describe as chaos. 😉
I would definitely ignore ‘the’ and ‘a’ in cataloguing items. They are not helpful.
I wish I’d noticed I was doing it at the time – I could have cut out the need to think about it.
I like that brick train modeled on The Mallard. Even more interesting they have left holes for bats to fly in and out!
Sounds like you are making progress on the organization of your poems.
We are very big on bats in the UK. However, we don’t have much wildlife so we have to be careful with it.