I am not sure what sort of masochistic demon in my brain drove me to do this, but I did it. I suppose I could still back out but that seems weak. I shouldn’t be so weak. Or scared. Or fearful of enormous embarrassment.
Guys. I signed up for Writing 101: Poetry.
What the hell is wrong with me? I don’t write poetry. I have some angst-ridden crap from my [much] younger years. But I’m sure it’s awful. This is not something I’m good at. It’s not even something I’m comfortable with. I really cannot figure out why I did this.
I know — I don’t have to do it. I don’t have to post anything. I don’t even have to write anything. But that seems so pathetic. Even for me.
I hate that I have so much trouble doing new things in my non-internet world. Maybe doing this will help. Or it will completely humiliate me. Please bear with me and try not to pee yourselves with laughter when you begin seeing a poem each day for two weeks.
I also did something else… I won something. An award for something I wrote. Something tiny I wrote for the six word story challenge.
The six words I wrote for the theme memory…
‘I forced myself to forget you.’
…received the third highest ‘like‘ count. I know, it’s not exactly a Pulitzer, but I still got excited when I saw my name/blog in the winners post. Sometimes, it’s the little things. But you know, it’s also the big things. And I cannot help wishing this award came with a giant monetary prize. Ha. It was six words. I’m very silly.
Lastly, I did one more thing. I changed my blog headers. They randomize like before (when you refresh or go to different pages within my blog, the header changes, right?), but now the title and tagline are in different fonts and I added two new headers that are a little Christmas-ish and almost… festive [not a word that normally comes to mind when people think of me]. This change would probably go unnoticed if I didn’t draw attention to it… it was pretty subtle. But I like it.
I better go begin working on that first poem. Oh God. I’m so going to humiliate myself.