I have been feeling in a deep hopeless rut lately, and I’m sure a lot of you have too. After writing another Sunday Snippet I decided to set an ambitious goal for myself. I’ll write a short piece of fiction every day and put it up here. Obviously, quality will vary – you get what you get. Length too – I’ll have to write something short on busy days. They will be raw first drafts and full of errors.
I’m not sure how long I can keep it up… I do write quickly, but coming up with an idea every day will be a difficult challenge. So far so good. Maybe a hundred in a row might be a good, achievable, and tough goal.
Here’s another one for today (#55) More than half way there! What do you think? Any comments, criticism, insults, ideas, prompts, abuse … anything is welcome. Feel free to comment or contact me.
Thanks for reading.
I wanted to try something different today – so I thought I’d give a shot at one version of FOUND POETRY – where you take a page of text and remove words until what is left is… well… something… something different.
I decided to use my favorite passage from Moby Dick – and then do some removal.
Laid With Iron Rails
I thought to find one cogged circle anthill of fire.
Wasting what I’ve dared.
Starbuck’s demoniac wild madness – that’s the prophecy.
I prophesy that great gods laugh and hoot at pugilists and bullies.
Come forth from behind your long gun.
Ye cannot swerve.
Man is grooved to run.
Hearts of mountains
An obstacle to the iron way.