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February 10, 2016
:the zany brainchild of my Facebook friend and fellow writer Elizabeth Cafferkey. I signed on, along with a talented, accomplished, bizzizzy group of writerly women/ womanly writers, to commit to a poem (or story or blog entry or novel pages or something in the written-word family) a day every day for the 29 days of February. As long as we get something down on paper, we can still continue to call ourselves writers, at least until March.
The best part about it is the permission it affords us to write sh*t. Hoo-boy, some days have been doozies. Yesterday I wrote something so bad I don't even know what to call it. Flash-fiction? Part play, part narrative poem? Something about Leonard and Louella where the sex is like getting whacked upside the head with a frying pan, then there's tragedy and some extreme mental confusion. On the character's part, as well as my own. But hey! I sat at my desk, picked up a pen, proceeded to open a vein, and that's what came out. Mine is not to question, mine is just to write.
I issued the challenge to a 9-year old friend of mine, Marysia. She and I are going out for burgers on March 1, but only if we both complete the 29. She promised to write a poem about me, and I am working on one about her. Today would have been my mother's 73rd birthday. I penned this little draft, and I'm not sure if it's about Marysia or about my mom.
I haVE LOVED the sTars too FondlY to be Fearful oF the NighT -Galileo