Thursday, October 31, 2013
My Last Post For The Ultimate Blog Challenge: A Poem About Writing
Today marks the end of my first experience with the Ultimate Blog Challenge. Writing something every day for a month and sharing it was difficult and I'm glad I did it. Some days/posts were better than others, and that's okay. Tomorrow starts NaNoWriMo, which means national novel writing month, and I think I'd never have the nerve to try that. NaBloPoMo also begins tomorrow, which is another month long blogging challenge. And then there is ManiWriMo, a challenge to write an ebook in the month of November, and I've signed on, although I think it's a sign that I've finally lost my mind.
In my last post I shared a poem by Don Coburn, and his poem inspired me to write this one.
The new lady read her memoir and I thought
that was very brave to share something so personal
with this group of strangers who call themselves writers.
The guy who makes a living as a Christian writer
said nobody wants to hear another bad childhood story
unless you were really tortured or lived in the closet or something.
The romance writer said the story wasn't about
a bad childhood, it was about forgiveness and grace
and something about a stray black cat.
The English teacher said she really loves punctuation and
the quotation marks go after the comma and
by the way it should say their instead of they're.
The poet asked about symbolism and the cat
which reminded the retired pastor of something
that happened thirty years ago that he talked about
until the facilitator interrupted to ask if anybody else
brought something to share and papers slid back
into notebooks as heads shook no
except the loud lady who read her miracle story
and didn't realize it wasn't about a miracle at all
because the inflection of her voice could fool anyone.
The mystery writer said he would be out of town for
a while and the humor columnist wondered aloud why certain good
writers haven't been with our group for a very long time.
What about you? Are you brave enough to share, whatever the response might be?