I’ve been a little at loose ends here recently. I finished a project (well, sort of, it was my fanfiction), and I’m experiencing what a friend calls “post publication blues” (thanks for that, Tracie!). It’s a real thing, I think, when you are writing so hard on a project (I finished 58,000+ words in less than 30 days), and suddenly it’s done. And you want to go on to the next project but suddenly…your creative fire is burning low…
So I’ve turned to poetry until I can get myself geared up for one of my next projects (one of which was actually inspired by my fanfiction journey and is definitely quite different from anything I’ve ever attempted before).
By Michelle Garren Flye
I miss the fire you woke in me—
The burning desire running through my veins.
Destructive, creative forces warring for victory.
I poured it all out onto the page
Red ink of blood spilled past the margins
Ran rampant over blue lines
Left scorch marks behind—
The ashy smell of lost passion
Haunts me even now.
How do you recover
When you burn from the inside out?
How do you rebuild
On unsteady, overheated foundations
Willed to stand only by yearning?
Maybe you cut your losses
And start over instead.
But do you find a good base or rebuild on ash?
Use brick and mortar or something incendiary?
Depends on your desire:
Gain solid footing? Or invite the flames?