DAY 14 (June 25th, 2018)
THE FLUTE (UNFINISHED)
upon my deathbed I lie inert—
command lost and naught to follow—
when I hear her play.
a company of angels,
all but imperceptible
to the untrained ear.
neither doctor nor prodigious
am I, but my forty futile years
of an uncelebrated novitiate
have earned me this one consolation—
ears to hear her play.
the chorus pulls me out of lumbering shadows—
out of the soft, dark earth
and melts my glacial melancholy.
I wake and wash my face in the dun-colored dawn.
Daily Word Count: 105
” … My mission … our mission, if it suits you, is to attend that hearing, gather intelligence, and get information concerning our lost agent, if at all possible.”
The 100 Day Project is a creativity excavation. It’s about unearthing dormant or unrealized creativity by committing to a daily practice everyday for 100 days.
Creativity is a skill. The more we practice, the more skilled we become. Practice takes time. Practice takes commitment. Practice is a radical act in this speeded up world. Through practice, we develop a creative habit. Through habit, we reconnect with and know ourselves again as a creative being.
I started this, my third, 100 Day Project on June 12th, 2018. My project is to write at least one first-draft stanza inspired by a poem, a quote, an idea, a painting—anything, really (or nothing at all) and to write at least one hundred shitty first-draft words of my novel. I’ll post the results here.