I’ve signed up for the 100 Days Project, “a creativity project that anyone can take part in.” There are a few of us from Twitter doing it which means that I can draw strength from their ability to get shit made and not just flake out with excuses. (As Louise says “If it were the 100 Excuses Project we’d be so great”.)
My goal is broad and open so I can start/continue/finish the creative projects I already have in my head. (Although I’ve just noticed this is not in the rules. Oops. (_Is_ there even a creative exercise I want to repeat for 100 days? Maybe I’ll make a zine then I can say I’m making a page for a zine every day KTK.)) For some reason I feel creativity should be spontaneous even though I know that it takes preparation, practice, and a little bit of serendipity. I’m going to actively resist the temptation to pretend I don’t know what I’m doing!
I’ll only post images on the 100 Days Project website so I can blog about whatever I feel like writing about here. (I need to start writing again.) It will probably be about the process or what I was thinking about or aiming for. (I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about other aspects of my life and have come to the conclusion that it would be good to be able to track what process I was following.)
Today’s effort is a poem written during my lunch break. I exchange poems with a friend. We call it poetry buddying and of course there’s a Tumblr. The rules are to write a poem in response to, and building off, the other person’s work. I took ages to write my previous response so I was determined to write this one the same day I found out he’d posted a new one. I wanted to explore a rhythmical structure as he had. I also wanted to incorporate the “something old, something new” for brides at the end but it just wouldn’t work so I compromised.