"Compose thyself!" she muttered quietly, and tried to stop her fingers from jumping madly all over the computer keyboard.
"If you insist on composing without thinking, you will be left with only little tatters of dependent clauses, all leaning haphazardly against one weak verb-subject frame. Is it then so important that you get the prompt pounded and stretched and shaped into some semblance of a blog entry before you go to work? It's Friday. It's five o'clock in the morning. Most people are sleeping. Or drinking coffee with brown sugar and hazelnut creamer and slowly coming to grips with the reality of the day."
But I see the situation looks hopeless. If I were a gardener I'd be hacking at the soil to make a soft spot, planting new lilacs, burying them snuggly between the roots of last years decomposing wild roses; if I were a cook, I'd be sprinkling garlic salt onto an omelet, composed of golden eggs, green bell peppers, and sweet, yellow onions; if a musician, composing, with narrow intensity, one smile-giving, newborn motif, walking it up and down the piano keys, feeling where it finds the freedom to break out into forte. Instead I spew forth words, no matter that my composition will only be fit for the compost, food for tomorrows posts.
Composer, compose thyself."
The Sunday Scribblings Prompt was "Compose"
17 comments:
It is what we do.
And so frustrating some times. But even that can be marvellous.
Ah, my sentiments last week. :)
This brought a smile to my face - not the compost my dear, unless left there to fertilize richers ideas! ;)
To the compost as fertilized...that's a great way to think of it. Since most of my ideas end in that great pit, it gives me hope.
Ha! Why do you think we all wake up early on Friday morning? Only now it's Friday afternoon and I have just whipped my post into more or less the shape of this week's prompt.
Your post is cleverly worded, as usual.
Delightful...and I love "composer, compose thyself"!!
Oh, but this post is not fit for "compost". That final paragraph is wonderful indeed - a truly great composition.
Wow, your images pop! Very fresh! Really, it's prose poetry!
Brilliant! Just how I feel. And you type with more than one finger! That is impressive.
i am guilty... i often send myself into an absolute panic trying to perfect something before i walk out the door... great post!!
Not fit for the compost, this is too good.
Ah! The compost is food for growing thoughts and creations!
I can totally relate to the frustrations you touch on....writing can be a big wrestling match!
Made me happy. Made me laugh. keep mixing those words.
Wow, great writing!
What a great composition! And definitely not for the compost!!! Well done.
Very creative and I loved that last line. Nothing for the compost here! ;)
I'm laughing - you write so well - love the omelet composition and the composting comparisons. Wonderful!
Great use of comparison to other things like gardening, cooking, etc...definitely not for the compost!
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