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October Word 3

The month’s latest random act of typing (See the first post in the series for explanation)

October 3. Fruitful

Ooo, ew. It’s all BE FRUITFUL AND MULTIPLY! MAKE BABIES, WIMMINS. Okay, no. let’s not do that picture. Let’s see. Fruit. Full. Full of fruit. Like a farmstand. Or one of those centerpieces that only come out for Thanksgiving, the so-very-American embarrassment festival of consumption the not celebration so much as the shamelessness of overindulgence. Fruitful as too much fruit, as it were.  I suppose fruitfulness is also about increase and growth, having enough to resow from what’s been harvested from what’s sown, with a sense of nurture and effort, and passing along to the future. So…maybe not bad after all.

Stay tuned or tune out, there will be more.

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October Word 2

The month’s 2nd random act of typing (See previous post for explanation)

October 2. Doorman

Door. Man. Well, now, that does bring a picture to mind. Brass buttons on a long, red coat, funny hat, gloves, standing guard at the portal to some obscenely expensive building where people would look at me funny for Not Belonging. Or wait. No. A door man could also be a man made out of a door. A two-sided kind of a person. Or it could be a person you have to go through to get where  you want to go…which, basically ANY man in a woman’s life. Now I’m thinking of those game where some guy is standing in the middle of wherever, with a light shining down, and you have to interact with them to get something. They’re all doormen.

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October words: I want to draw, but all I have are letters.

I guess I could call it Wordtober. The House Migration Adventure is winding down, but getting re-settled into my creative brainspace is a challenge. The idea of quick daily sketches to warm up the creative juices has a powerful appeal…but I don’t draw.  And experience has proven (alas) that most writing exercises either bore me to distraction,  or they bog me down and exhaust my limited concentration reserves.

Word sketches, though–those work for me. So. Every day this October, I’m doing 3-minute free-writing sessions on randomly generated words.  I’ve done several already (and I am unreasonably proud of keeping up the discipline 3 whole days in a row…)  but I was too busy/exhausted/unmotivated to format & tag a draft this post and get them posted until now.

Here’s the month’s first random act of typing

October 1. Obscurity.

Hoo, boy. That’s a word to drag a shiver of fear across any creative’s skin. Under the skin. Obscured, in the dark, unknown, lost and unseen.  Hidden, secrets, nothing but secrets and being forgotten and being overlooked. I keep coming back to being unSEEn, but what about unheard? That’s a kind of obscurity too. Erasure, even. Like words I can’t quite remember, or a song on the tip of my tongue that isn’t there any more. Lost to obscuriy, hidden behind the debris of everyday life. Buried. Dead and gone and no one even notices. That’s obscurity. Ugh.

Stay tuned or tune out, there will be more.