Greetings, word lovers.
So… for
some strange reason, which has nothing to do with the chemo-perimenopause-double
whammy currently fogging my brain, I was totally sure that today was April
2nd. I must spend some time figuring out how this happened. I hope
it’s case of calendar vandals or time travel, because the alternative involves wild
hot flashes and mood swings. And who wants that? Hm, maybe April—since I’ve
heard it has quite the poetic mean streak.
While we are on the topic of poetic cruelty and other wonders, for today’s optional prompt, I invite you to find inspiration in the first line of T.S. Eliot’s The Waste Land: “April is the cruellest month”.
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next week,
we will invite you to write about the first or last time you did/experienced
something memorable (it can be a small thing or a big thing).
