I overslept this morning; I had some dream about getting a flat on my bicycle. I went to get it fixed (thinking about how I should be like one of those those brightly spandexed men who carry tubes and patching kits with them), and while I was checking out I bought an extra wedding ring (that looked just like my own) in case I lost the original. For some reason that made me think about organization.
I write like a poet: series of ideas and vignettes. And one of my friends recommended that I literally cut and paste my chapter. And so I did. I cut out each paragraph or part of a paragraph and laid them out on a table. I shuffled and stared, read and reread, and slowly I taped them back together into Frankenstein paragraphs. And it worked.
This is how you organize a poetry manuscript. You spread all your poems out on the floor (maybe in clumps, because you know some poems need to be read near each other) and you move, rearrange, collect the poems, and lay them out again. The first draft of my manuscript was laid out on a carpeted borrowed floor in the Midwest. Today, I use Scrivener, and move those little suckers around on the “corkboard” feature.
And let’s not forget that it’s May Day, a celebration of spring, fertility, and worker’s rights. What’s not to love? The Occupy movements are planning events and strikes. So, stop complaining and organize!
How do you revise, organize, and occupy?