Blackout Poetry: Unexpected

Wrote some blackout poetry at the library today. They had a little station of copied pages from books, and only a red marker – I guess someone took the black? Anyway, I had fun.

It reads:

Then stillness

the one I’d wanted

were standing outside the door

breathe the landscape

that enclosed us

the tender edges

our centeredness

her dress

her name

blended

with the room

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What I’m Reading Tonight

Got the Yankee – Astros game playing in the background, the fan is whirling and making a steady shwooo noise, and I’m snuggled in bed with a book.

Everland, by Wendy Spinale. It’s this steam punk version of Peter Pan. I love the cross genre and diving into the realm of fiction classics is always fun, too.

What are you reading? Anything good?

6-word Stories Tell a Story on Their Own

I worked on this last week, but I guess I forgot to post. It was something I saw on a Facebook feed from a previous year. Someone had shared some 6-word stories and they were heartbreaking. Beautiful though, but amazing how they were able to portray so much with so little words. It’s such a great challenge though for creative writers.

Let’s see what you can come up with…here’s mine:

Seven 6-Word Stories

1.  Brian said, “Goodbye.” Then he jumped.

2. Snowflakes danced around flower-covered headstones.

3. Black coffee drank up searing disappointments.

4. The advertisement read: need companion, non-violent.

5. Clutched hands trembled, the doctor spoke.

6.  Tail wagged. The Vet said, “Ready?”

7.  Birds chirped happily over rushing water.

Poem: Rules

These are just scribbles, really. A thank you goes to everyone who read and support this blog. Just noticed I reached 401 followers this weekend. 🙂 Might not seem like a lot, but it is to me. So again, thank you!

Rules

Shadows creep, winter chills
open closets are unkind
To the wandering mind
Of children just beginning

Poem: My Evil Twin, Doubt

Meet my evil twin
I call her, Doubt
she second guesses
Things I’ve figured out

She makes me weak
When I take a stand
Kicks me down
And takes command

Invites her friends:
Anxiety and Depression
Inside I’m roiling:
I’ve made a bad impression

Anxiety whispers to Doubt and
Depression behind my back
They’re making fun of me!
There’s nothing that I lack

I am Beautiful and Strong
Creative and Inspired
My evil twin, Doubt
Is not even desired

She’s shallow and she’s needy
her friends are much worse
Dripping black negativity
Tucking extra in her purse

She’ll swagger up the street
People spring out of the way
Heels clicking, eyes like daggers
With nothing great to say

Poem: Saying Goodbye

About a week ago, Mike and I had to say goodbye to his dog, Marley. He had Lyme disease that went to his kidneys and after a few trips to the vet we were saying goodbye sooner than we ever thought possible.

Although he wasn’t mine, I loved him. He was our family and now he’s gone. We are dealing with it as best we can. But it’s never easy saying goodbye.

Saying Goodbye

I didn’t want to say the words, “put down”
Like he was some shiny toy
We had picked up and lost interest

too cold to think of leaving
Such a treasure behind
to think of all the tail wags, the last sniffs in the snow

the moment before the final moment the worst
a deep sleep that hurts
One final pin-prick, back leg trembles.

I couldn’t find the words to say
I’ll help you
I’m right here
I’m sorry

Then, sobbing in the car like I’d lost something I’ll never find again

Tail wags, brown, liquid eyes full of courage
You’re hurt and you’re dying and all you have to say is: I love you

How Was your NaNoWriMo?

Hi Everyone – I’ve been a bit MIA on this blog as of late…and I don’t know why.

It could be because I started a full-time job this fall, and I just don’t feel inspired after a long day of sitting typing at a computer. Also, about mid-November I was sick for like a week with a cold, and that about wasted my November.

On the positive side, though, I have been writing more as of late. I think it all started after watching Outlander one Sunday. I was curious about the books and I went on Diana Gabaldon’s website, and something I read of hers inspired me.

It was what she said about the first book of Outlander. She said she wrote it because she wanted to see if she could write a novel, and Outlander was just a trial, a for-fun novel.

Well, several books later and a successful TV Show and she is still writing. I guess it made me realize that you shouldn’t doubt yourself. It might not be as awful as you think it is, and if it is awful…who cares? It was meant to be a draft, right?

If Diana Gabaldon can do it, well then so can I. Plus, my writing process seems to be a bit similar to hers. I tend to just wing it…I’ll have a rough outline, but otherwise I tend to be at the whim of my characters: “alright, guys, where do you want to go next?”

How was your NaNoWriMo? Any words of wisdom for the rest of us?

(Also, my NaNoWriMo wasn’t all that successful, but I got some more useful scenes written for my novel-in-progress and that’s something!)

Outlander Season 3 Episode 7 Review: Creme De Menthe

Soo…this latest Outlander episode kind of irritated me, but if you thought otherwise, or you had similar feelings, let me know below!

If you have not watched the newest episode of Outlander, beware, spoilers ahead!

Photo credit: Starz

I’m having a hard time trying to find the positive in Claire going back to 18th century Scotland, but even in spite of Sam Heughan’s muscular bod, it’s a difficult thing.

The episode starts off where episode 6 left us at a cliffhanger. A stranger is rifling through Jamie’s things, and attacks Claire. She uses a knife to defend to herself, but in evading it, the stranger trips and sustains a head injury.

Well, naturally Claire has to help him, even if he did threaten to kill her. Jamie doesn’t understand why she doesn’t just let him die, and Claire tells him it’s because she’s a doctor now, and has spent years trying to save lives. Claire runs to the apothecary to get supplies, while Jamie is trying not to get caught by Sir Percival for smuggling some extra casks of whiskey and bourbon, and creme de menthe, (of the latter, they have loads of, because Scots don’t drink creme de menthe.)

Fergus and young Ian manage to sell off the smuggled goods at a fair price, and Fergus gives Young Ian advice on how to make love to the pretty tavern maid. Yi Tien Cho helps Claire with the surgery, but her patient dies, which she is fairly upset about. She also discovers that Jamie lies to Ian and Jenny about where their son runs away to.

The dead man gets stowed away in the creme de menthe, and Claire has another patient to attend to: a man named Campbell, whose sister is mentally ill. Once again Claire gets another taste of the backward 18th century, which doesn’t really have any experience in treating such ailments, except to keep them silenced.

Meanwhile, Ian gets lucky in the back of Uncle Jamie’s print shop, only to be interrupted by a man hired by Sir Percival, who is looking for the stuff that Jamie smuggled. They fight and Sir Percival’s man discovers Jamie’s flyers, which proves that Jamie is a traitor to the crown.

During the struggle, the shop is set on fire. There is a harrowing moment where Jamie goes in to rescue him, and Claire is afraid for both of their lives. Jamie says they will return young Ian to Lallybroch, and Fergus is shocked that Claire doesn’t know about Jamie’s other wife. His what?!

My thoughts?

This whole episode just irritated me. I suppose there will be bumps along the road, (I mean, if there wasn’t, there wouldn’t be a story.) But c’mon Jamie?!

“Oh, by the way, Claire, my love…I’m already married?” Sigh. Double sigh. Why do men do such stupid things sometimes?!

The good parts of the episode?

  • Well, seeing Claire doing her awesome healing thing is always kind of nice.
  • Having Fergus back into the scene is nice, too. I suppose…and Young Ian. He looked so happy with the tavern maid.

But…sigh. What did you guys think? Think Jamie and Claire will finally work it out?

We shall see! Happy Monday everyone!