Six Magic Words

Okay, so I’ve been hearing about this Six-Word memoir thing-a-ma-jig, so I checked it out. Have you heard of it? I dare you to try it yourself. Never one to shrink from a challenge, I came up with six magic words of my own:

Slow to bud, but awesome blossom.

Then I thought, well that sort of encompasses my life, but not really. So I gave it another try:

Third time’s not a charm. Damn.

Says a lot about me — and quite accurately — but really doesn’t get me all the way there. So then I put my writer’s muse to work, and she came up with:

Shhh, not now. Mama’s writing smut.

Seemed to encompass the writing life fairly well, but there’s a whole other side of me that just wasn’t tapped. I thought, well what about:

Rebel mama, different drummer, humor me.

Okay, cryptic, but anyone who knows me will understand it and agree. More to the point is this one:

Still waiting for the big adventure.

Yeah, yeah. Who isn’t, right? There’s more to life than adventure – isn’t there? Please say yes. And what about love? Your one true, forever love? It’s what I’ve always dreamed of, two rocking chairs side by side, all the younguns doing the cooking and cleaning. Ah, sweet romance. How about:

Endless love calls, hear me now?

C’est magnifique! But once again, no cigar. I realized I had accumulated many six-word memoirs, which meant I had blown the exercise! I hadn’t narrowed my life down to six words and only six words! I was six times six and counting! And still the challenge stared me in the face. Being the daughter of the master improvisor, Mr. Bill, I decided to take one word from each memoir, and that should encompass my whole, freakin’ life! Right? Let’s see if this fits:

Awesome charm, smut humor, adventure calls.

Heh, heh. I’m really digging that awesome charm part — and of course it’s true. Smut humor, that’s my irreverence gene making sure the world hears me loud and clear, and then there’s my as-yet-unrequited dream of seeing the world. Yup, I’ve done it! I have fit myself into six simple words.

I’m feeling a little squished.

©2008 K. Jayne Cockrill