DAYS 57, 58, 59, 60 (August 7th, 8th, 9th, 10th 2018)
WILDFLOWERS (thirdish draft)
A peasant boy gathers wildflowers
for a girl—now a ghost of a girl—he once saw
walking along the bourn on the outskirts
of a greening field.
He imagines her toes testing the cool, clear water—
perhaps it is too cold—
does it matter when there is so much life and love
in all this sun and song?
He plays a little game
of words called ‘Futility’—
for his eyes wordless see
and his ears wordless hear
and his lips wordless part
and all that passes between his teeth
is her aspired memory.
he likes to play—
It keeps her close.
Daily(ish) Word Count: 177
Dean Redgreene was sleeping on Button’s headscreen. He woke with a start, shuffled some papers and said, “Burt Buckner tirelessly grooms himself in the hope of impressing the lovely Charlot Bell. This and more at eleven.”
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.