Writing against the tide,

without a paddle.

There are a few days I simply don't know what to write about.  Today is one of them.  Frankie is behaving herself, my furry creatures are not making unnecessary demands on me, and even I am in a state of contentment...na, I'm simply bored.  My mind is a blank slate.

Several years ago I took an on-line class called "Writeriffic".  Eva Shaw, was our wonderful instructor.  One of the lessons she gave us was to choose a color and write something about it.  Oh, the students wrote wonderful pieces, full of emotional color.  Seriously, they were beautiful, I enjoyed every single one.

However...ooohhh, you all know me so well, my mind went in a totally different direction.  So, since my caffeine high has not kicked in this morning, I decided to dig into my past creations and share this assignment from my "Writeriffic" class.

Purple Funk

 

By Sandra Ann Hiller 

 

Purple Funk, that’s me.  Not the razzle dazzle, pop-out your eyeballs, plum, orchid or mulberry

purple, much less February’s birthstone Amethyst.

But, the ominous cloud, blinding lightening and horrendous thunder, eventual deluge, Prussian Purple.

The color of that black and blue mark, two days after the nasty run-in you had walking into the

Edge of the coffee table, and your shin swells up like a tennis ball.

 

That’s me; Prussian Purple and I give you Purple Funk.

 

You do remember Prussian Purple, the purple that nobody ever used...for anything? I never got broken, and was always the last one in the box: Prussian Purple. They don’t even make me anymore.

 

One look at me and you know you’re going to have one heck of a bad hair day. 

 

I make you snarl at the bus driver,

Break the heel on your favorite pair of peep-toe, sling-back pumps,

Spill coffee on your cashmere sweater,

Splatter puddle water on your silk skirt,

Be ten minutes late for the most important meeting of your life,

Laughing in your face, ‘cause your boyfriend’s going to leave your for your very best friend,

Personal Purple Funk.

Woooo, that felt good!

Now, if you have any doubts, I’ll make your soup cold, and your ham sandwich hot, go ahead,

Leave them in your parked car, but decide to eat them anyway Purple lunch,

And I'll show you what Funk is really all about.

 

We have a saying our house that when things don’t go right and you got out of the bed

On the wrong side, you’re having a Purple Funk day.

 

God knows we’ve all had one from time to time.

 

 

Oh, I think I'm having one today!