Since we’re halfway through the month, here’s the calendar again in case you would like to join in:
Today I’m looking at finding the immaturity in maturity and the maturity in immaturity. Yesterday’s thoughts about time maturing an acquaintance into a friendship had be thinking about how my work has matured over time: I have clearer expectations; I have more control over my results; I have a lot more tools in my toolbox. I decided to put some time into my filters this morning, starting with a balance filter I gave up on recently because I felt pressured for time. I felt the excitement of carefree immaturity as I looked through these filters that had matured through obsessive, relentless, serious, responsible, focused labor, so I could have some fun with them.
For creating a thoughtless poem, I had the idea of collecting the first things I hear randomly listening to radio stations. I’ve done this before, by actually turning the dial on a radio and collecting a couple of snippets. Since I wanted to collect a lot of random lines from different stations, I thought the process might be easier if I could find a station randomizer on the internet. What I found instead was a world of internet radio I had not experienced before. Here are some of the sites that I sampled:
Today’s prompt for Poetics is a fun poem called “November” by Thomas Hood. While reading the poem, I thought of a toddler who upon discovering the power of “No” now only says one word. I thought I would add the word “No” to my collected radio phrases, and see what I come up with. Sarah challenges us to take a line from Hood’s poem as a springboard for our poem. I decided to use the line I chose as my title.
No comfortable feel in any member –
Sure, we have thirty seconds to tell you no and we’re going to rampage the most important news ever covered: They are duking it out with each other side by side, no, it’s quite an international city where you get deeper into this stuff with family, no with friends, no with people on the streets and you dance, dance, dance with the woman who lets you No, I am pointing my finger at you, and I’m pointing it back at me and we’re looking at some real No- vember weather this week as a conduit for the wellness company where no radio has been called the theater of the mind but she’s got a frequency and No! Now I’ve got it all over me, and at no angle of the hallway did he not believe he was in charge aha, aha, aha nothing promised, no regrets
Today I’m looking at finding the friendship in acquaintance and the acquaintance in friendship. I journaled a lot about how friendship is in acquaintance and acquaintance in friendship and it all came down to time. One has to be willing to put the time in to listen, to ask questions; one has to want to spend time with a person, concept, or idea.
Today’s prompt is “(blank) Story,” and it’s Quadrille Monday at dVerse Poets Pub where the word “wing” needs to be included in a poem of exactly 44 words.
Hour Story
Let’s pretend time broke a wing and can’t fly so your warmth next to me as we look out at the lake while the sun gets low in the sky and sparkles in our eyes won’t roam and you won’t look at your phone.
Friendship in Acquaintance and Acquaintance in Friendship by Maria L. Berg 2022
Today, I’m celebrating because I “won” NaNoWriMo yesterday by writing 50,000 words on my new novel draft. However, I want to complete my whole first draft since it’s going so well,so I reset my goal on the NaNoWriMo website for another 40,000 words. This ups the daily goal to over 2,353. It seems daunting, but my new “wake up and write on the novel” practice is working. I already have 1400 words on the day, and I haven’t really gotten into today’s planned writing. The only thing that’s bothering me about resetting my goal is I had to get rid of my original goal because they can’t overlap. Thus, my pretty win on the site is gone. I guess that’s a good motivator to meet my new goal. Still a bit of a bummer.
Today I’m looking at finding the dissatisfaction in satisfaction and the satisfaction in dissatisfaction. No matter what, when I hear the word “satisfaction,” the Rolling Stones’ song is instantly in my head. Why is “I can’t get no da da dum da da da dum satisfaction da da dum da da da dum” so stuck in my brain? In a way, that line itself, represents the contradictory abstract nouns for today, so does today’s image look like Jagger?
For today’s images I was inspired to address some filters I had put in a repair pile. Some of my older filters, though satisfying when created, had fallen apart, or needed some changes and had become dissatisfying. My original wire lines in an open circle filter had fallen apart, so I rearranged the wires and resecured them, but the real satisfaction came with how the lines interacted with the shadows from the string-lights I have in the mirrorworld.
Today’s prompt is to write an ekphrastic poem. I think I will attempt to write my poem in response or in conversation with one of today’s photographs.
