Last year I participated in completed the April a-to-z challenge. I was on a poetry bender at the time, and although my original theme was ‘small’, it quickly became clear that my real theme was ‘poetry’. So that happened.
I am going to do it again… the challenge, I mean. But I need a theme… and I don’t have one. Theme reveal day is March 20. I have 7 days to conjure up a brilliant theme.
Let’s start with my tagline…
fiction.
Well, it appears that I am no longer a fiction writer. The best I can do lately is, ‘Hey, I just had coffee with a friend and on the way out of the café, a hot guy smiled at me.’ There… fiction. The end.
poetry.
Poetry is dead to me. Sigh. No, it’s not… not really. But I haven’t written anything very memorable lately. Plus, I did this last year.
art.
Other than the doodles I’ve been doing recently, my art has garnered little interest. Funny how much time I spent on my work in college… wasted? Maybe… just another poor decision.
humor.
I know I’m funny sometimes. But I’m not sure I can be funny on-demand. For 26 days in April. But… if I had to come up with something humorous to post nearly every day, maybe it would make me laugh… make me have a better day. [I’m slipping into cheesy territory and I’m not happy about it.] I’m not sure about this one. But of these tagline options, I think this is the only contender.
truth/life.
You have been subjected to waaaay too much of my ‘truth’ and my ‘life’ lately. If I post much more, you’re going to send the men in white coats for me. Or you’re going to run away screaming. Or both. [Aside: At least make sure the men in white coats are hot. Thanks, friends.]
Moving on…
I’ve come up with a few theme possibilities, none of which are any good.
emotions.
I think this might be too close to the truth/life conundrum. But when I thought of this, I was thinking emotions in general… not necessarily my emotions. Not sure how this one would play out. I’m thinking it won’t.
wish list.
I have dreams, you know. I have no doubt that I can come up with a wish, a want, a dream for every letter of the alphabet. But I’m not writing a Christmas list here. It shouldn’t be just ‘b is for bracelet’. It has to be more than that. I’m skeptical…
poor life choices.
Yeah, I know. This theme could also be named ‘regrets’. Not very healthy. But I have sooo many to choose from. No problem coming up with posts here…
perk.
Yes, I actually thought of this all by myself. The ‘weekly perk’ went away. Then I tried simply ‘the perk’ but I couldn’t keep that going either. Almost every day? A perk for every letter of the alphabet? This one may be too much of a stretch for me. I might be stressed as fuck trying to come up with ‘perks’… thus defeating the purpose.
people.
Not just any people. Real people who have touched my life, good or bad, past or present. I’d say future, but then we’re back at fiction. I bet I could come up with a person in my life for every letter… and write something about said person. But… this might be totally boring. In fact, I’m already bored.
…
That’s it. That’s all I’ve got.
Please help me. I’m begging…
Hm. Maybe I do miss it a little. These pants fit great. I look good in these. Wow… I really thought I was being frivolous when I bought these dress-up shoes (yes, my brain really does use words like ‘dress-up’), but they are so comfortable. I should dress up every day. *laughter* Riiiiight.
Holy crap, this parking lot is packed! Am I at a car dealership? Am I going to have to wait for someone to purchase a fucking car to get a spot? Someone please buy the pretentious BMW near the door. No… okay fine… I wouldn’t want it either. Ooh I see something… it’s a good sign. Like, literally a good sign… that reads ‘free garage parking’. My favorite kind of garage parking!
Is that a Dunkin’ Donuts? Of course it is. I’m in MA… it’s disconcerting if one does not appear before your eyes every 3 to 5 miles. But this one is in the office building. There’s no mistaking that pink D-shaped door handle… a mere 10 steps from the building’s entrance. How convenient. But this is the agency… not a prospective workplace. Unless the agency is a prospective workplace. I don’t think so. And with normal commute-time traffic, this 20-minute trip would take me twice that… maybe even more. Not horrible but…
Thanks, nice lady who greeted me, but I don’t think I can have coffee while I wait. I’m a little anxious. Oh, it would probably have no impact. My caffeine tolerance is gigantic, but why risk it?
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