A little context first, though:
Day before yesterday, tens of thousands of ordinary people all over the world -- people just like you, with jobs and school and kids and everything -- started writing novels which they will break their necks to finish by midnight on November 30. Why? Because November is National Novel Writing Month. No joke. That's NaNoWriMo to the hip and groovy.
(No, we're not daring you to write a novel. Keep reading. Although, if you did, nobody would cheer you on with more gusto than your Beehive pals.)
Turns out, this NaNoWriMo thing is huge, a swelling grass-roots phenomenon started just a few years ago -- quite by accident -- by a twenty-something California dude who was just feeling a little lonely at his laptop. See, he always wanted to write a novel, but he knew he'd never do it without some camaraderie and a kick in the proverbial pants.
So... he challenged all his friends to write a novel in one month. Goal: 50, 000 words, 176 pages -- about 6 pages a day. To his surprise, his friends -- and what a fantastic pack of pals they must be -- took him up on it. Got way into it, even. Several of them even finished. They threw a big party and wore silly paper crowns.
The following year, this thing somehow caught a big gust of wind through yahoogroups and blogs, and it pretty much exploded. NPR did a story, and now it's just out of control. The party is now held in a warehouse and people fly in from all over for it, with their 176 pages in tow, to collect their
Quality is not the issue here; finishing is. This is no-holds-barred writing with your hair on fire-- whatever comes to mind next is what you write.
Now, the thought of thousands of people freely writing at torpedo speed all around the world every day this month just lights my fire. I wish I were deranged enough to try it, but I just checked my schedule and wouldn't you know it, I already had plans to have fun this month.
But poetry... hey, that I could try. And still have fun.
I've always wondered what sort of poetry I would write if I just went at it wide open, breakneck speed, like a buffalo stampede. But I'm always too chicken to get out of my own way and just cut loose with the verbage in my head. I mean... yikes.
But I did it. Just now. Just to see what would happen, no other reason. Heh heh. I took the brakes off my brain and just wrote what flew through my head, no arguing, no negotiating. Wow. That was fun.
So I challenged Beatrice and Fa to try it. Being good sports, they hit the gas without checking their rear view mirrors. It took about four minutes.
Now we want to do it again. We might even do it every day this month, who knows? Would you join us if we did? I figure if we write 20-30 poems by December, a few of them might even turn out okay. Which is really not the point, but still. You just never know unless...
Come on, admit it. You want to try it. So open a new screen, and just start typing. If at least five people post their creations in the comments, we'll post ours.