DAY 20 (July 1st, 2018)
there is something like death in it—
this letting go.
flushed and sodden,
the heart grasps, like a shipwrecked child, at empty air.
finality is a face like ice
it will melt into grace
it too sheds cold tears.
cup your clay hands
slake your tired thirst
twice born, thrice born
born-again born, from these
wine dregs drink deep.
Daily Word Count: 127
She pounded back the last of her Molten Stinger and got up to leave in a huff.
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.