Quarantine Project Day 33
Got my mojo back today, as they say in some parts, and broke the 2K happy line. I have only a vague idea what a mojo is. It's certainly American, or African-American, and probably voodoo, but I'm glad I got it after the trials of the previous day, and I'd quite like to hang on to it.
'Mr Joyce, thit is an Amiricinsm,' as my English teacher used to say, 'and in my class an Amiricinism is an affectation up with which I shall not put.' I went to a large comprehensive school and this drip had been to
Even today I have to suggest to students to break free of the spiritually dead conformist bureaucratic English prose that would get you high marks at school or college but which suffocate literature. Thankfully the informal and exuberant constructions of American literature showed the way even back then, when I was probably trying to import language from American super-hero comics into my essays.
So I looked at why yesterday's work was so stiff and I could see it was choked with formality. Once I'd spotted that it was... mojo rising.
Not only that but from sweet informality my title came to me. What is it? Sorry, can't tell you. But I'll tell you this: 2083 words today.
(For yesterday's blog in the Quarantine Project click on "achives")
