100 Words on Writ Large
It’s officially week two of NaNoWriMo and NaBloPoMo. A lot happened in the first week of my write-a-palooza! On day one, I joined NaNoWriMo at the last minute with NO PLOT in mind. On day two I met up with a couple of NaNo writers in my region and we played Word Wars in the back corner of our local Panera. I found myself crying while writing a particular scene, and yes, it was in public, and part of me was horrified. On day three, the plot came to me just as I was laying my head to the pillow for a much needed nap.
On day four, I came down with the flu. Yes, that flu, but it was mild. Just a bit of a headache, sore throat, mild fever, some floppy stomach stuff, and it knocked me out a lot. And by a lot, I mean I was passing out while standing, faceplanting into my food, and otherwise suffering from hazardous spontaneous sleep attacks. I finally decided it was probably best to just stay in bed where it was soft and safe, and to avoid foods I was liable to drown in.
All this sleeping got me to wondering if I wasn’t actually suffering from narcolepsy instead of that flu, and whether or not narcolepsy was an adult onset disorder, and if so, if I was in the age group. So, with nothing better to do while lolling about in bed between sleep attacks, I looked it up. Turns out I AM! That is, I’m between 3 and 55, in case you were wondering.
According to the NIH, this narcolepsy, which I may or may not be suffering from, could be quite a handy disorder to have. And since a definitive diagnosis can’t be made until 10-15 years after onset of the first symptoms, whose to say I don’t have it? I started thinking about all the various applications of a nap attack disorder. Disastrous blind dates, hearing your boss coming down the hall and knowing he’s looking for that report, when the PTA moms ask for volunteers to bake 1 bajillion cupcakes…are we understanding the power implications here?
Then I remembered I don’t do blind dates, bosses, or the PTA. Meh. I’m sure I’ll find a use for it, when the time is right.
I digress. Lots more happened, but mostly related to some new bloggers I’ll be introducing you to tomorrow. Also, don’t forget, tomorrow is Monday Memoirs, if you feel so inspired. For now, meet Gabriel Gadfly, a poet, who picked up the challenge at the last hour, and in a very modern Renaissance man kind of way, wrote this poem while being fed prompts from Twitter:
What Loving You Was Like
Like the taste of wind escaping my hands.
Like tea gone cold, too steeped, unsipped.
Like letters, writ large upon a wall, such that
They can be read only one at a time
And the complete word never grasped.
Like time-travel science, sabotaged by itself
And terminated before it could learn its own extended secret.
Like a fat cat’s dream of gazelle in savanna grass,
Interrupted by the sound of a tuna can
Opening.
Like graffiti on train cars, constrained to tracks,
Observed and forgotten at the momentary
Crossing of paths, but remembered,
Perhaps with regret, by its artist.
In other words:
- A novel proposal by LCeel.
- A coveted mark by Patsy.
- Graffiti Writ Large by Patti.
- A Surprise Meeting by Angelgal.
That wraps up last week’s challenge. If you are new to the 100 Word Challenge, go here. The new challenge is from Living with the Devil, by Stephen Batchelor.
Examine
Now if you’ll excuse me, I suddenly feel sleepy.
With love,
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I’ve got one nearly ready for this, I just have to give it a few more hours to veg before I post. So let them know it’s coming, please?
No worries, I’ll add it to the post as soon as I hear from you.
Done. More Clifton. Only needed a little adjustment.
Enjoy!
http://angelgal3176.wordpress.com/2009/11/09/100-word-challenge-writ-large/
Examine? Motives? Closely? The scene of the crime? Memories? The possibilities ….
My Monday Memoirs posting.
Are you felling better?
Examine
Asleep, oblivious to my examination
She breathes softly against my side.
Lashes fanned against her slumber pinkened cheeks
Midnight fringe against skin; gold, rose, and cream.
Her warm weight is a comfort in the cool of an unfamiliar room.
Repose of the innocent, her lips curve
Sweet as warm cocoa, and the howls of a newborn
screaming her way into life,
She dreams candy dreams.
I remember the first time I saw her
Waking to see eyes of liquid ink, her story waiting to be written.
With one look, I loved her.
Oblivious to examination, she sleeps against my side.
This will be posted on my blog tomorrow so I guess I’ll just put the link up now because I know I’ll forget if I wait lol. Thanks for the prompt. The challenge was a lot of fun
http://poeticlinesense.wordpress.com/2009/11/11/100-word-challenge-examine/
Allison, I updated the post to reflect your submission.
LCeel,
Patti, yes, feeling better, thank you for inquiring!
Niqui, welcome to the challenge! Beautiful poem, and I look forward to reading more at your site.
P.S. Niqua, the link you put here is bringing me to an error page.
Yeah sorry, I scheduled the challenge poem to go up tomorrow at about 11am. But I put the link up early so I wouldnt forget about it so it doesnt work yet.
Ooh, nice challenge! I heard about it on Niqui’s blog.
Here’s my attempt: http://rammi.glomp.me/2009/11/13/examine/
Thanks for updating it for me! Here’s my entry for Examine!
Nothing deep or particularly entertaining this week (as if anything is write is particularly entertaining or deep) but this week I wrote in first person because it is my story.
here: http://whileyoureup.blogspot.com/2009/11/100-word-challenge-examine.html
I love the sense of wonder and intensity a child often exhibits while learning. That is the focus of this week’s offering.
My effort at “Examine’ is here.
Find my piece here:
http://onetoughvoncookie.com/?p=2066
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