The Dissatisfaction in Satisfaction and the Satisfaction in Dissatisfaction by Maria L. Berg 2022
Tide Predictions
Dissatisfaction rolls through rolls across, over, and around like waves jostled by rocks then reflected back upon themselves waves of satisfaction ebbing spreading doubt, turning in
the excitement of achievement not reflected back when shared like waves crashing upon the sands of days cooling the warm pride irritation of errors like sand fleas hopping on bared skin soon what was contentment becomes shivers, goosebumps, and itch
Dissatisfaction brings the blues but may light the way to greater satisfaction another day.
Yesterday’s work with Mapping the Hero’s Journey with Tarot by Arwen Lynch, took time, and I wrote less words on my novel than I might have liked, but I feel like I have a real understanding of where my novel is going and how everything fits together. And the cards I drew for the scene, helped me figure out connections to other clues and how the two characters are trying to manipulate each other.
I did a Celtic Cross and a Hero’s Journey reading for the novel itself. What was fun about interpreting the results for each of those, is they each informed some choices I had been waffling on for future scenes and confirmed or solidified my ideas about what I’ve written so far. That’s what’s so fun about plotting with tarot, the cards are symbolic and broad enough to leave room for interpretation, but specific enough to help make decisions.
Though I went to bed feeling a bit worried that I was burning out, I woke up and went straight to my scenes and already have my minimal word count for the day. It feels great to have any self-imposed pressure off. I think I will try to get straight to the page in the morning for the rest of the month and see how it goes.
Today I’m looking at finding the inelegance in elegance and the elegance in inelegance. When I think of elegance, I think of long lines and smooth curves, of jewel monochromes against black, exotic smells and tastes (more spicy than fruity), lush soft and silky textures that shine in soft light, and traditional sounds played on intricately carved instruments. Inelegance is blaring car horns and screeching brakes, boring monochrome spray-painted tags in easy to reach places in parks, the dry sharp skin that keeps growing on my heels, fast food chains, and fruity chemical perfumes. How, when, and where do these two worlds meet? And what does that look like.
After playing in my dictionary, I found that “Suave” seems to encompass both elegance and inelegance. Suave adj. 1. smoothly though often superficially gracious and sophisticated 2. smooth in texture, performance, or style
An old rhyme from my childhood popped into my head, “He was suave, debonair; he used oil on his hair.” I looked it up and found a PSA from 1980 at IN27WORDSORLESS “Mostly forgettable TV quote (7)” . What a fun blast from the past, and I think it expresses these contradictory abstract nouns perfectly.
The Inelegance in Elegance
For today’s images I enjoyed the elegant patterns created by light and shadows on my closet doors by the inelegant overgrowth outside my bedroom window.
Today’s prompt for some stream of consciousness writing is “starts with or contains ‘cel.’” Find a word that begins with or contains “cel.”
The first word that came to mind was celebrate. I am celebrating an acceptance letter from Stone Canoe literary journal yesterday. I will have to images in the March 2023 issue. It was such a happy surprise and transformed me into a celebrator. But there are so many fun “cel” words, like cel itself. Spelled either cel or cell, it means a transparent sheet of celluloid on which objects are drawn or painted in the making of animated cartoons. And right under cel in my dictionary is celadon which is a grayish yellow green which makes me think of the final leaves falling from the trees, and the color of by wet and dry sad looking grass right now. But for my final selection today, I settled on celerity which is a noun that means rapidity of motion or action. Not only does it seem to be a new to me word, which I always love to discover, it also has a great sound and meaning. From the Latin celeritas, celer in French meaning swift. My dictionary says it is from the 15th century.
So what does celerity make me think of. The robot’s celerity only discouraged the other workers doing their best to keep up. Her celerity made me think she was acting impulsively. And if I put both of those ideas together. The celerity of the robot may lead to problems in situations that need thoughtful weighing of pros and cons that do not have easy answers. Celerity is a fun word, but obviously makes me think of celery and celebrity and celebrity celery which I don’t think has ever existed but should. Maybe there’s a Guinness record for largest or heaviest celery which would then be a celebrity celery in certain circles.
The inelegance in elegance and the elegance in inelegance by Maria L. Berg 2022
Today’s prompt is to write a future poem. Since the scene I’ll be working on today in my novel includes a psychic, it makes sense to have a psychic as my speaker in my future poem.
