December despair.
Dark, drizzly, dreary days.
Damned doubts.
Depression.
Doom.
Death.
That is my happy sestet for the day. A friend suggested that I write a sonnet about the word “Frowsy” without actually using the word, but I’m just not up for it. Bitching about December using only “D” words is much easier. I really need to come up with a decent topic to write about in this blog. Maybe I’ll start taking the suggestions (lame as they are) from the “Post-A-Day” groups. To keep it interesting, I guess, I could also use a “Word-A-Day” system and try to work the daily words into the daily post topics.
Something to try in January.
What might be more interesting is to do both of the above exercises while also trying to keep a coherent narrative going.
Yeah. That was like an “Aha!” moment right there. Beginning next week, I shall endeavor to use strange words and boring topics to create a work of fictional genius.
Need some character names, though.