I should probably post soon to update my life--and I should chronicle my Italy/Greece trip, since I didn't find time to keep up with my travel journal. But, this is an easy way to start, and a way to make sure I write something every day. It's not like I don't have the time...
So, with thanks to lilstarling...
Day 02 | Your favorite movie
Day 03 | Your favorite television program
Day 04 | Your favorite book
Day 05 | Your favorite quote
Day 06 | Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 07 | A photo that makes you happy
Day 08 | A photo that makes you angry/sad
Day 09 | A photo you took
Day 10 | A photo of you taken over ten years ago
Day 11 | A photo of you taken recently
Day 12 | Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 13 | A fictional book
Day 14 | A non-fictional book:
Day 15 | A fanfic
Day 16 | A song that makes you cry (or nearly)
Day 17 | An art piece (painting, drawing, sculpture, etc.)
Day 18 | Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 19 | A talent of yours
Day 20 | A hobby of yours
Day 21 | A recipe
Day 22 | A website
Day 23 | A YouTube video
Day 24 | Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 25 | Your day, in great detail
Day 26 | Your week, in great detail
Day 27 | This month, in great detail
Day 28 | This year, in great detail
Day 29 | Hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days
Day 30 | Whatever tickles your fancy
And...
Day 01 | Your favorite song
Ever since I can remember, I have been drawn to a very particular kind of music. I've been asked on more than one occasion if I were a Lesbian, so draw your own conclusions. I prefer to say that I listen to singer-songwriters who have something interesting to say. A lot of my musical tastes were formed by summers at Nature Camp, because this is where I was first exposed to most of my early favorites. Before camp, I'd been a rabid Monkees and Fleetwood Mac fan, so I had nowhere to go but up. Each night at Camp, we'd have an evening program preceded by sing-alongs while the counselors played guitar (or bass, or mandolin.) The Nature Camp songbook was very heavily folk--that's where I first heard the Indigo Girls' 'Closer to Fine' for example. The counselors shared these musical tastes, and if we were lucky, they'd play CDs back at the bunkhouse before bed. One summer, a counselor named Jaime played Bob Dylan's "Blood on the Tracks" pretty obsessively, and when it came time for talent show, Jaime played "Tangled up in Blue" for us. As soon as I heard that song, I needed to hear it again. There was something about the structure, something about the multiple narrators, and something about chords that drew me in, and I never wanted to leave. The rest of that album is brilliant, as anyone will tell you. I highly recommend you find Neko Case's cover of "Buckets of Rain," but the first track was and will always be my favorite. I think it was in Junior year of high school that I stole a few lines from "Tangled" to start an essay. I have no idea what the rest of the essay was about, but I'll always remember my teacher's comments:
"This intro is really fantastic--deep and evocative. The rest of the essay is trite--clearly, you can do better."