The Seer
What do I see? Future people, future places, future things or extrapolations of present people present places, present things or extensions of past people, past places, past things all the same to me and all disappointing when you’ve seen it all before
What do I see? betrayal, infidelity, hypocrisy, and cruelty all the desperation caused by want acts of the delusional causing ripples of sadistic torment leading to unfulfilled needs causing hunger, thirst and bad behavior
What do I see? insecurities, fear, and doubts miserable people who want simple immediate answers, who want everything to be alright, who want someone else to fix it because change is too hard
What do I see? Whatever she wants to hear whatever answer brings a smile everything he hopes and dreams of everything his fantasies reveal and something fuzzy that won’t become clear until they come back with more cash
Today I’ll be working with Mapping the Hero’s Journey with Tarot by Arwen Lynch, not only to find ideas for my plot, but to create the reading that my protagonist receives from her new friend the town psychic. It should be a really fun writing day.
Today I’m looking at finding the dishonesty in honesty and the honesty in dishonesty. While exploring honesty and dishonesty, I happened upon the Honesty plant. Lunaria annua, also called Annual honesty, Money Plant, Moonwort, and Satin Pod. For today’s images I made filters to look like both its flower and seed pod stages.
Honesty in Dishonesty and Dishonesty in Honesty by Maria L. Berg 2022
Today’s prompt was to write a scary poem. For today’s poem I went back through all the poems I wrote in October and chose what I considered to be the scariest lines. I randomly combined them with a collection of words having to do with dishonesty, made new lines and reorganized them.
The Honestly Dishonest are the Scariest
lurking on the porch in this uninviting hour responding to demands of hunger’s tasks
nothing is easy when superficial every movement subterfuge a glance of bewitched dancing
sophism in the moonlight threatens fallacy
silver glints and a shiver quivers and words will mince as delusive
I know scared fallacious, ponderously slow, false, ferocious, and seeking tricky to survive
escape chicane embarrassment the point will pierce cavil raising fears
as fear nears frivolous shiny spoons to quivering spines impenetrable by doorbell or phone
beguile as you slowly drive past defraud the people pretending to live
Today I’m looking at finding the arrogance in humility and the humility in arrogance. After exploring definitions and a lot of journal writing, I kept thinking about birds (raptors), feathers, and Robin Hood.
One would have to arrogant to steal from the rich, and perhaps humble to live in the woods with his merry band and give to the poor. But wouldn’t that humility have led to anonymity? Instead he let his name be known, and enjoyed the fame from his good deeds which was arrogant, and he even beguiled Maid Marion which was sheer arrogance. The other arrogance humbled that I thought about was the hummingbird feathers I received from a friend that I’ve been using in some of my filters. The arrogant, flashy hummingbird, hovering, being snatched from the air by a cat, its shiny feathers left on a doorstep. So I decided to try two feather-related filters: a feather in a cap, and feathers in a cat.
Humility in arrogance and Arrogance in humility by Maria L. Berg 2022
Today’s challenge is to write a struggle poem. Today’s exercise I chose from The Art of Voice by Tony Hoagland is Exercise 3 from Chapter IV “The Warmth of Worldliness” and models “Let’s meet somewhere outside time and space,” by Diane Seuss whose new book frank:sonnets won the 2022 Pulitzer. This exercise is about “developing my image-making strengths,” so I’ll be generating as many word-images of the struggle of humility and arrogance as I can.
“Let’s meet somewhere outside time and space,” made me think of my favorite virtual place the Liszt Academy. I hadn’t visited in a while. I love this place so much. Wandering the rooms and halls and looking at the details never gets old. And it’s the perfect place to explore the struggle of humility in arrogance and arrogance in humility.
The link to the Liszt Academy is now in my favorites bar right after 4theWords, so no matter where I am in the internet, I only have to move my cursor and click on it, and I’ll be whisked away to my favorite place. Why haven’t I done this before? Oh, maybe because I won’t get anything done because I’m roaming around the Liszt Academy. Guess we’ll see, won’t we?
