Hi readers. Thanks for coming by for a read this morning.
Jeanne tells me November’s going to have several thousand people grinding out first drafts of immortal prose again. Poor old Universe will be ducking and dodging new characters, events, plots, subplots, trying to keep track of what’s really happening, and what someone dredged up from the imagination and stuffed into 50,000 words packed into the month of November.
I’ve wondered about this phenomenon for a longish time, several years, and honestly can’t quite figure it. Probably tens of thousands of November novels written in past years nobody but the authors ever laid an eye to all the way through. Pages, electrons on the screen, characters floating around in the ether wondering what the hell happened, why their pent-up events just ground to a halt.
All I can figure is those people doing that are trying to shoot down the Universe and know it’s going to take a lot of ammunition.
If a person were looking for a worthy project that would be less likely to damage the Universe he might consider taking the JRR Tolkein Lord of Rings trilogy and working it up into a second draft, which wossname, Tolkein failed to do. At least not the part about say, cutting about 2/3 of the extraneous immortal prose, working it around so it’s tight, a pleasure on the tongue of the Universe, rather than just something out of some fast food joint.
Maybe someone everyone does what he says will think of this sometime and tell them they ought to do that instead of picking out targets of opportunity trying to shoot down the Universe.
Old Jules
So Far From Heaven 
One thing I’m learning through writing micropoetry … less is more and one can always cut back just a little more …
Teresa Evangeline: Never heard the word micropoetry, but the concept’s familiar.
Fleas
Adam Had’em.
That sort of thing? Gracias, J
A few years ago, I found out about Flash Fiction. Something very distantly related to the art of Haiku. It’s an artform I’d like to try, but not yet in a public forum. Meantime, I’ll stick to my random cries from the universe out of my blog. 🙂
Hi Swabby – sounds like fun stuff. I’ve always liked haiku, written some of it, but am more attuned spiritually to the limerick. Jack
… sorta … you’re a natural … 🙂
It’s similar to haiku in concept and format … it started on twitter, I believe, with 140 characters, but can be enlarged a little outside that format.
http://teresaevangelinespoetry.blogspot.com/
Teresa, your poetry is beautiful. May I share the link on my blog? If you prefer that I don’t share it I will certainly honor your wish. In any case, it is lovely and the images are also lovely.
I left a reply on your blog, Elroy. I would be honored to have you share it … thank you so much.
I shared, thank YOU!
Hi Teresa Evangeline. I can’t claim the honor for it. Heard it somewhere during the past 70 times around Old Sol and it popped into my head. Supposed to be the shortest poem ever written. I do like the entire micro poetry concept. Gracias, Jack
It’s been a while since we had a limerick… unless there was one I missed last week. I will research further.
Less is more of almost everything.
There was an old hermit named Jack,
Who had a mysterious attack.
But now he’s stopped smoking,
And says he’s not joking,
The cats all confirm that’s a fact.
OUTSTANDING Jeanne! Superb and delightful!
Thanks Jeanne. The cats applaud. Jack
I’m a fan of Flash. Nice limerick!
No NaNoWriMo for you? Me either! Blogging is more fun I think.
Gypsy Bev: We’re on the same page. Jack