Happy St Patrick’s Day to you all.
I have started short course with an Irish writer’s group, and I am loving their work, especially the reasons some of the members offer the group leader for not having written anything during the week.
Week one I heard someone say that she had written nothing because technology is stifling her creativity. When it was suggested she ditch the keyboard and try a low tech approach of notepad and pen the woman looked aghast and said that would be far too primitive for her style. The following week she still hadn’t written anything, but had tried to commit memoiresque thoughts to paper. This proved impossible though, because ’ the hands of her ancestors were drawing her back from the page’. Pure poetry.
This Wednesday at the group it is Poetry Week and I am busy dreaming up excuses for why I won’t have done my homework ,which was writing a poem to bring along for critique.
The truth is I can’t do poetry, but I think I’ll say I wrote a real beauty longhand on a sheet of A4. I will claim it was a masterpiece but sadly my cat got sick on it. If the cat could read, and if I had written a poem it probably would have made her sick, so that would be more of a prediction than a lie.
I would definitely go with the prediction
Does beat the usual “dog ate my homework”.
Might ‘the goldfish flipped out of his bowl and soaked my sonnet’ work ? Anna May x
You really shouldn’t say funny things like that when I’m trying to eat my lunch.
Must remember that line when I’m late on a deadline…