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One Month Down!

One month down – I have officially kept up with this experiment for a whole month.
Wow! (Or should I say, “Whew!”?)
It feels very good to be writing more. I have been so focused on one series that I haven’t written much fiction outside of that. I think I’ve only written poetry once or twice in the last decade (I can’t believe I can say that truthfully), and I’ve never attempted some of these styles before. It’s good to be able to flex my mind and my writing skills and try new storylines and genres. I’m hoping to add some short stories or maybe a short story series and maybe some plays and… who knows? None of that may happen, or all of that may happen.
The main point is that it feels wonderful to be creating.
At the same time, it is very strange to publish projects as I write them. What I post is first-draft-level work, and anyone who looks will get to see it (aaaaaahhhh!). Also, the fact that some of them are novels is especially strange. The poems can stand alone, but putting a novel out there for people to read as I finish a section or a couple of paragraphs is both exciting and terrifying. I have been trying not to edit what has already been posted (except for typos and grammar mistakes), which means sometimes I have to think harder about what’s coming next. I can’t go back and change the past to make the future I want more plausible. The further I get into them, the harder it will be to obey this rule.
That said, I’m going to try. One of the reasons I’m going to do my best to follow this rule is that it is an excellent exercise for me to improve my plotting and overcome the urge to edit. I have always struggled with going back and editing as I write. Although I have gotten better, I admit that I had to fight myself every step of the way to finish my first novel. I still haven’t finished the first one I started working on. Every time I worked on it, I kept re-writing what I’d already written and changing directions at the same time. Even on my current book, I find myself making pretty big changes every few months. It’s a big step from where I was, but I think I can still do better.
This project is going to push me to do better. Some of it is going to be a major struggle (all the more so since people can see it). Knowing that it will improve my writing helps keep me going.
So does knowing that people are reading. Thank you for your interest! You have front-row seats as I ride this rollercoaster of a project. Welcome to Month 2. For all that it has been a month, this is only the beginning: the beginning of these stories, the beginning of this project. Where it’s going, I can’t say. I guess we’ll find out together.

Tangled Web

Spider-like, they sit and watch
Subtle, deceptive
Camouflaged
Hidden

You walk beneath them
Beside them
Their webs cling unnoticed
Until the fangs
Pierce
Sink
Drain

Again and again
Another and another
Sucking out all that you had
Have
Will have

Until even the husk
Collapses
Into dust


Angles of Difference 2

07:15:15-Diverged.Fly

Instead of flapping my arms, I flapped my gums.

Rain

Smells are deeper
Colors more vibrant

Memories stir
Floods and drizzles
Childhood  score playing on

Home


Social Anxiety

Irrational, unreasonable:
The need to leave,
To hide,
To go home.
Self-disgust, self-loathing:
Sudden & deep –
A painful emptiness,
An edgy restlessness.

Hide it away.
Smile. Pretend.
Nothing to see.
Nothing to say.
Only to pray.


When I Am Dirt

When I am dirt, I hope
That little flowers grow in me
And once they are dirt, too,
We all will feed a little tree.
And when that tree grows big and strong,
And its roots push us aside
We’ll make a comfy place for mammals
To live and hide inside.
And someday when the woodsman
Cuts the tree down for his pay,
The rich food of its stump
Will speed more flowers on their way.
Or maybe tasty mushrooms will sprout
And grow in that damp shade
And they will feed the squirrels
Who upon that tree once played.
And when the squirrels and mushrooms
Have joined us in the sod
We can be a pretty field
Where human feet will trod.
And after their steady tread grows slow
Or falters until it stills
We’ll still have room for them with us –
Always have and always will.


Independence Day

07:04:15 Independence-Day


Angles of Difference 1

06:29:15-ClimbedATree.Diverged.1
The dwarves made me.

Love

Celebration and joy
One promise
Two lives
Hand to hand
Heart to heart
Two rings
Two people
Complete
One life for life

Can’t

Vile curse, self-imposed
Set the limits,
Brittle and cold

Harsh truth, self-explained
Range of possibility
Acknowledged and named

Cruel lies or deliberately blind –
Belief breaker: belief designed.
Hiding from or hiding behind?