We’ve finally arrived at Z and the end of this round of Missing Letter Mondays. Technically I believe I started with Z, and I may have skipped a letter or two along the way, but for all intents and purposes let’s say we’re through to the other side.
I’ve covered dogs and kids and other random subject matter. For my Z-less post, let’s look back at the series.
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Writing for Missing Letter Mondays has been a serious exercise in mental calisthenics.
How to choose a topic that’s interesting but not impossible to write about without stumbling into the banned letter over and over again. Searching diligently for alternative adjectives and verbs when I bump into the week’s pesky letter. Proofreading posts over and over again in a concentrated attempt to keep from screwing up. (I’m pretty sure it happened just the once, but I couldn’t swear to that.)
Once I settle on a subject then it’s off to the races…find a good starting point and begin free writing, skimming as I go to block that dreaded letter of the week from slipping into my post. Hitting the wall once, twice, three times in the first half alone, struggling to juggle my words without altering the message.
Certain weeks were harder than others. You’d think the vowels would be trickiest, but some of those consonants…G was shockingly difficult since it knocked all verbs ending with ing out of the running. The R was a bit rough, and as for S? Well, I simply threw in the towel for S, writing the post using *s. Because S?! Damn. My brain went on strike.
Some subjects covered in the series include advice for the kids, a list of irresistible temptations in my life, responses after opening an unusual gift, enabler parents, sports bras, and my Christmas true confession. (In the mood for something random? Click on the missing-letter-monday tag on the right side of your screen to go to the archives.)
I don’t know that I have a favorite, though the sports bra rant (no Q) ranks right up there. Possibly because of the number of times I’ve nearly strangled myself putting one on, wondering mid-struggle if I should program Siri to dial 911 if it registers sounds of duress. Knowing my luck, though, she’d end up summoning the police during a scuffle to wrestle something from Gracie’s mouth.
All in all it’s been a good ride. Thanks for hanging in there with me for some admittedly random Monday afternoons…