May 3, 2012 |
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!
Apr 12, 2012
Today’s prompt from BlogHer.com is “Which poet do you wish was also a blogger?”
I’d have to say… I’m not sure. Because I don’t read tons of poetry, so I’m not well-versed (pardon the pun) with poetic artists.
But I keep thinking of one. A man who’s writing style is so glorious, so creative, so inclusive and amazing that if he were a daily blogger, I’m pretty sure I’d be speaking in rhyme far more often than I do.
I am, of course, talking about non other than Theodor Geisel; better known as Dr. Seuss.
Can you imagine the possibilities that man could offer on topics like cooking in a plastic bag, or the political climate under the ant hill, or even nine ways to wink at a cat? It’s endless, I tell you! Positively endless!
If it were up to you, what topics would you like Dr. Seuss to blog about? If not Dr. Seuss, then who?
And Franky, My Dear… that’s all she wrote!
Apr 2, 2012
That’s a tough question. A very tough question. Because I’m pretty sure before I learned to talk, I learned poetry. My mom was, and still is, an avid reader. She read to me since birth. As I’ve often blogged about her, she’s instilled my love of words. I’m fairly certain that I recognized poetry and prose long before I “knew” anything about them.
I can’t be sure that I correctly recall the first poem I ever memorized, but The Itsy Bitsy Spider comes to mind. That, and perhaps any rhyme from Winnie the Pooh.
And Dr. Seuss. Dr. Seuss rocks! I grew up on The Cat in the Hat, and loved loved LOVED when Mom would read to us from The Cat in the Hat’s Dictionary.
Once on a weekend afternoon, Mom was busy in the kitchen (another love she shared with me!), so my brother and I asked Dad to read to us from the Dictionary.
Poor Dad! He gave up after five minutes, because my brother and I kept telling him, “Make the voices like Mom does,” “That’s not how Mom reads it,” and “You’re doing it wrong.” I can see the frustration on his face. He tried, he really did; but a deep man’s voice can’t compete with a soft mother’s inflections when it comes to the imagination of two young children.
And while I still can’t be sure what the first poem I memorized was, this prompt certainly brought back fond family memories.
And Frankly, My Dear… that’s all she wrote!
Mar 28, 2012
This is not to be confused with my own personal NaNoWriMo for April, in which I’ve committed to adding 50,000 words to the first novel in my and Megan’s nine-book series.
As if that’s not enough, I’ve once again committed through BlogHer to join NaBloPoMo (National Blog Posting Month – every month!) for April.
I guess that’s not really a big deal, since I’ve been posting every day for the last seven months. But April’s theme intrigues me.
Poem.
I don’t typically take writing prompts from BlogHer. They’re only there if you don’t know what to write… and when do I never not know what to write?!
But still.
Poem.
I might follow the prompts this time. At least now and then. I might just try my hand at being a part time poet.
As if I don’t have enough writing projects on the board. Literally. And literally!
This is my other commitment: that I’ll post my attempts, finished or not. [Unless they are really, really bad. Then you get nuttin’.]
And Frankly, My Dear… that’s all she wrote!