“Truly great men are those who combine contrary qualities within themselves,” Liszt once wrote. (the Christian Science Monitor)
I’ll meet you in the struggle of humility and arrogance ~after Diane Seuss
between the four identical muses, two on either side where the green man, or Pan, in wide-mouthed surprise has become a fountain
Between two large breasted torsos under Medusa and their twins under Poseidon where the masses watch from above, viewing the performance and the audience’s hairlines, knees, and hands
Between bench and keys , strings, pegs, and mallets where all possibilities lie in wait
Between theme and variation where centuries of hearts swell
Between two swans under a ceiling of delicate gold leaves where a lyre sings its strings through a woman’s disembodied head
Between the two red velvet curtains in the private balcony box where the privileged have the best view of the player’s hands, or the back of her neck
Between the Art Deco glass lyres and the ones across the hall where the music reverberates and fills the imagination
I make my way with violent effort back through the doors to the lobby, but there is so much more to explore
I strive to return to the place I dust and vacuum to the space between the grass and the street between the rain and the freeze where humility keeps me
but I am pulled along the corridors between the classrooms where more stages more pianos, more Art Deco await my every turn the pleasure of these empty spaces where I imagine my virtuoso arrogance, percussive fingers flying
Between the splendor, and the opulence where I now look into the orchestra pit under the olive green velvet curtains in the theater
Is the struggle an act of coming back to humility, to this reality when I can be in this virtual world of arrogance and affluence, pretending it is mine.
Today was Open Link Night Live, and as usual it was over before I looked up from my work. Lillian mentioned it might happen on a different day or time, so maybe someday. Luckily, I can still link up and share my poem with that great global community of poets.
Yesterday was the first day I felt like I was stalling out. I wasn’t really. I still wrote over 2,000 words, but I could tell that I wasn’t sure how things were going to fit together. So I did as I had planned, and started filling in the Blueprint from Writing & Selling Your Mystery Novel by Hallie Ephron. I got about half-way through it before I was done for the day, but it helped me get my ideas in order. While I was in the shower before bed, the climactic scene played out in my head, making some of the decisions I was still waffling on, or at least showing me one possibility.
It’s never too late to work on your outline, your novel blueprint. This weekend, I’ll put all my 4theWords files into a Scrivener file and look at all the clues I’ve set up and connections I’ve made so far, and make sure I continue to develop them to the climax and tie them up at the end.
Today’s scene is mostly in my Protagonist’s head as she scours over the evidence in a cold case trying to find new clues. So as a warm-up, I’m going to do the exercise from The Compass of Character by David Corbett. That I didn’t get to the other day. In the first section, “The Logic of Longing,” he presents a series of questions to pose to your Protagonist and Antagonist to get to their: Lack, Yearning, Resistance (Weakness, Flaw), and Desire.
Today I’m looking at finding the jealousy in faith and the faith in jealousy. I chose faith as the contradiction of jealousy because jealousy is a form of mistrust, not believing a relationship can withstand a challenge imagined or real, or believing that others can accomplish things but you can’t, where faith means believing in the relationship or one’s ability to do anything. The more I thought about it, one has to have faith in their own imagination to be jealous, because more often than not, that little green-eyed monster, is all in one’s imagination. But what does that look like?
For today’s images I put different transparency filters in a thought bubble and had some fun and surprising results.
Faith in Jealousy and Jealousy in Faith by Maria L. Berg
Today’s prompt is a fill in the blank title prompt: “(blank) of the (blank).”
I’ve been enjoying the exercises in The Art of Voice by Tony Hoagland, so I continued with Exercise 3 from chapter three “Connecting through the Admission of Failure and Error.”
Faith of the Jealous
My attempts to do what you wanted— to feel jealousy when you played in her band to feel envy when you stayed late at practice to worry and wonder when you didn’t call —were a complete failure.
I tried to obsess over her fingers on your shoulders the way she praised your skillful fingers playing the shared glances that were not quick or secret at all but I had my own music to write and fingers to callous Turns out jealous possession took too much attention
My efforts to feel the pain of your loss before you were gone was an error because it did eventually erode my faith, so finally I just gave up and turned green, all of me a pretty emerald I gave you a going away party, invited everyone but you, and I gave my heart permission to break which also failed; the bloody dagger stayed there in the cleavage the blood pumped out in gushes like old Faithful with each heartbeat, but I wasn’t jealous I didn’t feel anything at all.
As a plantser (someone who likes to let the words flow, but also likes to know where she’s going in the story and have an outline), I’m starting to worry about how to get from today’s scene to the big first crime solve. I’ve brought up some hints, but need some real clues. So today, after my planned writing session, I am going to do my very best to fill out “A Blueprint for Planning a Mystery Novel” from Writing & Selling Your Mystery Novel by Hallie Ephron.
At this point I think I have all the information I need to fill in the blanks; I just need to connect the dots. Hopefully physically writing the details onto the worksheets will how me visualize how to get from where I am now to where I want to be for the midpoint.
