Now, I just use the planner to
This year I decided to go with a humorous planner.
Every week, there is a humorous version of a movie script, a book, a play or a TV show--a version that cries out for revision.
Here is one example:
All: Double, double, toil and trouble
fire burn and cauldron bubble
Second Witch: Fillet a fenny snake
In the cauldron boil and bake
Eye of newt and a touch
A pinch of sugar, now stir
it quick again.
It reminds me of my Tuesday night writing group--the one that meets in a bar/restaurant. I had brought a piece about various critique groups I have belonged to over the years, and in it I noted that because of the WWWPs (my current "main" writing group) I had gotten some things published in anthologies and was 79,000 into a manuscript.
One of the women looked with admiration at me. "That many words! That's really good." Then she saw the dubious expression on my face and said, "Isn't it?"
I replied, "Yeah, unless the 79,000 words are sh*tty... and then it's just a big pile of poop... or a doorstop."
Because it's better to proclaim something publicly so my friends can
I also hope it's not an even bigger pile of poop by then...
Do you have a pile of poop that you're hiding away? Tell us about it. This ain't no scratch and sniff blog, so you have nothing to fear...
And here's my attempt at a poem that's 60 words (or less) for Mama Zen's challenge. (It's 53 words long, not including the title.)
Circus Girl Smokes While Rehearsing Her Stunts; Nina Leen, 1949
I Know... Do You?
Shaddup and don't even bother.
I know already.
These cancer sticks'll kill me.
Dangling above these
hangin' by just some cheap rope...
well, that ain't safe,
Don't my rear end
upside-down like this?
Or didn't you think