$400 at stake for three rounds of Slam. My scores in round one: a "nine," an "eight," and (wait for it...) a "one." I am eliminated in the company of friends and artists who understand all too well that life isn't always how one person sees it. Why a one, you ask? (Because I used that word.) But would I do it again? In a hot second, yes!
For all of us who believe there is not one way. One genre. One spirit. One answer. Or even one question. This blog is for the writer before she was so, as well as for the reader who defies her expectations every time: it is for the poets, satirists, fiction writers, essayists, diarists, and ancient word wanderers; this blog is for the infinitely unwritten. To each, a celebration. A celebration to all.