Do you all remember the 1994 movie about a strange girl named Nell who seems to speak her own language? Liam Neeson finds her (Jodi Foster) living alone in a cabin somewhere in the beautiful backwoods of North Carolina. He is amused by her, befriends her and through his study we learn the reason for Nell’s unique dialect.
(Get/watch the movie here if you’re interested.)
So what does one topic have to do with the other? A couple of things. One, poetry (or NaPoWriMo) is like the movie Nell – most people love it or hate it and two, when I say NaPoWriMo I think of Nell. Sometimes I start waving like a tree in the wind with my arms extended as if they were branches; dancing uninhibited and speaking in Nellish, Tay ina win… inna t’ee inna way… T’ee an me an t’ee an me, Reesa, reesa, reesa me. Chicka, chicka, chickabee.
And then some killjoy disrupts me with a reality check:
Janna is not Nell, she is not a tree... and she has no rhythm.
Oh well: doana kee chickabee, NaPoWriMo mos owe stee tie. Two we main.
Translation: don’t cry chickadee baby, National Poetry Writing Month is almost over – or you still have time. Two weeks remain.
* Getting Me Back (The Voices Within) released this month and is available in digital or paperback. AND as a small token of my appreciation I have arranged for Clan Destiny Book I and Book II to be available without charge via Kindle April 14th and 15th. An honest review would not hurt my feelings. 😉
Tune in next week for more #NPM.