7:29 a.m. — Atlanta
I know you are thinking: Margo, your brain is not awake yet. You have just finished your first cup of coffee. Why are you writing this so early? Well, I was distraught [okay, maybe a little strong, but you get the idea] when I discovered on our return from D.C. that the post I had updated and calendared to go out on Friday, didn’t, or it is floating in cyberspace somewhere…lost and lonely. My apologies for whatever happened. The fault is pretty sure to lie at my door. Perhaps in the pre-travel fugue, I didn’t push the final button.
PAD and NaNoWriMo folks, I salute you. One more day. You should feel good about yourselves whatever amount you accomplished. Anything you did is more than you had before. I picture many brains lying around in a stupor for a few days. I will, as promised, keep things simple.
Pick a holiday, any holiday.
I was so tempted to stop here, if only to imagine your reactions to a short post from me, but you know I have to give you something to play with. I have a couple of options.
After you choose your holiday, jot down everything you associate with that particular day. Write a poem about the holiday using none of those things. This is a good way of writing a fresh poem about any topic where everything associated with it becomes a cliché when written.
The second option if your brain threw its hands up in horror, is to use the holiday as a long line acrostic. The link I have given you will take you to an example, if you haven’t tried a long line acrostic before.
And that, my friends will do it. I shall see you Friday for the roundup and next Tuesday for something. Realising the whole month of December is fraught for most people, I shall continue looking for easy somethings for you to write about when escaping fraught-ness.
Do post links to your poems, whenever you write them. Or, if you are blogless, post the poem in comments. I receive great pleasure reading them, as I am sure you do reading each others.
Happy writing, all.