My muse might mimic mytacism. Minding my Ms must mean my momentum meanders. Memoirs move me momentarily motionless. Mothers mood makes many mistakes. Maybe maniacal madness motivates my mental maneuver. Memories minimize mindful meditation. Misbehaving MZ mentions many maudlin memories manipulating mysterious moods.
Your turn – pick a letter.
Disclaimer: Mytacism as defined in Chamber’s Twentieth Century Dictionary: a too recurrent use of the letter M in… writing
This month has been an interesting A to Z challenge to find appropriate words that having something to do with writing or my memoir. I won’t be ordering any Marjorie Witt, Logastellus business cards. While I claim to have a love for words, I’ll admit my passion exceeds my knowledge of words. But memory often fails me and a year from now I’d wonder what I am.
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”
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