This will be a DIY, or interactive post, for the letter
Back last April, when I decided to try this challenge, I also decided to cheat (a bit). Each day, I would scan a variety of other posts, to see what words their writers had chosen, to pick one that sparked some inspiration. Sometimes it worked; sometimes it didn’t. This is a ‘didn’t work’ letter. I wrote down;
Tough
Tarts
Too much
Think
Treasure
Tease
Trash
Train – (noun or verb)
Torrid – or is that….
Torpid – I can’t read my own writing
I would like to make this an audience-participation, contest-y sort of post. I invite all of my readers to choose one of the above words, or provide any other T-word. Leave a comment, giving your word, and hopefully some kind of prompt.
We can’t rely on ‘First Through The Door” kind of thing, so I will choose one at random, and use your word and prompt to attempt to compose a short post about it.
So, what do we have for our embarrassed loser lucky winner, Johnny?
Well Bob, first they will receive my undying thanks for pulling me out of a compositional blue funk. They’ll also experience the incomparable joy of seeing their name up in lights on my blog. I’ll even try to link to their site, so that others can know what they’ve done.
C’mon folks, everyone is welcome to submit an idea. The more, the merrier – I am. You can’t win unless you enter. If you don’t, you’ll just get some more;
I’ve claimed that I’m tough. I’m probably not. It’s more like overcooked, dry, and stringy. I just finished two of my once-a-year mincemeat tarts. I should have only eaten one, because I’ve already had too much tryptophan from too much turkey, since I’m writing this at Christmas.
I like to think that I can compose the occasional little linguistic treasure, but it’s just a tease. Too often, it’s only another example of taking out the mental trash, which I use to help me train to write better. ‘Torrid’ must have been a typo, because I’ve never had ‘that much’ passion about anything in my life. With my rotund tummy stuffed full of Christmas goodies, I’ll just become torpid, and hibernate until New Years comes along.
Your suggestions are welcome, because my inspiration is….also hibernating. 😛
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