I hate surprises- not even fun surprises.
I don’t like it when I get something I’ve always wanted for Christmas, or when I win a prize or when I lose a button, miss a bus.
This is why:
My brain short of sizzles and I get this trickle of sweat that runs down my spine and I start to sneeze.
So today I picked up a box and got a half dozen tiny glass shards stuck in my hands.
There was blood involved and tweezers and having to dig into my own skin was not exactly a big surprise but it WAS unexpected. I mean, how do you plan on THAT happening?
Just let me add, you have not experienced a surprise in all of it’s glory until you sneeze into a tiny pool of your own blood and it splatters back up into you face.
Writing every single day is easy.
Not knowing if it matters to anyone else except for me is the hard part
It hasn’t stopped me yet.
Last Summer I made it a point to write on my blog every single day and I did.
I did it when I was tired and distracted, when I felt creative and when I did not feel so creative and I learned something in those forced marches.
I write poetry.
Who would have thought?
I had all of these ideas about Poets and what they did and the ‘image’ sort of put me off.
But then I decided if I stick with what I know, it should work out okay. What I found was that it’s like playing the guitar- you can use these riffs to add something to the music- poetry is a riff, another way for me to express myself.
I was worried if I wrote poetry it would be all about ‘what touched my soul’ and deep and meaningful thoughts- no that I don’t have those, but you know I’m not exactly a deep thinker so I wasn’t sure how that would work out for me.
Then I discovered I could write poetry about monsters and nightmares and twisted sprits and ghosts and cemeteries and what haunts us and I was in.
Next thing I did was to come back to this blog and just put my thoughts down and get back to the challenges at the Soul Food Café because they work- plus I’d rather come here and talk as opposed to Facebooking it.
So, here I am at the Crossroads again- and unlike last time I think I know which direction to take.