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So I’m sitting here on my lunch break trying to come up with something new and interesting and compelling to say, and it’s just not happening. Instead I start a sonnet, scratch out 400 more words on the novel, noodle on a microstory, write a grocery list and comment on 15 Facebook posts. But this here? This isn’t happening. Sound familiar?
It’s the weekend, so the moonshine grid is open
Ah, breath of fresh air that is the weekend, how you delight us so. I’ve been reading lots of poetry lately, and I’d like to compose a haiku in honor of what will be for me a three day weekend:
Oh blissful weekend
Greet us with a gentle kiss
We shall party hard
Got big plans for the weekend? Yeah, me too.
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With Valentine’s Day coming up this weekend, love is in the air. Some folks are writing love songs, others are writing love poems. Me, I’m writing love letters – the yeah write kind, that is.
Sometimes what seems simple is actually the most complicated. Take our 42-word microstory challenge, for example.
My project at work lately has been reading kids books and writing two summaries for them. The first summary is sparkly and zippy with exclamation points and loose ends. Hey, did you know? Have you ever? It’s purpose is to hook the student into reading. The second summary is more pedantic. In my head as I write it I’m a headmaster at a boarding school and I’m British for some reason. That’s the persona I adopt to explain what the teacher needs to know about the book to start a conversation with a student.
Summarizing the same book twice is tricky. I really kinda hated it in the face. Then I found out I had to summarize my own story for a writing contest. Blerg. Why?