Who killed Mr. Time? Life, in the study, with distraction.
I haven't posted for awhile now, and I blame life. Everytime I feel the desire to sit, think, and jot down words... something comes up. I've also been spending more time writing Mr. Sir Awesome Masterpiece, Himself.
Now that I have more of an outline, my co-conspirator (we'll call him Alex Zander) has finally jumped on board and we've been taking turns writing, imagining, and sending the Word doc back and forth via email. It's fun and more is getting done than when I work alone, though there is a lot more time spent having to take things from my brain and inject them into his... somehow... and small diferences in vision are less than exciting to resolve in 10 word snippets over email. I'm also finding that my excessive use of "..." does not work as well in a novel as it does in a blog.
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My father posted a haiku on Facebook recently, as a tribute to his sunny fall day in South Carolina. It inspired me to write my own haiku, as a tribute to the blustery fall day we had in Wisconsin.
Sunny Day
sunlit blooms cry out
take my beauty home with you
i seek love not frost
- AB 10/18/11
Blustery Day
wind blows leaf from tree
which falling down says goodbye
fitting end, old age
- JB 10/18/11
I someday hope to be as a leaf - to fall back to the earth and return to dust, having lived life whole and healthy, showing my true colors.
