So much for doing this Pomodoro Penwoman thing every day. Oh well, best laid plans and good intentions and all that. I'm writing again today! Whatever I want! I have been writing. I feel the need to defend myself. I've been writing with my NaNoWriMo club and have over 2,000 words, which feels good. I also took a "Prompts for Poets" class a couple days ago through the public library, which was wonderful. It makes me want to try some more poetry. I told someone once that writing poetry was like an ambulance for me. If I was writing poetry, I was in a crisis. It doesn't have to be that way. And I think it would be fun to enter the Dakota County Library Poetry Contest. Just to try it. I'm always encouraging my students to enter, but I've never done it myself. So that's what I'm going to use this Pomodoro for. A poem. Or several. Let's see! I'm not sure what feeling I want to describe yet. I think...
So...I'm going to write about The Spice Girls. At least until something else comes along. Yesterday's post was kind of rough and I just want to write about something silly and mindless...and well...we'll see how that goes. It all started with this hilariously awesome music video: Now, I love basically everything that Postmodern Jukebox does. It's nerdy in the exact kind of way that appeals to me. Expert musicians recreating music from an older era with covers of modern songs, fusing them in ways that really shouldn't work, but somehow totally do. Mostly because of their incredible skill and musicianship. It's amazing. And it probably makes me a hipster to think that. Well, so be it. Good things are good and I like them. But, it occurred to me while I was watching this music video that I don't think I've ever actually seen the real Spice Girls "Wannabe" music video. Now, this isn't super surprising. Wannabe was released in 1996 when ...