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Day 19: dying to have dinner with you.
5 Dinner Guests. Who are 5 people you’d love to have dinner with (living or deceased) and why? If wishes came true, I wrote in Communing with the Dead, I would ask for just one more conversation with someone who is no longer with us, with a handful of women who would have something to say – my grandmother, Princess Diana, Susan G. Komen, Rachel Carson, and Janis Joplin. I am intrigued by the thought of this eclectic group of women around my table weighing in on the news of the day. What would my grandmother make of Arizona’s immigration policies, I wonder. I would plan for her to arrive early…
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Day 18: wordplay
Open Book. open the nearest book (or find your favorite and open that!) to a random page and point to a word or phrase on that page. Using that phrase or word as your inspiration, free-write for 20 minutes – to be sure, set a timer and see what you’ve come up with. Free-write on a Favorite Poet. Once again scanning the shelves of my bookcase for one of my favorite books, I spy nestled between Seamus Heaney’s Preoccupations and W.P. Kinsella’s Shoeless Joe, the short off-white spine of a little book I last picked up in 1999: Fooling with Words: A Celebration of Poets and Their Craft In keeping…
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Day 16: Picture this
Day 16 of the WEGO Health Activist Writer’s Month Challenge requires me to choose three pictures for my Pinterest board that best represent my health condition. I wish it were so, but I cannot separate from breast cancer its pinkness, hence the horribly pink noise of the first image. The second represents my adventure in social media. The breast cancer diagnosis launched me into another reality, where soon I learned of what lurked behind the pink ribbons and the races. Social media has connected me to others who are clamoring for a change in the conversation about breast cancer. It is changing my life in myriad ways while still I proceed the only way…
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Day 15: she had a habit of writing
Writing is neither quick nor easy. Often, so elusive are the ideas and then the words to attach to them, that I may as well be divining for water. For the better part of today, I have been laboring on Day 15’s writing challenge. I just haven’t written anything. When an idea worth exploring comes my way, I hesitate to commit it to the blank screen in front of me, because its potential might be diminished by an ill-chosen word or a clumsy sentence. My reluctance amuses me, knowing I will begin to revise this very post, rework its sentences, reshape it, remove imprecise words, perhaps entirely rewrite it, shortly…
