Just like my English, my photography is that little bit wrong. And that’s what saves me.
Damn! I just realised that after eight years and six free blogs, WordPress has reduced my free upload space from 3 GB to 500 MB! Thanks for nothing!! I started this blog in August and am at 100% already. And how can you limit visits to 10,000 per month?? I can only wish it was an April 1st joke, but nothing about capitalism is.
Now it’s a few hours later and the error has been clarified (read about it here if interested). Even though our blogs say that the upload storage is full, the 500 MB limit only applies to newly opened blogs! For the existing ones it’s still 3 GB, just the display is wrong. They will fix it. Pheeeew! (The capitalist part stands though.)
So for now we are still here, and this is Day One of NaPoWriMo 2022 and its first prompt:
Prompt 1: “Write your own prose poem that, whatever title you choose to give it, is a story about the body. The poem should contain an encounter between two people, some spoken language, and at least one crisp visual image.“
Prose poem so soon! I made mine a drabble, of exactly 100 words (without the title). I hope to publish a book of them one day. Also, it’s a true one, just how I like them.
Operating body I’m lying belly down on the surgery table. My tail is being amputated. It’s enough that they are taking your tail, but then they don’t even put you under for it. I bet they would if I were a dog. Actually, it’s just some hairs growing in the wrong direction (that is, on the inside) but I like “tail” better. So I can hear everything. The surgeon asks the nurse: “Where is it from? Because it can’t drive like this.” Years pass and the surgeon dies in the mountains for his political conviction. He leaned too much to the right.
In photos, examples of my framing for Friendly Friday challenge and Sarah. Slightly off? Good this way.
For Friendly Friday Challenge hosted by Sarah at Travel with me: Framing your subject
This day in my NaPoWriMo history
2018: April 1st
Every full moon
I meet other beasts.
The next morning
I wash my hair.
2019: How to take a photo
You need magic all around
and eyes to see it,
the camera comes last.
2021: Jazz, she scoffs
that one line.
That one line is a constant.
Find your constant
in the sea of
and stick to it. (Read all.)
This day in my blogging history