I spotted a poetry on demand table at some point on North Highland Avenue, and won't lie--this was what I was looking forward to for the past day. These were the folks from Free Poems on Demand, and indeed, they would write a poem on the topic of your choice. So I went up to them and after struggling to come with a good topic, requested a poem on what it's like to be a food.
One of the poets noticed my NaNoWriMo messenger bag and we started talking about NaNo. I mentioned that I had done and won NaNo for the past ten years, and he asked what my username on the site was. I told him.
"Sushimustwrite," he said. "I've heard of you."
Yep, pretty much my reaction right there.
I got used to being recognized in my region and even at Night of Writing Dangerously, but out in the general public? Whoa, dude. I honestly don't know what to think.
The rest of the day passed. We wandered around, found the park in my neighborhood, wandered around more, and went to our respective homes. I came home, ate, and checked my email, Twitter feed, and NaNoMail. And found multiple messages in my NaNoMail that are best classified as fanmail.
So hi, apparently NaNo fame is apparently a thing I have now.
And by the way, here's the poem.
By Jimmy Lo
I see you eying
the fresh peel of my package.
In the language of modern consumption
I'm consumed with the possibilities
of the many ways to snap into a Slim Jim
Or break me off a piece of that
Kit Kat bar--or
the melt in yr mouth not in yr hand variety
of sexual innuendo that fills
my mind with the vaguest wish
to die inside the stomach of a whale
like some martyrannical version
of slowly wasting away,...