From what I’ve observed, May has either been a very good month to people,or a very bad one.In my personal life alone I feel that everything has waited until May to reach a peak level of ‘particularly bad’. For the general population, it has definitely been a busy (or hectic) one. For people in education, certainly this month is a hellscape of exams, deadlines and studying, but somehow even after graduation it manages to leave a lingering need to be rushing to things.
Given the fact I thought the world was supposed to be ending during March, the chaos brought into the world during April should have me digging my grave right now. Except I’m a little bit past that stage now and I’m desperately hoping we can turn this car around before we hit the metaphorical wall. In my idealistic, unlikely dream-world this happens in June and the rest of the year becomes a lovely sunny paradise.
Does anyone else feel like the world should have ended by now?
Or perhaps if I were to really cling to the singular noun: doorway. Or, effect. Unfortunately neither of those make for particularly interesting or exciting titles, nor very accurate ones to what I wanted to talk about. So please bear with the Words of the Month this time.
I’m sure everyone at some point in their life has walked into a room with some intention of doing something, only to completely forget once they were there. Or opened a tab on their browser and forgotten what they were going to look up. Or unlocked their phone on impulse of doing something only to stare blankly at their background and assorted apps wondering what it was they were about to do. This phenomenon is known as the Doorway Effect, and it took me over a year to successfully look it up without forgetting what I was looking up in the first place. It then took leaving the month for me to actually remember to write about it. Oops.
“Sutor, ne ultra crepidam“
I first came across this word in the ‘Words to Impress’ chapter of The Daring Book for Girls by Andrew Buchanan and Mirian Pesowitz. Knowing that there was a word for the behaviour I executed whilst writing my essays, I felt a little more secure in the world.
I wrote this originally for a Halloween creative writing competition.
I wrapped my scarf a little tighter around my face and fumbled, fingertips stinging from the late-autumn air, with the keys in my hand. The cold metal made my hand stiff as I wrestled to lock the doors. It was a particularly chilly Halloween night and I was locking up the vets for the night. Before I could get the key to turn properly, a small hand pulled on my sleeve.
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This is usually a performance piece, presented as a piece of stand-up or a joke. It falls into a category of surreal humour and wordplay that works best when said aloud.
Started experimenting with syllables and wrote a few short poems where each line had one less syllable.