It was suggested today by Michelle W. that it might be fun to write a post in the style of someone else. She wrote:
This week, publish a post in the style of a writer or artist you admire, or in the style of another genre. You don’t have to write about politics or current events to give this a try — you could just as easily:
Take a photo of your local playground in the style of Ansel Adams.
Write about what you did over the weekend as though it were science fiction.
Share a favorite childhood memory, written as though it were dialogue in a play.
Publish a recipe as a poem in the style of e.e. cummings (or plate the finished dish in the style of Picasso!).
Publish on any topic you’d like, but with a new lens — who knows what you might reveal?
This idea resonated with me, and I have decided to write a description of Donald Trump in the style of Miss Eudora Welty, one of the many renowned writers from my state. So, here goes.
Miss Eudora Welty
Miss Beckham came over this morning to have coffee. I do love it when she comes because, as everyone in Jackson knows, she did spend a number of years studying at Blue Mountain School for Young Girls, and she does turn a word so well. No matter what Margaret Fender says, I say Miss Beckham is absolutely worldly.
But don’t you know that when Miss Beckham arrived, she wanted to discuss politics, of all things. I was hoping that we could settle all that business about Walter Barksdale’s funeral supper, but, no, she had to talk about this gentleman from New York City.
“Have you seen him, Mertie? Have you seen him on TV?”
“No, ma’am, I have not for I do not watch such things.”
“But, Mertie, he is going to be the President of the United States!”
“Well, I have heard that he speaks in a vulgar manner, and I have read in the Clarion-Ledger that he has treated ladies in ways which I cannot even repeat to you.”
“Why, Mertie, I do believe you are speaking ill of our president-elect.”
“I am not! But I do wish that nice young man from Texas, an outstanding member of the Bush family, had won. He seemed so even-tempered. And his mother is not only charming but quite intelligent, as well. Can’t we just talk about something else? I’m no good at politics, and I did make some yeast rolls for breakfast. Please join me for coffee and rolls, won’t you?”
“Oh, Mertie, you are so provincial!”
“Thank you, Miss Beckham.”