First things first: What is a Friday Challenge? This is a challenge issued by Jan at her blog, Crazy Jane, to inspire creativity and thought in her readership. The challenges range from the goofy to the profound and no I won't tell you which is which because I'm sure it is subjective.
A Month of Fridays: If you go to my side bar and look under my list of labels you will see Friday Challenge has 30 listings To celebrate a month of Fridays I thought I should do something different. I'm going to have a contest! To enter this contest you need to have done ONE of the challenges - explain why you did that one or why you've chosen that one out of the 29 you've done and make a comment including the challenge, why you chose it and what you produced, thought or did in response to it.
I chose assignment: grab an old song out of the air and free fall with it - let yourself go for the pure joy of it - riff until you're quite done. There. Good.
I chose it because: I love doing free falls and it was helpful in my writing life to practice the kind of bravery which comes from doing an emotional free fall.
What I did: the song I chose was Summer Time.
Are you sitting quietly thinking - oh, I best not stroke that nostalgic old beast that can live quite quietly thank you very much. I don't need to think about hot sultry nights when we'd all gather in the hotel and one of the women would start to sing summmer summmmmmmer tiiiiiiiiime and we'd be sort of boozily freaked maybe but still all was forgiveable wasn't it? And maybe we'd worked that day and maybe we'd wobbled instead because there wasn't any apple pie in the cook hall and anyway fire season was nearly upon us and we'd be out of work soon enough. The geo-duckers were due in town shortly with their great amounts of money and good dope and cool good looks - clean to the loggers' patina of sweat and dirt and tan. Then we'd all party. We'd all party at the hotel and play the jukebox and then wander down to someone's house and keep on partying. Someone would start some drama - some gal would kiss some other gal's fella and then the shit would fly. Or someone would dis some guy for not climbing the seniority ladder fast enough. But then we'd hear that song, 'and the living is eaaaaaasy' and we'd remember that these are the days, yes these are the days.
How to Win: I will take the names of all who enter and put them in a big straw hat. One of the chickens will pluck out the winning entry.
What do You Win?: The winner will win a photo of mine that they choose from all those on my site. I will process and mail you a print in a nice fat size even if you live in say, India. There. I will also post as many as seems good if you say that I can!
And here are some pictures of a farm that I love because I want to get into the mooooooood!