Hello Everyone. :)

I’m Renee, and this is my first time participating in the marathon.  I’ve been writing since I was a kid, starting with stories, and then later incorporating poetry.  I call my writing, “creative scribbles.”  I am unpublished, but have finally decided to take my creative scribbling seriously, so as to get published.  I haven’t sat down and written in a while (work/procrastination/excuses, you know), and I thought The Poetry Marathon would be a great way to jump start my butt into gear.  When I initially signed up, I was chuckling at the questions.  How am I going to prepare?  Seriously?  As if it’s some difficult endeavor I’ll be undertaking?  Cue eye roll.  Then, it hit me what I would be doing.  Not only would I be challenging myself to create a new poem every hour on the hour, which is going to be an insane challenge in and of itself (I have a clear visual of me pounding a rusted, metal cup, begging for it to refill with creative juice so I can drink of its dizzying nectar.  And it’ll blithely refuse, leaving me instead dizzy from lack of sleep).  Sleep!  Yes, I likewise belatedly realized I would have to stay up for Twenty.  Four.  Hours.  24 hours!  What have I done?!  I’m usually my best in the morning, but once it ticks to 8PM, my brain begins its tottering descent, “Yep, we’re done.  Let’s go.”  Oh, sure, you could say I can still get some sleep in.  Nope.  I’m not that girl.  Once I succumb to sleep, it’s the end.  Yes, yes, I could set an alarm, but here’s the thing.  My plotting brain will purr to me, “We don’t have to get up…it’s not like we’re going to work…there’s always next year…”  I know, I know, why didn’t I sign up for the 12 hour marathon?  Well, where’s the masochistic fun in that?!  So, I’m staying up, and we’re going to do the damn thing, y’all!  Ready?  I’m not.  What have I done?!

Hello Everyone! :)

I’m Renee, and this is my first time participating in the marathon.  I’ve been writing since I was a kid, starting with stories, and then later incorporating poetry.  I call my writing, “creative scribbles.”  I am unpublished, but have finally decided to take my creative scribbling seriously, so as to get published.  I haven’t sat down and written in a while (work/procrastination/excuses, you know), and I thought The Poetry Marathon would be a great way to jump start my butt into gear.  When I initially signed up, I was chuckling at the questions.  How am I going to prepare?  Seriously?  As if it’s some difficult endeavor I’ll be undertaking?  Cue eye roll.  Then, it hit me what I would be doing.  Not only would I be challenging myself to create a new poem every hour on the hour, which is going to be an insane challenge in and of itself (I have a clear visual of me pounding a rusted, metal cup, begging for it to refill with creative juice so I can drink of its dizzying nectar.  And it’ll blithely refuse, leaving me instead dizzy from lack of sleep).  Sleep!  Yes, I likewise belatedly realized I would have to stay up for Twenty.  Four.  Hours.  24 hours!  What have I done?!  I’m usually my best in the morning, but once it ticks to 8PM, my brain begins its tottering descent, “Yep, we’re done.  Let’s go.”  Oh, sure, you could say I can still get some sleep in.  Nope.  I’m not that girl.  Once I succumb to sleep, it’s the end.  Yes, yes, I could set an alarm, but here’s the thing.  My plotting brain will purr to me, “We don’t have to get up…it’s not like we’re going to work…there’s always next year…”  I know, I know, why didn’t I sign up for the 12 hour marathon?  Well, where’s the masochistic fun in that?!  So, I’m staying up, and we’re going to do the damn thing, y’all!  Ready?  I’m not.  What have I done?!