[Originally, I wanted to title this post differently. A clever (to me) title surfaced this morning just as I awoke. I repeated it several times. Actually, 15.
I’d hoped I would remember. (And unfortunately I’d placed my little notebook across the room on our dresser. And I was too lazy to walk over to retrieve it.) But in less than 2 minutes, it was gone. I couldn’t even remember the first word. That’s menopause at 39. For me, anyway. And I’m going through menopause because of the Lynch Syndrome.
This morning, I flipped the middle finger to Lynch Syndrome. Give me back my damn brain, you mother f*cker.
On an upside, all the mental somersaulting has inspired me to write more and let out what is inside me. I’ve been writing poetry and flash fiction — some of it I have shared here on my blog.
I’ve been turning over an idea for a poem about glass. Specifically, a glass lady.
And when I begin throwing down the clay for a piece of writing, I read more. Right now, I am reading (online) as much as I can regarding glass. I am adding as many words into my vocabulary related to glass so that I can play around with them later.
Then I spin.
(That’s my process.)
Here is what I have so far:
- “Glass is a non-crystalline amorphous solid that is often transparent”
- “…glass is usually annealed for the removal of stresses.”
- “…the disordered (amorphous) quality…”
- “Glass is a state of matter. It is a solid produced by cooling molten material so that the internal arrangement of atoms, or molecules, remains in a random or disordered state, similar to the arrangement in a liquid. Such a solid is said to be amorphous or glassy. Ordinary solids, by contrast, have regular crystalline structures. The difference is illustrated in Figure 1.”
[As for Lynch Syndrome: I am grateful for what I still have, and I am learning to honor what I have lost.]
[In response to the Daily Prompt: Clumsy]