Journal Two from Dathan

Part One:
My name is Dathan Lyon. I have seen twenty-one Ohio winters, including winters that were not too wintry. I am the youngest of three brothers and the only one who is no incredibly hip to all of this technological witchcraft. I am taking this class to expand what I know about language to improve my wordsmithing. Fun fact: on a few occasions there were trees who tried to climb me. That was because I lived near the middle of nowhere for most of my life and for entertainment we would build forts near the creek.

Part Two:
In the second and a bit in the third paragraph of the 'Getting Ready' chapter it talks about how you need to make a habit our of writing. "It waits, it watches. If you are reliably there, it begins to show itself - soon it begins to arrive when you do." Sure, you can sit down any time you want to and write, but more often than not you'll be writing without that inspiration that doesn't always show its face.

Part Three:
I was outside working at Meijer, pushing grocery carts. There is a stop sign that was slightly turned, someone must have hit it with their car. I climbed it and rocked it back so that is was horizontal and realigned it. I guess I just thought about how people normally, pay attention to signs. In the poem I tried to make it focused on a traffic light that is like a Greek god. People heed the signals from the traffic light like they would the 'moods' of the gods. I lost track of what I wanted to originally do and so will try to correct it later, but it has a good flow for my first poem in about five years.

(Picture on its way)