This month’s theme for NaBloPoMo at BlogHer is “Play”. The writing prompts so far have included questions along the lines of “Who Did You Play With as a Child?” and “What Was a Favorite Childhood Toy?”

I’ve been having a few playful days recently. I’ve been keeping up with my writing; more than I used to. And it feels really great. The more I write, the more I want to write. It often brings to mind my favorite quote from Isaac Asimov: “I write for the same reason I breathe: Because if I didn’t, I would die.”

For me, writing is both work and play. It’s play, because I love doing it. It makes me laugh. It makes me creative and thoughtful and imaginative. It’s something I can do alone or with friends.

But it’s also work. It’s work, because I need it to be good enough to pay the bills. I need to work at it, edit and refine every word, until it’s acceptable enough to be printed, published, or otherwise distributed.

I write poetry, prose, journal entries, short stories, and am working on a book series and full length movie script. But the one thing I have never attempted to write is a play.

So does that make my play oxymoronic, because I won’t play with a play?

Just curious. What things do you do that you don’t do?

And Frankly, My Dear… that’s all she wrote!

Don’t forget to link up your favorite posts of this week on yesterday’s What’s the Word? Wednesday. You can link your posts up ’til next Tuesday!

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