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Purposefully Aimless (for 100 Word Song)


I’m having some trouble carving out time for myself and my writing (also known as the lifeline to my sanity) this summer. My kids are home, which is truly wonderful. I love them both to the point that I can sometimes feel it in my chest. That sounds like an expression, an exaggeration. It’s not.

And I am much more comfortable when I’m trying to make you laugh … by writing about Alec Baldwin, my dairy farm shenanigans or even “lady hair.” The trouble is that I’ve been in a bit of an introspective, contemplative state of mind lately. And that just isn’t funny.

But I’m trying.

Tonight, I opened my laptop … at a time when everyone else wasn’t asleep … and attempted a little writing. True. It’s no Woody Allen comedy but it’s something. (Woody Allen? Where did THAT come from?  I must be trying to impress you people because honestly I’ve only been exposed to a small portion of the man’s work. What I SHOULD have said was ‘it’s no Will Farrell comedy.’ Let’s call a spade a spade, shall we?)

I’m revisiting an old writing exercise called 100 Word Song. Entrants must offer 100 words “interpreting” the chosen song in any form (poetry, fiction, limericks, cartoons, etc.) This week’s song is Within Me by Lacuna Coil. No, I hadn’t heard of it either. They’re an Italian Goth rock band, which seems oxymoronic to me. Still, it helps to stretch your mind sometimes, right?

Bear with me, friends. I won’t be Eeyore forever.

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Purposefully Aimless

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She pulled a tattered notebook out of her backpack and began scribbling.

Life’s crawling and wasting my days

Never mind that it didn’t work out here. She was leaving. Today. Thumbing it straight through the night to Seattle. With at least two good friends there, she knew she could make a go of it. And she scribbled again.

Another night gone and I know there will be another way

Her poetry reflected her life like a mirror. And she often wondered where she would be if things had been different all those years ago.

I’m leading myself to be free

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Waiting on a Friend (100 word song)


Remember that new writing challenge I tried out last week at My Blog Can Beat Up Your Blog? I forgot to mention it’s called 100 Word Song. Each week, a song is selected and entrants must offer 100 words (exactly) “interpreting” the song. Entries can be any form – poetry, limericks, signs, cartoons, essays, fictions, real life scenarios, etc.

This week, I got to pick the song. Seriously, it’s like getting to be the line leader in your kindergarten class. It’s a big deal around here. I went with Waiting on a Friend by the Rolling Stones. I’ve always liked it and it seemed like an interesting one to illustrate through words. Here goes (hopefully not) nothing …

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Waiting on a Friend

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“Where IS he?” she panicked, trying futilely to calculate the elapsed minutes since his last call. Her body was slowing down dramatically.  Her plan was simple. Timing was crucial. She’d take the pills when he was an hour away. He’d arrive, find her and instantly recognize his mutual feelings.

She lay on the bed, trying to read the clock. 11:14. Or 11:41? The numbers blurred.  The phone rang across the room. She heard his voice on the machine. Something about a fender bender. Running late.

Her lids closed and she drifted off, her languishing hand dropping the empty bottle to the floor.

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Accidentally Nostalgic (for 100 Word Song)


I’m trying out a new writing challenge hosted by a friend who maintains a residence at My Blog Can Beat Up Your Blog. His project is a little (read: a lot) different than the others I’ve participated in so far. Basically, a song is selected each week and entrants must offer 100 words (exactly) that are tied to the inspiration of the song. Entries can be submitted in any form – poetry, limericks, signs, cartoons, essays, fictions, real life scenarios, embarrassing stories or whatever inspires you.

This week’s song is Of Lillies and Remains by Bauhaus. If you assumed that I had never heard it before, you assumed correctly.  This unfamiliarity added to the level of difficulty for me. But I guess I shouldn’t expect them to be picking show tunes for this stuff.

So, for this first stab at it, I’m going with non-fiction. Lance, you’re more than welcome to lock the doors on me next week. My entry is nothing like the poetry and other mysterious allegory to which I think you are accustomed. “Enjoy.”

Accidentally Nostalgic

This challenge intrigues me but, after reading ALL of the other entries, I’m concerned. Concerned that maybe I don’t have the imagination exhibited by the others here. When I listen to this song, it takes me back to my very young adulthood. When I was dating the man I would one day marry. We saw a movie entitled So I Married an Axe Murderer. I still own the CD. Lots of great music in this film. And, for whatever reason, your song reminded me of the one below. Thanks for bringing back this nice little memory. (Hey, I did it.)

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