of NaNo and NaPo WriMos and the quote box. Seriously set me back in my seat.
No man should be shamefaced through his work, to give back to the world a portion of its lost heart. — Louise Bogan 1897-1970 American Poet
My story’s characters are wrestling with some of this and I was trying to mush something like that into the possibility of a month-long theme to lead the way through April.
Here we sit on the tail end of March, seeing April come down the road. That means it must be time to think about National Poetry Month!
Last year’s was pretty exciting stuff. Maybe more for me, but hopefully not too bad for you, gentle readers. Since then I did NaNoWriMo and really enjoyed the daily writing thing. Last year my declaration for the month was to post at least a poem that I’d written, every day for the month. There were a few days that it was tough but I did post at least a haiku or two.
This year I’ve been trying to think about what to do. I think I’ll stick with the idea of posting a daily something or other. I have a couple ideas for overall themes. I played with the idea of an epic saga in haiku form but that passed (aren’t you glad??).
Even if you don’t write something every day, maybe you’ll read some poetry, try something new, recite something.
While rather randomly spamming youtube links to Morris Dancing on Facebook the other night (co-worker who’s a Manchester United fan and I always remark to him that they have a great Morris Dance team there too!) I could hardly stop watching. I sought out mostly border and northwest morris with some garland and some rapper and a bit of longsword. The last I can enjoy, even if I’ve never done it myself. Rapper I tried once at dance camp and enjoyed the taste of it and really enjoy watching done. Hankies and stick Cotswold’s not really my thing although I can enjoy watching it. Did some at camp and enjoyed it and was told I used my bells very well.
But damn, this is all just prelude to tell you that what I discovered, lo these many years later, is that I still remember Wiggins St. Johns and still remember most of Upton on Severn. How the heck is that possible. Remember the music, remember the moves. Went out on my front sidewalk and could do it without even thinking. That’s just ridiculous. Meaningless to anyone else but I’m stating it for the record. We now return you to your regularly scheduled programming.
And where are my clogs, anyway?
Are YOU ready for National Poetry Month? What’s your goal? 30 days to read and write poetry! #NaPoWriMo
Here’s a good place to get more info, some ideas, poems and what you need to know about the month and National Poem in Your Pocket day.
Don’t say you weren’t warned. Be ready before it peeks over the horizon.
Meanwhile, at lunch time I opened up the computer and added a few lines to my NaNoWriMo work and darned if my main mail did something I just wasn’t expecting. I find this fascinating but part of me worries – is he acting like himself (and I’m still learning about him) or is he acting randomly (because I don’t really know enough about him and I’m just trying to move the plot along)? I hope it’s the former but I guess time and an ending will tell. I can give a pretty good explanation as to why he did this unexpected thing and how it will help him as well as helping to solve the problem he’s working on. It’s time for him to go back to the others and see what they say.
I was pooped today after staying up a bit later than I planned last night. I had to stop at Joann’s tonight to pick up some new fabric for a bigger backdrop. I got three yards each white and grey duck. I wrestled that around to sew the one end together so it can drape over the stand. I moved furniture around Now I just have to actually take the photos of this quilt.
When in doubt, make a fool of yourself. There is a microscopically thin line between being brilliantly creative and acting like the most gigantic idiot on earth. So what the hell, leap. – Cynthia Heime
