It’s been awhile since I’ve been able to get to the gym. The Scrib Gym, I mean. The last time I was in an actual gym, I think Eisenhower was in office and Patsy Cline was on the charts. But I digress. Welcome back to the place where working out with words will make you a more muscular, toned writer. I hope you’re inspired enough by today’s topic to compose a few lines and drop them into the comment section below.
I know many of you are participating in National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) (see below), so I thought I’d recommend that we focus on poetry this month, although a brief narrative will always be welcome.
Today’s prompt: Speed Limits and Fast Cars
Taking my own advice, here is the poem that I’ve written based on the topic:
DON’T TELL YOUR GRANDMA
on the old road
behind the dam
my uncle punches
in a flash, his ’69 Camaro
hits light speed
& nearly catches air
on the curves.
it’s not until
the car slows to 70
& my nine year-old
world stops spinning
that he turns and smiles,
swears me to secrecy.
I want to give a shout out to all my brave and valiant Scrib friends who are participating in the National Novel Writing Month. I was very inspired by the forum threads that started appearing toward the end of October that talked of how these writers were gearing up for their annual marathon.
I love the idea of National Novel Writing Month, but I will never participate in it. Much like most of the New Year’s resolutions I’ve made in my life, I know that saying I will participate in this party would be an unrealistic expectation, leaving me thousands of words below the goal and leading to certain guilt and massive disappointment in self. And I don’t need any more of that. I know that my work and family schedule would never allow me to write enough to get 50,000 words done in a month. My four unpublished novels tell me that I have it in me to write a book; that I don’t doubt. It’s not a question of ability, but fearlessness. It is the speed, the wild abandon, the guerilla warfare of NaNoWriMo that scares the shit out of me.
I know you ALL have personal obligations that make this a challenge and that’s why I get a vicarious high off watching you do it. I’m quite jealous, in fact. You’ve made a commitment to say to yourself, “For the month of November, writing is the most important thing I will do.” And, in my book, that is a positively daring move. There is a boldness in this yearly pursuit that, clearly, I do not possess. So my hats off to all of you, no matter your final word count. You are winners. There’s a name for people whose behavior has been courageous, adventurous, and somewhat foolish.
I believe we call those people heroes.