7:46 a.m. — Atlanta
I Will Wait sung by Mumford & Sons
Hello everyone. I hope things are fine. People who hold jobs with the US government (like my daughter), I am so sorry. Your stomachs must be churning. It won’t pay a salary, but write it out.
Two weeks ago on imaginary garden with real toads, Marian gave us a prompt about the Harvest Moon that included in a list of possible topics: Neil Young, the Harvest Moon, being still in love, dancing, flannel, trucks, sexy backup singers. I have an odd sense of humour and flannel tickled me, still does. Thus, an entire prompt built around flannel. I am not flanneling you. Did you know that flannel can be used as a verb?
I doubt that anyone has no association with flannel. Think about your childhood, your growing up, now. Somewhere flannel made itself part of your life. Maybe your wash cloth, your blanket, your pyjamas, shirts, jackets… there is a lot of flannel about.
Or, if you are from Great Britain and its colonies former and present, you might use flannel to mean flattering or evasive talk. Also, to hedge, prevaricate, soft-soap, waffle, flatter, or butter up.
It’s not easy to write well about something everyday, something mundane. Consider what it is about flannel you want to convey before you start conveying it. Consider how you are going to make us understand what you convey. Think tactile-ly. Be specific and don’t use flannelly adjectives. Think of similes. Consider whether what you write should be free form, or more formally structured.
Flannel has become my new verb of choice. I find it amazingly adaptable. I spent yesterday seeing how many situations I could use it in. Before you do that write a poem.
I shall see you Thursday for a link or two; Friday for the prompt roundups; and not next week. The blog will be dark for a week while we visit Vermont, our son and his wife, and our grand-daughter.
Happy writing, all.