Yesterday I invited everybody to enter a few words into the Substack comments but those who tried to do so found it inoperable.
I promise you it wasn’t a trick!
Do expect coming entries to delve into the Trickster archetype since my current book in progress plays with that subject/preternatural force in an antic, dicey manner.
Still, it was no prank, simply my mistake - in keeping with the welcome mistakes of yesterday’s engagement in “Transformational Improvisations.”
And so here is my sorry not sorry celebration of mistakes and mishaps as improv for improved living in the raven guise of another tricky let’s take it from here “and”:
Insert Repetition with Regret
Today, once again - please try again- say yes, and follow one or more of yesterday’s prompts. Enter a few words into the Substack comments! I’d especially love to hear some colorful archaic expletives; and from this point on, let us all Inflect into Possible Worlds.
If you have an issues with the interface please feel free to reach out to me privately by replying to this email.
Many thanks to Genna Beth Davidson for bringing this problem to my attention.
Zasow! Winged wang! My fear is substantial. Not of death but of suspended animation. A clog not blogged? Nah. More a life not lifted. But even more, I fear the collective forgetting of the crunch of creativity of empathy of mystery is so musty to cause a stink amongst my sinew. Suspense. Blau! Pfftunktanktoof!
How audacious of you to write, TO INCITE!, "Tell me the greatness you’re afraid to see in yourself - because it’s a call to action." That greatness comes with much loneliness, as attested by Gertrude. I'm not afraid to be alone, and I'm not afraid of the dark, but I am afraid to be alone in the dark.