BLOG SOUP

Thank you to my blogging buddy extraordinaire Jan Hasak for asking me to participate in a world-wide "Blog Tour" that asks four simple questions to reveal the essence of why and how we write. I am honored to participate from Southern California.

It's fascinating to see how each blogger answers the same four questions. Read what Jan has to say about her writing process on her insightful blog, Mourning Has Broken. 

Besides answering the queries, the best part of the Blog Tour is that each participant gets to pick two bloggers to continue the Tour! (To find out who I am passing my Blog Tour baton to, keep reading.)

Here are my answers to the four Blog Tour questions...

CAPTIVATING CANCER'S CAPTIVATING CANCER

I skipped Day 20 yesterday of the WEGO Health Activist Writer's Month Challenge (I'm allowed two "get out of writing" passes). But today's exercise (Day #21) is wild and wacky and I couldn't wait to try it! (It's one of my favorites of the writing challenge thus far.) We were told to log on to Madlibs, fill in the requested parts of speech, then generate a poem from it. It's trippy! Mine came out in the rhythm of Sylvia Plath. Check it out!
 
CAPTIVATING CANCER'S CAPTIVATING CANCER
By Renn and Sylvia Plath
 
I chew my sweaters and all the moon clashes in darkness; 
I argue my Rockefellers and all is understand again.
(I gnaw and separate you up inside my hammer.)

The woods go fretting about in a mindful crawl,
And reclaim societies that identify within.
I justify my violet and all the companion trains each afternoon.

A liar improves from the ledge, but the screenplay's mountain justifies,
And dominates gold and silver's river:
I justify my violet and all the companion trains each afternoon.

I imagine you believed the way you swindle,
But I congratulate your twisted mind and struggle with your difference.
(I gnaw and separate you up inside my hammer.)

I should have believed a ghost instead;
At least when laughter begins, they deploy back again.
I justify my violet and all the companion trains each afternoon.
(I gnaw and separate you up inside my hammer.) 

I chew my dreams as the moon clashes darkness;
I argue my Rockefellers and all is gnawing again.
(I understand I believe you up inside my society.)

The woods go fretting about in mindful alarm,
And reclaim relief identifying within:
I justify my violet and all the companion trains each afternoon.

I dreamt that you cried me into surgery
And flew me steady, giving me quite a crawl.
(I understand I believe you up inside my society.)

The screenplay improves from the ledge, and the liar's mountain justifies:
dominating gold and silver rivers:
I justify my violet and all the companion trains each afternoon.

I wish you'd crash the way you swindle, But I congratulate your twisted mind and struggle with your difference. (I understand I believe you up inside my society.)

I should have believed a liar instead; At least when laughter begins, they deploy back again. I justify my violet and all the companion trains each afternoon.
(I understand I believe you up inside my society.)

PATH TO THE REPORT

Let's talk food and conversation post-surgery — specifically, food delivery by friends and family while a patient (that would be me) is recovering. 

The people, they come with the meals. As in, they bring over the food, they sit down and they eat it with us. 

Perhaps this is peculiar to my circle of loved ones; my family lives thousands of miles away, and two out of my three siblings (plus my sister-in-law) have traveled to see me post-surgery. My husband has taken off work to take care of me, so I don't really need (or want) anyone staying at my house. Lucky for me, they all stay with my Mom.

But let's get back to mealtime...