Today I’m looking at finding the disappointment in fulfillment and the fulfillment in disappointment. For today’s images I chose a couple of the hot glue filters that I didn’t think had reached their potential previously, and took them out in nature. Not knowing what would constitute fulfillment, and searching for disappointment, was freeing and led to some interesting images.
Fulfillment in Disappointment by Maria L. Berg 2022
I thought an anti-form poem fit well with an exercise from Tony Hoagland’s The Art of Voice. The second exercise that goes with Chapter Three: “The Sound of Intimacy,” provides a list of “speech additives.” I thought I would walk around with a recorder and use these phrases to literally create a “voice” in my poem.
Today’s Poetics prompt is to include titles of movies that won Razzies (from a list) in the poem.
This fits well with my idea for today’s poem. I will see which of these movie titles fit with the “speech additives” as I record myself talking my poem. Then I’ll choose my favorite phrases and write it down. Here goes. Lillian promised no poem Razzies.
Thinking Out Loud: Fulfillment or Disappointment
This isn’t the first time I’ve heard the lonely lady speak of fulfillment I mean she must have known it at some point for better or worse
Don’t laugh, I— Laugh if you like, but it seems odd to me for the lonely lady to be talking about fulfillment Don’t worry I’m not trying to sensor her, but it seems odd, don’t you think? Someone who obviously knows disappointment, where would she find fulfillment in her loneliness?
Don’t let me get swept away in these difficult abstractions come to think of it my bias might come shining through
And when she’s lonely in the empty darkness swept away by her dreams the color of night—hmm and another thing is there really ever fulfillment for anyone? As we wander along between right and wrong in an area with at least fifty shades of gray, what is it that defines the disappointment? Is it the one who seeks fulfillment, or the one who doesn’t measure up? I mean, you tell me Where is the line?
Once a goal is reached, there is always a further one Fulfillment is never completely reached Like I always say: You can’t be disappointed, if you have no expectations.
Finding Fulfillment in Disappointment and Disappointment in Fulfillment by Maria L. Berg 2022
I’m glad I used my character creation spreadsheet yesterday. I used the results to brainstorm a series of scenes in which my protagonist and the character from her past had strange interactions that made her suspect him. The character creation spreadsheet informed the scenes with his fears, hobbies, and obsessions.While she can’t sleep, these scenes are playing in reverse order in her head. I’m enjoying writing it.
When I finish this series of quick scenes, I plan to introduce a scene with one of my Big Five characters, so I’ll quickly fill in her character sheet using the character creation spreadsheet before I dive in.
The next exercise in A Writer’s Workbook by Caroline Sharp is “Picture This.” For the exercise, she says to find an image that makes you feel, then write for thirty minutes about what’s going on in that image. I set up a Pinterest folder of cinematic images before NaNoWriMo began, having no idea I would pick up this book and do these exercises, and I haven’t looked at the images since I collected them. I’ll take a look at the first image, and see how it inspires some scenes, or informs a scene for my novel.
Today I’m looking at finding the artistry in artlessness and the artlessness in artistry. Artlessness has some interesting and unexpected meanings. Yes, it does mean without art, but it also means free from deceit, cunning, or craftiness; ingenuous 2. not artificial; natural; simple; uncontrived. And when I looked up ingenuous, I found: free from reserve, restraint, or dissimulation; candid, sincere 2. artless, innocent, naive. So this got me thinking about the wisdom in naivete and the naivete in wisdom. So I decided to use my honeycomb filters out in nature and got some fun results. I didn’t remember which of the big five abstract nouns I had categorized artistry and artlessness under and was happily surprised to find it was Beauty, not Wisdom. So this creates an interesting connection. Before (back in June) I talked about the famous Keats quote:
“Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.”
But do we need to add, and Beauty is Wisdom, thus by the transitive property Truth is Wisdom? This could add an interesting connection between my characters in my novel. How will I show artistry in artlessness and artlessness in artistry? I already have an idea. It will link the opening scene to the end of the second act going into the third.
Today’s prompt is to write an adaptation poem. The second chapter of Tony Hoagland’s The Art of Voice, “Showing the Mind in Motion presents Gerald Stern’s poem, “Blue Skies, White Breasts, Green Trees,” as a model poem as an exercise in writing a poem where the speaker’s mind is in process. I really like the idea of the poem, the speaker recognizes misinterpreted perceptions. I thought this would be a great exercise for looking at how humans adapt.
