A return to where the ends aren't capped

Yes, I'm coming back to the place where the ends aren't capped. More than ever, I think I need a place to get this stuff out - an outlet for the things that fill up my brain. I always have so much brain chatter. It's something that has to do with my anxiety. Today is one of those days, however, when I really don't have the time to waste and a 5 minute or 10 minute ramble sounds like it could be effective. I have two huge tests tomorrow on completely different things. I'm not sure how they're going to go. I've been working toward this profession for a while, but this could put a real bend in the path: good or bad. I'm not sure. It'll really depend on how I do. I'm going to try to remember that I tend to be a good test taker and that knowing the method of taking these tests can do more than half the work for you. I just don't feel prepared on the material as much as I could. Especially the Social Studies Content. The prompt of this test is basically "know everything ever". It's kinda insane. I'm working on improving in some of the areas where I already have some vague knowledge so that I can associate knowledge I already have with that I need to know for the test. So far, I think it's going okay, but a practice test today will probably give me a clearer picture of what's going to happen tomorrow. In other news, as soon as I have studying that I must really buckle down on and my job is starting to get really work-filled (something it hasn't been in a while), I find some of the most interesting and inspiring things in the world that Id like to spend some time doing. Reading fairy tales, taking an MOOC, watching a series or two. But, of course, I shouldn't be spending this time that way. Arg - time's up.

Initial thought: Stress and needing an outlet
Time limit: 5 minutes

On poetry

So yeah, poetry. I write a lot of it. I used to write a lot of it and then there was this black hole in the middle of no writing at all, and now I'm back to poetry. My first poetry was that silly junk you write in middle and high school - pretty much all about boys and praying to God that you might actually get one. Then it changed. In my junior year I started branching out into what I still think are some deeper thoughts. It was no longer about the pubescent feelings that were rocking through me that I couldn't control. I expanded my brain and my writing skills a little bit - only to stop. I stopped. I didn't really write for most of my time in college. Once in a while, I'd start doing one of those multi-person RPG sorta things in email, but writing essentially stopped. Part of it was the depression and part of it was my completely insanely genius writer roommate who should have been published at age 20, but was too afraid to show her work to anyone, so never was. Yeah. But poetry has come back into my life. I have a friend who writes professionally and also blogs. I caught onto her blog one day and thought "Huh, I could give that a go." And here I am, writing poetry all the damn time. I have other things I want to write - a novel idea that I've been kicking around for more than a year and I'd love to learn the art of the short-story, but I'm not really hitting it home with any of those. There's something about poetry - there's a completion of thought without going too far. I truly believe that it's the short nature of poetry that allows me to actually finish it, but I've not finished the other projects, so there's no telling what it is. I guess with poetry I just complete my thought. I have it down. I'm not trying to say much more than one or two things (usually just one) and so I get to complete that thought without building an entire world about it first. Which is something else I've been doing - building a world. I'm on day 6 of the NaNoWriMo prompted "30 Days of World Building". It's going along nicely. I have a lot of it already partially figured out, so this is really just expanding my mind. Part of me wants to focus on a few particular points of that world and write an entire series of poetry on it. I could do it region by region, person by person, lesson by lesson - I've got all these ideas in my head and they're all related, but I can't get them down on paper in a way that effectively relates the massive web of culture in my head unless I write history-like essays. Which I've also done and been told that I need plot - well DUH, they're historical essays about a fictional world that I've created. They're not supposed to have a whole lot of plot of than a sequence of historical events. But that's not what happens - I have all these character developments and few plot points to hinge them on. The world building is helping me to broaden how I think about plot points, so hopefully that will help. Perhaps I should just write the poetry series. Perhaps that should just be the research. Who knows. Maybe one day I'll finish something longer than a poem.

Initial thought: Poetry
Time: 10 minutes