Today I veer 
from the normal
With twisted words of what I know
One beginning never ending
I never could write poetry
Twas looking to find a k word
Something to do with writing this
Hit or miss this is what I found
I never could write poetry
C’est la vie I say as I write
Kyrielle is French but I am not
I never could write poetry
Another fear of writing has surfaced recently. The fear of staying within my current state of verbal bankruptcy. The A to Z list of words becomes an unwelcome daily prompt. My blog seems dull, naive and boring. I borrow motivational quotes from Cow Pasture Chronicles and hang them above my screen, retaliation to my inner critique. This is not jejune. It’s my sixty-seven words a day commitment.
While Anne Lamott suggests writing a “sh*tty” first draft, I struggle with this task. If feels risky. What if I die before I have a chance to revise and remove the pedantic diatribes of my first draft? Will my headstone read “Master of Inkhornism?”
I say, write it all. Password protect. Hope to delete before you die.
Marjorie Witt 19XX to 20XX “She Deleted It All”
I can’t even pronounce this one. But if you look on wiktionary you can listen to the audio. It has been a fun and educational exercise to find unusual words that have anything to do with writing. This one is a long shot. A long shot because short words are the style in my creativity realm. Otherwise my memoir would require a hippo to carry it around.
The word of the day was to be grandiloquent but my pompous, bombastic self eluded me. With ego deflated, I settled for galimatias, a better description of my current writing obstacle. It’s the memoir file that contains over 100,000 words – bits and pieces gathered from journals, workshop vignettes, and writing prompts -an organizational disaster. The monumental task becomes a marathon of decision. What to keep. What to delete.
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