I picked up 2 books last weekend. Barnes & Noble is a dangerous place for me. Thankfully the “bargain shopper within” always trumps the desire for some heavily marketed and UP-marked tome. Translastion: I bought only SALE books. Yes they may be 6 months past their printing date or worse yet a year, but they are NEW TO ME!
I pretty much avoid the “last chance” section as those are books printed in the 80’s and early 90’s and I only shop these for my non-reading friends. Well! They haven’t even picked up a book (with only words) in years, have not been in a public library since high school, and the “picture books” are fairly reasonable in this section.
All that to say…the second book I purchased (which I don’t have in front of me so I don’t know the title) is exercises in writing. There are many exercises and I can’t wait to try each and every one of them. It may just be the first book of ‘exercises’ that I don’t fling across a room in frustration…though it’s a bit early to determine yet.
The exercise we will be performing today is to open the dictionary (with your eyes closed) and point your finger to a word on a page. Now open your eyes….wait, let me go get the BIG dictionary...(one moment please)…You’re supposed to use the very 1st word you come to…Hey, no fair, I want a redraw I got:
Hermitage: 1. the habitation of a hermit. 2. any secluded place of residence or habitation; retreat. 3. a palace in Leningrad: built by Catherine II; now used as an art museum.
Oh OKAY, let’s try…now we write a poem using this word in some form.
She stands at the window and watches
She sees a new day dawn
She worries with forboding
She fears the day has come
She knows her retreat is over
She knows she must face this day
She knows she can no longer slumber
She has had her hermitage and now must pay
She dresses without hurry
She ambles to the door
She turns the knob so methodically
She is shaken to the core
She hears the door move slowly
She sees the sky so blue
She smells the flowers blooming
She feels the cost accrue
She walks in all uncertainty
She knows nothing of her end
She only feels this moment
She cannot a future moment lend
She travels slowly onward
She beats a brand new trail
She is headed on a journey
She is searching for Holy grail
She reflects on what she used to be
She remembers the ‘her’ she was
She sees her clear and present future
She knows the answer is…because
If this is any indication of future writing…I may be doomed before beginning! We’ll see. Have an awesome Friday and weekend and remember who your Daddy is!