90 Days to Your Novel – Day 1

The beginning of every journey starts with one step. Even though I’ve already completed one novel length story, I have purchased 90 Days to Your Novel: A Day-by-Day Plan for Outlining & Writing Your Book. Hopefully my next novel will be more publishable than the last.

That being said, I’ve read the task for day one and I’m already starting to rethink the plan. I’m supposed to think back to my earliest memories and write them all down.

I’m lucky if I can remember what I did last week. Perhaps I can add in the stories I have been told. Regardless, I have a hard time believing that I can write for 2-3 hours on such a topic.

Here’s to the possibility that tomorrow’s task will be somewhat easier.


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The Unknown – Wordle 175

Wordle 175

My rickety cart shudders its way
Along the cliff, threatening my day
Fear fills my bones when I cannot see
The bottom of the chasm clearly

Will I fall? Live? Which do I want?
Options and choices are a harsh taunt
A rift of unknowns besides me
Gives flight to a longing for safety

The rails shift with life’s stutter
My heart clenches in fear’s mutter
Language fails me as fear guides me
Sanity’s absence brings a giddy glee

A glimmer shows on the horizon
Light baffles fear as it enlighten
Will hope sustain me long enough?
The tracks straightens passing the bluff

Only the Blind May See

A quaint serenity fills the air,

A peacefulness that is so rare.

Gone is the busyness of the day,

Replaced with a sparkling sun ray.

 

A bubbling brook wanders by,

As modernity begins to die.

A simple hand upon a tree,

Proves that life is still free.

 

Worries disappear with every step,

Leaves crumbling like every fret.

Frightened wildlife begins to show,

As their faith begins to grow.

 

Such beauty paints a picture just for me,

A picture that only the blind may see.

 

Daily Prompt: Lookin’ Out My Back Door.

And Now a Message From Above

Well, You Did Ask For a Sign - God

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The only guarantee in life is that there are no guarantees. We’re always looking from guidance, hoping in some sign from above to let us know if we’re on the right path. Most of the time we’re just left second guessing ourselves.

Whether put there as someone’s message from God or just a minister’s quirky sense of humor, church signs can be profound or even amusing. I’ve been collecting church signs that have either tickled my funny bone or struck me as profound or simply struck me with improper grammar. Every Sunday I’ll be blogging about these church signs and what they mean to me.

Perhaps you’ll find your sign among them.

Dream’s End

Once upon a dream ago

Amid a cycle of suffering

Your high regard lit me a glow

However soon be my undoing

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Your virtue was pure, your habits true

Or at least before you shone through

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The image you create slowly begins to fall

Evidence gathering of the forgotten

Birthdays, anniversaries, events and all

The truth becomes a bandage of cotton

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The cycle has ended, the gap has closed

My choice is made, the truth arose

I know now whose virtue was true

Only now time will lessen you

November 24, 2013 Sunday Wordle # 136

Faces on the Road

Scattered faces on the road

Blending all together

Hopeful faces

All sad

I should stop

I want to stop

Yet I can’t

Surely there are others

It’s not only me

I’m not alone of the road

I want to stop,

To give them a lift.

Yet I don’t,

So afraid yet filled with guilt

What if it were me?

I ask myself

As another face goes past.

Would I stop for myself?

It could be anyone.

A murderer. A rapist.

A tired single mother.

A worn out traveling father.

Rationalizing.

 

Still Guilt.

 

Daily Prompt: Sorry, I’m Busy.

Sunset to Dawn

Vibrant splashes coat the sky

Blues, purples, violet

Soon the sun seems to die

And my vision with it

 

Nature’s sumptuous works

Slowly disappear

Leaving Night’s hurts

And manipulative fear

 

In a single moment

The spread of effeciency

Becomes a vacuous element

The master of inadequacy

 

Nothing short of time

Before the Earth dawns again

Awakening in her sassy prime

Brightening each vivacious glen

 

Until then we sit and wait

While night’s slathers of fears

Try to extinguish our fate

As we cuddle little dears

Dragons in South Carolina

Blind shock. Dragons. In South Carolina. Fort Knox maybe. The gold was held there. Perhaps even to the west where the other gold mines were.

But South Carolina?

It seemed too ridiculous to consider. South Carolina was a poor, but proud state. Not in debt, but not rich. Not thickly populated with big cities, but a coast densely populated with tourists.

People were too much in shock to panic. Although the satellite news programs were already starting to report on rising waves of panicking citizens. All the practicing for hurricane evacuations was left behind as people flooded from the big cities.

The country people were much more practiced at this sort of thing. Shotguns and rifles were brought out and cleaned. Cocky rednecks boasted on how they would be the ones to bring the big monster down.

Meanwhile the small group of citizens that had prepared for this eventuality for so long gathered together in old metal armor. And still others began protesting the killing of such an endangered species.

Talks begin in the government to decide if the dragon is real and what it’s legal status is. Focus groups are started. Groups are lobbying in Washington. The President is taken into hiding.

Meanwhile the Unicorns breath a sigh of relief. At least it’s not us.


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