At least in part, I will discuss my Creativity Workshop progress in every Sunday post for the duration. This past week was introductory, and in that sense, I totally reached my goal. Yay, me!!!
This next week, the first of a block of four, I will write poetry. Since I’ve only written poems in free verse and haiku, my research on Day One will refresh my brain on the many other forms. Then I’ll choose the form I think will best suit the first of my four connected poems. I’ve chosen the four seasons as my theme for these poems, and first up is Summer, which is fast approaching for those of us living in the Northern Hemisphere.
Those of you who’ve been subjected to my poetry before on this blog can breathe easy because the rules prevent us from sharing what we write before the end of this workshop … and by then, I’ll have come to my senses. Hopefully.
And now for something completely irrelevant … and unbearably trivial.
I love bacon. I hate frying bacon. (I hate microwaved bacon worse than no bacon at all.) I don’t think perfectionists should take on the job of frying bacon. The task is just too frustrating. The only way to get all the little rippled fat bits cooked before the meaty part turns to leather is to prevent the ripples in the first place. Hence the invention of the bacon press. For some reason, I have never owned one … until now. Actually, I’ve only ordered it, but after it arrives, I expect it to transform my life. Well, the bacon frying part, at least. It will help me not a whit to write poetry.
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