My NaPoWriMo love affair

NaPoWriMo, forgive me. I love you deeply, madly, but I wish you were yesterday. I dream of sci-fi novels while you twist your literary lines around my fingers, jealous and cold. Your spare imagery no longer makes me shiver with anticipation. Instead, I have been sneaking sentences of prose: outlines, plots, characters trapped on alien planets. I know you suspect. I’ve been making excuses: oh, just another minute on Twitter. Five more on Facebook. Its just—your reckless alliteration has grown wearisome. Your line-breaks are sharp as thorns.

One spring, when I was young, for a whole month I snuck a teaspoonful of sugar after school while my mom was at work. The first two or three days: oh, such sweetness! My fifth grade fingers tingled with anticipation each time I snuck into the kitchen, certain I would be caught but so desperate for that sugary goodness I couldn’t stop. I loved biting at the stuff. Once I even put some in water and drank it like candy, but strangely, by day fourteen, the granules stuck in my throat. I tried sprinkling it on toast. On grapefruit. It just wasn’t the same. NaPoWriMo, you are sugar stuck in my mouth, bittersweet. Addictive. Can I handle sixteen more days of you?

I want to break your heart.

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3 thoughts on “My NaPoWriMo love affair

  1. I am fascinated by your relationship with "the heart" in much of your poetry and in this post, since your use of the cliche "break the heart" does not even sound cliche — so amazing. Also, I really relate to the sneaking of sugar, as I did the same thing, and go through similar phases today, of excesses that are so sweet, followed by passionate aversion as part of that love, as I move on to new experiments in my creativity; I am so grateful that this does not happen in my love relationships!!!! Thank you for sharing this.

  2. i, I think my fascination with "heart" stems from my desire to write poetry that moves people. In turn, this leads easily to cliche: what have poets been writing about for centuries? Love, pain, grief, etc. My challenge is to continually find an original way of talking about these things without dropping too deeply into cliche. I think sometimes I succeed and sometimes I don't.Thank you so much for reading and for your thoughtful comment!

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