I responded almost immediately that I did, which isn't the first odd thing I've done in the past two months, but by far the most important. Since this was for the association I've only been a part of for a short time, and an association I haven't yet written anything for, I took myself outside for a while to ponder the rationale about volunteering for such a project.
But then I thought, screw it. What the hell...I could do this.
So I started scratching out a poem and teaching myself watercolor. The poem took me ages to finish. I rewrote and rewrote more than I've ever edited anything in my life. The paintings I wasn't so worried about. I knew they'd look silly, but that was the point. This was a poem for children, about flying. The words were what was important.
In the end, I'm very happy I did this. I'm contemplating sending in the story to an editor to see if it would make a good children's book. I'd love to see the illustrations someone could think up.
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| Sorry this is so small. I'll post the poem someday on another page. In the meantime enjoy...if you've got supervision, or the power of zoom. |
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