Most of my social media posts this week focused on Dr. Seuss. He was one of my favorite authors as a child, and that hasn’t changed now that I’m an adult. (Maybe I’m just a kid at heart.)
Now, I know there is no emulating the master himself, but in honor of Dr. Seuss (his birthday is March 2, so I’ve devoted the week to him) I’ve written a Seuss-style story for writers. If he’s watching from the great beyond, I hope he takes it in the spirit it was intended—a tribute, not a poor imitation. (I hope you take it that way, too.)
Without further ado…
The Town of Aycan
I look out my window at the Land of Aycant,
watch the breeze blow the leaves of each ideaolous plant.
Scrubazou in the shower, comb through my hair,
dress in my casual no-one-cares wear.
I sit with my laptop, stare at the blank screen.
Wonder how to make readers see what I’ve seen.
Words like magnanimous, odoriferous, vile,
capricious, benevolent, svelte, and beguile
tumble and flumble through my overtaxed brain.
But my efforts to use them all end up in vain.
My mind’s all snurf-agled, my thoughts ramble-ringers.
My stories can’t get from my head through my fingers.
That’s life in the frustrating Land of Aycant.
Lots and lots of ideas, but progress is scant.
The ideaolous plants are in full bloom and bud,
but the ideas won’t translate; every draft is a dud.
I glance at the map, plot a courseous course,
and climb on the back of my horsious horse.
He gallops and gimbles and follows my plan,
doesn’t stop till we get to the town of Aycan.
We trot right through the streets to the heart of Town Square.
I clamber off the saddle, rejoice that I’m there.
Open my laptop, start tapping the keys…
Writing my stories is now such a breeze.
Words flow freely, great plotacular plots,
world-building words, character dialogue and thoughts.
All it took was one little attitude fix,
and now I have access to my whole bag of tricks.
When inspiration is gone and you have no worthy plan,
take a successfulous trip to the Town of Aycan.
Rest in Peace, Dr. Seuss. You are missed.