4th Sunday for Writers Guild “Difficult” 3rd Sunday Write?

Well not really, actually. The Writers Guild “Third Sunday Write” prompts were on time, it’s just that I didn’t get around myself to looking for them until yesterday. And even then, the essay I wrote is disappointing (along with short, but I was wrestling a recalcitrant pen as well) but, it being ten days or something since the last entry here, I’ll share it anyway.

May in general, in fact, seems to be not that creative a month for others as well as me. COVID-19 fatigue? On the other hand, summer seems finally to be here, which is a nice thing. And there’s also cicadas — I saw the first yesterday, apparently resting on top of a wall in front of my house, me looking down at it with its little red eyes looking back up at me. And then — only then, when I recognized it for what it was — did I hear the buzzing from its more active companions from trees all around.

It didn’t seem as loud to me as what I remember from seventeen years back, but then maybe more are coming to join them even as I write this today. And — who knows? — June may come too as a month that is more creative, as well as cicada-filled!

Nevertheless, now is now. Here is the prompt I chose Saturday afternoon, #4 “How to meet the difficult…” And my title and essay:

MEETING THE DIFFICULT

It isn’t the how of the meeting, but why? The meeting is easy — the difficult meets YOU! It seeks you in shadows, in dank, hidden corners. It sneaks in on silent feet, as a cat to its prey, even perhaps purring its delight trapping you. Pouncing, unwanted, uncaring, not expected, always surprising you. Always disgusting, unkempt, terrifying — it lurks in the crevices. Always there anyhow, wanted or not.

So do not ask how the difficult can be met; ponder, instead, how it might be avoided!