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My Top 10 Posts: Happy 6th Month Anniversary!!!
I still can’t believe I wrote that right, but, yes, today marks the 6th month anniversary of starting this writing experiment. I am officially halfway through my year-long challenge of writing and posting something new every day. And what a trip it has been so far!
This blog has been through short stories, poems, bits of plays, ongoing novels, and even a webhost migration. Not to mention lots of new readers (thank you!!!). It seems only fitting to do something special, so why not celebrate with my 10 favorite posts from the 6 months so far?
I’ll tell you why not. That means I have to pick 10 favorite posts! (What? How?!)
Instead, I’ll say that I picked 10 of my favorite posts, and to be honest, the fact that it was hard to choose delights me. The fact that I still like and enjoy most of these posts months later means that I must be doing something right – however hard it makes picking out 10.
To make it easier, I removed the novels from the running (as an ongoing story, they get so much extra effort that it simply wouldn’t be fair to compare them to the rest!), and here are the 10 I finally decided on in no particular order:
10. “Not a What“
There are days when I wish I’d actually said this in response to people. On the other hand, it always sounds a bit Dr. Seuss-ish to me. I may like the idea better than the poem.
9. “Can’t“
I chose “Can’t” because I like the two angles it explores and the ambiguity between them. Plus, it’s a pretty universal issue, which I like in a poem. It’s also one of the earliest pieces from this experiment.
8. “Love“
Speaking of universal issues, this is a requisite for poetry. If you’re writing poems, at least 1 has to be about love, right?
7. “Tangled Web“
Spider-like, they sit and watch
Subtle, deceptive
Camouflaged
Hidden
6. “See the Headline: ’45 Minutes Stolen’“
This is a bit lighter and fluffier than most of the other poems I’ve chosen, but it makes my literal mind happy. And it’s always fun to see evidence of my struggle against constantly rhyming.
5. “Or Not“
A little more recent, this poem is another with an appealing ambiguity for universal issues. I wrote it in September, and I have a feeling I was facing some sort of decision at the time – but that’s a pretty safe guess (I was alive at the time, so…).
4. “Teatime“
Although I’ve been choosing poems so far, “Teatime” is a little different. After months of promising to do a play or a bit of a play, this was the first to be posted. Even though it’s a better script for an online comic than an actual stage production, I enjoy it (although I have been told that my humor is a bit warped).
3. “The Fields“
I love the idea of this poem. It’s a bit twisted, and as a writer, there’s little quite as gleeful for me as hiding coarse, inelegant meaning in poetic language.
2. “The People Paradox“
The longer I live the truer this poem seems. I’m not really old enough to say that yet, but still…
1. “When IDEAS Attack“
Finally, the post that started it all. You may not know this, but the very first post on this blog was an article (a slightly NSFW article at that). It’s a wonderful feeling for me to read it again 6 months later and enjoy it as much as I did when I first posted it on Weebly. I hope you enjoy it, too.
Here’s to another 6 months!
Time is short, but we go on
With words and thoughts and feelings.
I’ll keep on writing (please, forgive the slant rhyme)
And thanks so much for reading!
The Blood’s Beat
It runs through the blood
And beats with your heart.
In the background while you work,
In the foreground when you shirk:
It’s the band in the back of your head –
It’s the subliminal mind’s leading role.
Like noise overflowing the walls
From a party down deep in your soul.
A Growing Problem
Work is like a weight in the ocean
That pulls you down ’til you sink.
When you’re struggling to keep your head above water,
How do you find time to think?
A Qualified Toast
A toast to explosions and battle scenes
But only on movie and gaming screens –
Not for life or everyday tasks.
Why is that so much to ask?
A Flesh Wound
Flashing metal strikes the stone
It chips – scratches. A flesh wound only,
The slightest mar: visible to the eye.
Inside the stone, the blow rebounds,
A shockwave. It runs through the stone
Like panic. Pushing and tugging at particles,
Forcing them apart and leaving behind
The tiniest fractures, completely unseen.
Dozens of miniscule wounds hidden
From stranger and friend alike. Unshared,
But dealt with. The parts stand together
To compensate for the fissures. Because
The stone must continue to stand.
It must continue to hold, to bear the load
Though each successive blow shatters more
And more of its interior strength. Stubbornly,
It clings to its shards until the final blow
Forces them apart for the world to see.
Remembering To Be Thankful
They’re generous and kind.
They’re nagging and needy.
They’ll give ‘til they’re empty.
They cling and control.
But if I need them, I can call them.
If I’m in trouble, they’ll come.
They’re wonderful and awful,
And I love every one.
twytte 