A few weeks ago, I signed up for April’s daily poem challenge led by Found Poetry Review.
It hasn’t even started yet and I gotta say I’m wildly impressed with their energy, and that of my fellow scouts (as they’ve dubbed us).
In the last week or so, the scoutmasters kicked off a ton of activity in a private Facebook group—inviting us to introduce ourselves, posting tricked out Google calendars and other useful files and links (including the logo above), creating holding tanks for threaded discussions about each challenge.
And the participants are all about it. They’re already trading ideas, probing the detail and nuance of the rules, collecting source texts and posting photos of same, contemplating turning their month’s worth of output into chapbooks.
Some have taken advantage of the permission we were granted to start early and are already writing blackout and erasure poems to have at the ready when those challenges are released.
A total slacker by comparison, I like to think I’m saving up my energy for when the starting gun fires on April 1. Maybe this is wisdom. Maybe I’m more of an introvert than I thought. Maybe there are other scouts with day jobs, kids, and other goals who are doing what I’m doing.
Maybe it comes down to what I want out of this marathon—to see if I can carve out writing time every day for a month. See, it’s the novelty of each assignment that I think will pull me through, keep it from feeling like the slog I’ve always seen poem-a-day challenges to be.
Here’s hoping my own inverse psychology is sound, that my self-editor will be fooled into hushing her mouth while I write (or rather find) a score and a half poems.
And that my fellow PoMo Scouts will forgive me for sitting in the dark corner of their digital parlor while I do it.