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At least I've got the alliteration thing down, right?
Anyway, the 23rd is the day for this month's Disability Blog carnival; the submission deadline is the 20th. The theme is "Birthdays, anniversaries, and other days of commemoration."
The announcement of that theme is what inspired me to write If my grief over Mother's Death were a person.
And then, yesterday, the post where the blog entries to the carnival will be posted goes up, with this bit of writers' guidelines from the curator:
Quote:
"...let's give the lie to the fact that we in the disability community live lives of quiet sorrow and tragedy. Let's make it clear that we are a raucous group of people who can party with the best of them."
Unquote.
And suddenly, my memorial poem of grief seems a lot less appropriate (understatement of 2012? quite possibly).
The thing is, I still really want to contribute something. But the truth is, although I celebrate many things, inside my own head... I really have become socially isolated over recent years -- at least in "meat-space," as some people call it. Looking in from the outside, it really does look like my life is lonely and sad -- except for the Art Garden, I haven't actually been to a party with a group of people in almost ten years.
(And after this year, there will be no more Art Gardens). *cries*
But I still do "celebrate" -- just not in a way that you'll see defined in the dictionary. I mean, could![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
naarmamo be considered a "celebration?" How about NaNoWriMo? [see footnote #1]
How about the pro-fun hoedowns? Those were pretty raucous parties, even if they only existed in our collective imaginations [See footnote #2]... And the muses know (even/especially the muses we "invented" for our stories) I've laughed out loud so much during the span of those dance parties, my stomach hurt and I felt dizzy at times -- I don't drink alcohol, but I sometimes wonder if I get just as drunk on laughter itself, as other folk get on booze.
Maybe it would be good for me to write to my strengths, and wax philosophical, like I did in this post from almost nine years ago (?): The True Meaning of the Season (for this wacky Pagan, anyway)
Anyway, I can't make up my mind about this, and I have less then ten days to decide (five would be better, so I could have five for the actual writing / making (if I decide to do art and/or a video along with a written piece)
So... Halp?
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Footnote #1: Speaking of, when I went to the site to grab the url, it reminded me that I haven't come up with a novel idea, yet... I'm actually thinking of recycling a couple of old Script Frenzy! ideas, but I can't decide between them... or if I want to do either or come up with something new... And actually, this is getting too long for a footnote, and should be its own post.
Footnote #2: Hey, fellow past Hoedowners! I'm thinking maybe of trying to gear up for at least one more pro-fun troll gathering for the 2013 Doctor Who Fiftieth... does that appeal to anyone else? (kind of hard to do a hoedown alone)...
Anyway, the 23rd is the day for this month's Disability Blog carnival; the submission deadline is the 20th. The theme is "Birthdays, anniversaries, and other days of commemoration."
The announcement of that theme is what inspired me to write If my grief over Mother's Death were a person.
And then, yesterday, the post where the blog entries to the carnival will be posted goes up, with this bit of writers' guidelines from the curator:
Quote:
"...let's give the lie to the fact that we in the disability community live lives of quiet sorrow and tragedy. Let's make it clear that we are a raucous group of people who can party with the best of them."
Unquote.
And suddenly, my memorial poem of grief seems a lot less appropriate (understatement of 2012? quite possibly).
The thing is, I still really want to contribute something. But the truth is, although I celebrate many things, inside my own head... I really have become socially isolated over recent years -- at least in "meat-space," as some people call it. Looking in from the outside, it really does look like my life is lonely and sad -- except for the Art Garden, I haven't actually been to a party with a group of people in almost ten years.
(And after this year, there will be no more Art Gardens). *cries*
But I still do "celebrate" -- just not in a way that you'll see defined in the dictionary. I mean, could
naarmamo be considered a "celebration?" How about NaNoWriMo? [see footnote #1]How about the pro-fun hoedowns? Those were pretty raucous parties, even if they only existed in our collective imaginations [See footnote #2]... And the muses know (even/especially the muses we "invented" for our stories) I've laughed out loud so much during the span of those dance parties, my stomach hurt and I felt dizzy at times -- I don't drink alcohol, but I sometimes wonder if I get just as drunk on laughter itself, as other folk get on booze.
Maybe it would be good for me to write to my strengths, and wax philosophical, like I did in this post from almost nine years ago (?): The True Meaning of the Season (for this wacky Pagan, anyway)
Anyway, I can't make up my mind about this, and I have less then ten days to decide (five would be better, so I could have five for the actual writing / making (if I decide to do art and/or a video along with a written piece)
So... Halp?
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Footnote #1: Speaking of, when I went to the site to grab the url, it reminded me that I haven't come up with a novel idea, yet... I'm actually thinking of recycling a couple of old Script Frenzy! ideas, but I can't decide between them... or if I want to do either or come up with something new... And actually, this is getting too long for a footnote, and should be its own post.
Footnote #2: Hey, fellow past Hoedowners! I'm thinking maybe of trying to gear up for at least one more pro-fun troll gathering for the 2013 Doctor Who Fiftieth... does that appeal to anyone else? (kind of hard to do a hoedown alone)...
