Good day, Poetry People. I'm pleased that the Deep House Mix channel managed to make their introductory image look like it came from a beach vacation rather than a strip club for today's video. I'm grateful for whatever crumbs the Universe throws my way.
I made myself miserable by looking at my KDP sales report. I learned something, but it was still a miserable experience. What I learned is nobody cares about poetry and I need to start writing erotica again.
People have strange perceptions of authors who write erotica. They get the idea that we're all insatiable sex fiends. Although I've encountered a few erotica authors who were into swinging lifestyles, often they're just ordinary people.
Personally, I look like an unmade bed and have the libido of a haunted car with four flat tires and a cracked engine block. This car will kill you if you try to drive it.
You may wonder why a crabby old bat who compares herself to an immobile haunted car would write erotica.
The answer is simple. It's a fun genre to write. I find myself able to cut loose with erotica in a way that I can't with other genres.
Enough about the smutty side of Naughty Netherworld Press. For now, let's look at today's non-erotic prompts.
The Sound of Lost Things and Absent Friends
Prompts Used
This prompt asks you to write a poem in which you first recall someone you used to know closely but are no longer in touch with, then a job you used to have but no longer do, and then a piece of art that you saw once and that has stuck with you over time. Finally, close the poem with an unanswerable question.
I did a sweet suite of four Haibun with this multi-part prompt.
Write a Sound poem
Write a poem using one of the rose names on the list. I chose Absent Friends.
Words for Wednesday
Prompt word: Dewdrops
Write about an encounter with an animal
I used the prompt for the title question, will anything ever unite us and also the alternate question that came to mind, will anything ever reunite us? Other than that, I really didn't follow the prompt.
The words painted a picture
Image: lost in a crowd
Today I would also like to give a shout-out to the folks at the Write Edit Publish Now blog. You have until tomorrow if you'd like to enter a piece in the bi-monthly WEP challenge.
For more about the WEP Challenge, visit the following link.
To read my entry, follow the breadcrumbs to the gingerbread house.
Eh, it's actually a yellow brick house. Don't worry, I'm not going to eat you for dinner. I'm making a knockoff version of Pork Al Pastor using the slow cooker function on my dearly beloved Instant Pot, and I'm going to serve that over rice tonight.
Good gravy but I find the stripper aesthetic that the creator of the fantastic deep house video mixes favors for thumbnails aggravating. Fortunately, the rest of the video seems to be free of such imagery.
I've officially completed my Camp NaNoWriMo goal. I heart Camp NaNoWriMo almost as much as I despise regular NaNoWriMo.
Camp NaNoWriMo and regular NaNoWriMo are like two sides of the same coin. The Camp NaNoWriMo side is shiny, pleasant, and encouraging. It plays uplifting music whenever it comes up in a toss while beautiful birds fly through the air carrying a brightly colored banner proclaiming YOU CAN DO THIS, WINNER!
The regular NaNoWriMo side of the coin was minted in the depths of Mount Doom from shards of broken glass, rusty nails, and used razor blades, and carries with it the sensation of being forced to do horrible homework in hell while being whacked across the knuckles at varying intervals by a demon nun wielding a spiked ruler. It plays the screeching sound of nails on a chalkboard turned up to 11 every time it comes up in a toss.
Maybe next time I'll tell you how I really feel about NaNoWriMo and not hold back. 😜
~Ornery Owl Has Spoken~
Image by Jean van der Meulen from Pixabay