Accepting an Arduous Adaptation ~after Gerald Stern
What appeared to me as a clear blue lake turned out to be a dried out basin holding invading bivalves in its alluvion and what sounded like the whistle of a ghost train on these long-crumbled timber trestles turned out to be the Amtrak taking the people elsewhere with hopes of quenching death’s thirst somewhere It was my hope deluding me, creating mirages in the acrid haze for what I believed was a bather about to dive turned out to be a fire starting from the glare hitting glass and what I saw as a boat pulling a water-skier like always was really a pile of dead fish about to explode from expanding gas and what I felt was a lovely long summer that wouldn’t end turned out to be the last gasp of life on earth and a new adaptive species emerging.
Yesterday, I hit the twenty-five thousand word mark in this new novel draft. I really can’t believe it. I’ve never had such a smooth and consistent NaNoWriMo experience. I wake up every morning excited to start working on this novel. I hope you are having a similar experience.
So far I have mentioned all five of my Big Five contradictory abstraction characters, and three of the five have been in scenes. I’m getting to know my protagonist and antagonist pretty well, and I enjoy them both. I thought today would be a good day to explore some character exercises as I move into the second act of my story. I need to get deeper into my main characters’ motives and desires and get to know the rest of the characters better.
Since I know physical description of characters is one of my weaknesses. I thought the exercise, “Character, Character, on the Wall . . .” from Caroline Sharp’s A Writer’s Workbook would be a good place to start. In this exercise you start by doing a character description of yourself, describing yourself as if someone who didn’t know you was reading it and then had to pick you out in a crowd. I think I’ll write this in the third person. The second part of the exercise is to write a character description of someone you know. And then, in the third part of the exercise, you write a character description of a fictional character. Sharp recommends setting a timer for thirty minutes for each section of the exercise. I really like the progression, and hope it will help me get the feel of really describing my characters, but not in an awkward superficial way.
The next exercises I want to explore today are from The Compass of Character by David Corbett. In the first section, “The Logic of Longing,” he presents a series of questions to pose to your Protagonist and Antagonist to get to their: Lack, Yearning, Resistance (Weakness, Flaw), and Desire. I want to work through these for my Bid Five, and maybe a couple other characters that have popped up.
Today’s scene was inspired by an idea that came up at the end of yesterday’s writing session. A character (not one of my Big Five contradictory abstractions) from my protagonist’s past, has come back and connects a crime in the present to an unsolved murder. I need to know a lot about this character in a hurry. So I’m going to use my random number generator and character creation spreadsheet to see if I can generate some three-dimensionality in a hurry and dive into some flash-backs.
I may not get much more than the necessary 1700 words on my novel draft today, but I’ll have so much more to work with tomorrow, and the rest of the month.
May Your Words Flow Like a Waterfall, and Don’t Forget to Read!
Today I’m looking at finding the crime in law and law in crime. Today’s nouns fit well with the poetry prompts. These days it seems like law makers and law enforcement officers are constantly in the news breaking the laws, thus the law in crime. And laws themselves can be so wrong their criminal. New horrible and atrocious laws are popping up so quickly how can a person even know when they’ve become a criminal without doing anything differently, and there we find the crime in law. But what would all of that look like?
For one thing, it looks like a blackout poem with one of the political articles I copied from the 2002 Playboys I found in the cupboard. But what about a filter? It could be unbalanced scales. Oo, oo, I can use my new tiny brad technique so the scales of justice can pivot. I like that idea. I think I’ll give it a try.
“For today’s prompt, write a news poem. Your poem could be about a story you find in the news today (either from a newspaper, TV report, or online news source). Or it could be about a news story from the past. Of course, you can also make up your own news (some people like to do that anyway, right?).”
The “news” for this poem is the first page of an article called “Virtual Reich” by Michael Reynolds. I really liked how the black page with white ink worked for blackout poetry, so I picked another page like that.
ITCH : A Strange and Homegrown Sinister One
It was the first week the final spring smoldered It appeared ideas have a significant capacity for transfiguration.
Unrepentant collaborators formed clandestine networks, reemerged as ardent expanded breathing new life doesn’t come to call It is shaped
Most strange and alarming, as we shall see, this dangerous illustrated self issued thrilled statements that echoed
and now idea revitalized, move For the value system. This time could break. H ave you considered yet what that means?
need will run off like hares powerfully damaged will sink down upon itself. join in from remote heads in mountains. The people who flew did it because they had been pushed.
Experience Writing 