Monthly Archives: November 2015

Elegy for All

A moment of silence for those who died
And prayers for those they left behind
May there be peace for all, lost and bereft
And, please, an end to senseless death.


Rude Awakening

Darkness with a quiet hum of sleeping houses
Is broken slowly by the rude sun
Shining in their eyes and jolting them,
Hard and fast, into the new day
Like an older sibling with a flashlight.
Doesn’t it know it’s Saturday?


Early Morning To Come

Hi, Everyone!

I have an unusually early morning coming up tomorrow (I should be in bed now, really). Long story short:

A post to come, slightly delayed
Or more than slightly, I’m afraid
Minutes and hours, the wait goes on
But the challenge will not be withdrawn.
Although not done by early light,
There’ll be more to read before the night.

Thanks for reading!


Veterans Day

To all the men and women who served
To all who lost their lives
A moment of silence: hats off with respect –
A prayer for their husbands and wives.
A thought for their children, their parents, and more,
Remembering all that they sacrificed for.


Good Morning

Not a drop of alcohol –
No shots, no beers, no nothing!
Not a single pill or push –
Illegal, prescribed, or neither!
Yet bleary eyes greet the day
With twin red glares of pain
And a throbbing ache behind them
To drive the brain insane
To this uncalled for agony,
One finger says, “Good morning.”
In a gesture, blunt yet eloquent,
But the sun ignores the warning.


Scattered Shards

Scattered shards of dreams that twist and taunt:
Hundreds, thousands – uncountable.
Too many to choose from – Too many
To reach for, they glide and sparkle
Filling my vision with shattered focus,
A kaleidoscope of dancing gems
That spin and slide from outstretched hands –
Too far to tell fractured from flawless
Or even stone from glass.


Fall Is Waning

The warm sun burns down
Through cold winds that chill the skin
No leaves for shelter


The Risks of Writing a Novel Online

            Although I do not follow a strict update schedule (other than something has to be added daily), those of you who have noticed my writing patterns may have expected a Wind Town update today. I do try to update both novels weekly, but I also haven’t assigned days to update each one. And that was a very deliberate choice.
           You see, there are several major risks to posting a novel online as I write it. One of the major risks is getting pretty far into it and realizing that I’ve gone in the wrong direction. I’ve seen this problem with several online comics over the years. They get to a certain point, and then, they just stop. I understand time commitment changes and things like that, but sometimes, the authors just wrote themselves into a corner or realized that they didn’t like where the comic was going anymore. I really don’t want to do that to these books, and having been through the experience, I really don’t want to do that to you readers.
           I can promise that if I run into that problem (knock on wood), the story won’t just stop. Instead, I’d make the necessary revisions and update the changes. Unfortunately, that may not be too pleasant for readers either.
           The goal is to avoid those revisions altogether – either by planning ahead or by finding ways to make any issues that come up work anyway. To do that, I really need to know where the story is going. Usually, I’m more of a discovery writer following a loose outline. The further I get into these stories, the more dangerous that method is going to be.
           That’s the main reason I haven’t dedicated myself to specific posting days for the novels. If I start to work on one of them and feel like I need to do more worldbuilding and planning before I try to post anything, then I would rather delay the post than mess up the story. I may mess it up anyway (it’s a challenging experiment), but if I do, I’m going to go down fighting.
           Thank you for bearing with me while I do.


50 Word Short Story: Successful People

            They still sit down to eat, but their chairs are attached to floors with wheels. They talk to each other all day and see each other for only a few minutes. Every year, they promise that next year they’ll take that vacation. Someday, they’ll retire and have time: total strangers.


Expensive Drivel

Money speaks to money,
But does money hear the drivel
It’s raised above the drone?
Or maybe money doesn’t listen
But whines at each other, alone.
Aggravation and anger,
Like a splinter under the skin,
Drives us to fix the problem,
But where do we even begin?