All aboard...

So, lost in the wilderness as I was, I have been plodding on foot for a while now and not stopping at the Poetry Bus stop.

But, in the spirit of quantity over quality that I have now embraced, I am striding purposefully to the side of the road, I am thrusting my hand out and demanding the bus screech to a halt and let me climb aboard.

I can't claim it's any good, but hey, at least I'm trying :)


This weeks task - set by Don't Feed the Pixies :

"As you may remember I set you all the task of rehabilitating road (or any other) signs that were just lounging about doing nothing. You could either:

1) Follow the sign and write something you saw at the other end
2) Merely imagine what might be at the other end and write about that
3) Find a new use for the word on the sign to explain something that currently has no word"


I decided to run with option one - except for the fact that the sign I had in mind is too far away for me to go and follow just now. We see it every time we head west to the in-laws - it's an ambition of mine to actually visit this town...

I give you...

Bumlin

Oh, tittering townland of Bumlin!
Co. Roscommon's hidden gem.
We snicker like naughty schoolboys
at the Wildean wit of it all.
A moniker of the posterior
How funny!
(How dull our little lives are)
One day I hope to stop, pay a visit
instead of passing, laughing, in the car.

All aboard...

So, lost in the wilderness as I was, I have been plodding on foot for a while now and not stopping at the Poetry Bus stop.

But, in the spirit of quantity over quality that I have now embraced, I am striding purposefully to the side of the road, I am thrusting my hand out and demanding the bus screech to a halt and let me climb aboard.

I can't claim it's any good, but hey, at least I'm trying :)


This weeks task - set by Don't Feed the Pixies :

"As you may remember I set you all the task of rehabilitating road (or any other) signs that were just lounging about doing nothing. You could either:

1) Follow the sign and write something you saw at the other end
2) Merely imagine what might be at the other end and write about that
3) Find a new use for the word on the sign to explain something that currently has no word"


I decided to run with option one - except for the fact that the sign I had in mind is too far away for me to go and follow just now. We see it every time we head west to the in-laws - it's an ambition of mine to actually visit this town...

I give you...

Bumlin

Oh, tittering townland of Bumlin!
Co. Roscommon's hidden gem.
We snicker like naughty schoolboys
at the Wildean wit of it all.
A moniker of the posterior
How funny!
(How dull our little lives are)
One day I hope to stop, pay a visit
instead of passing, laughing, in the car.

And in other news...

Hmm.

Still here.

Just with very little to say.

No change really there from the last five squillion blog posts of mine then.

So, why the silence?

No, I haven't fallen over again recently.

I have complete creative block. Not just the writers kind. There is nothing creative at all emanating from the Domestic Oub direction.

No doodles while I'm on the phone.

No tra-la-las in the shower.

No post modern existentialist mime while waiting for the bus.

What to do?

I tried being patient. I tried enticing the muse with a trail of jelly tots and a box propped on a stick.

No joy.

So, quite frankly, the plan now is to force it.

Hence this post.

I have nothing to say worth reading, but gosh darn it, I'm going to post this anyway.


Wish me luck.

And in other news...

Hmm.

Still here.

Just with very little to say.

No change really there from the last five squillion blog posts of mine then.

So, why the silence?

No, I haven't fallen over again recently.

I have complete creative block. Not just the writers kind. There is nothing creative at all emanating from the Domestic Oub direction.

No doodles while I'm on the phone.

No tra-la-las in the shower.

No post modern existentialist mime while waiting for the bus.

What to do?

I tried being patient. I tried enticing the muse with a trail of jelly tots and a box propped on a stick.

No joy.

So, quite frankly, the plan now is to force it.

Hence this post.

I have nothing to say worth reading, but gosh darn it, I'm going to post this anyway.


Wish me luck.