Amazing that I haven’t written since February. I mean, really, anyone can take a look through and see that I’m not particularly consistent, but…just…wow. I won’t bother making excuses, but I will say that I have done a fair bit of knitting and crochet. Soon I will finish my new top, and I’m super excited about that.
I hope the day finds you all well. And I would really love hear from anyone who is prepping for NaNoWriMo this November. Their site has just been reset and there are a few new features that look really fun.
I have added my novel title and cover to the site, and started planning. I haven’t made it to an outline yet, but I’ve started some character building and world building.
…the countdown has begun. 🙂
Going For Water
The well was dry beside the door,
And so we went with pail and can
Across the fields behind the house
To seek the brook if still it ran;
Not loth to have excuse to go,
Because the autumn eve was fair
(Though chill), because the fields were ours,
And by the brook our woods were there.
We ran as if to meet the moon
That slowly dawned behind the trees,
The barren boughs without the leaves,
Without the birds, without the breeze.
But once within the wood, we paused
Like gnomes that hid us from the moon,
Ready to run to hiding new
With laughter when she found us soon.
Each laid on other a staying hand
To listen ere we dared to look,
And in the hush we joined to make
We heard, we knew we heard the brook.
A note as from a single place,
A slender tinkling fall that made
Now drops that floated on the pool
Like pearls, and now a silver blade.
I have no idea. 😀
(I also have no excuse for my long absence, just busy like everyone else).
So I’ll skip it, and just dive back in with a little first paragraph from a story.
Anyone who would like to offer constructive criticism is welcome to do so.
She could taste the blood from the inside of her lip. Her face pressed hard against the stone wall, and she pushed away the pain as Tobias twisted her arm and pressed it into her back harder. She inhaled as deeply as she could with his weight crushing against her, then in swift succession grabbed the hand that pinned her arm back, exhaled, and stepped left, dropping and turning to free the arm. But she wasn’t fast enough. He had already hooked his leg around hers and held fast to her hand. They both fell to the ground. The hard thump as her back fell square against the stone floor knocked the wind out of her. She struggled to regain her breath and the towering figure caught himself on his knees, the brunt of his weight firmly pressed into her pelvis as he took advantage of her hesitation, and secured her wrists above her head.
God made a beatous garden
With lovely flowers strown,
But one straight, narrow pathway
That was not overgrown.
And to this beauteous garden
He brought mankind to live,
And said: ‘To you, my children,
These lovely flowers I give.
Prune ye my vines and fig trees,
With care my flowerets tend,
But keep the pathway open
Your home is at the end.’
Then came another master,
Who did not love mankind,
And planted on the pathway
Gold flowers for them to find.
And mankind saw the bright flowers,
That, glitt’ring in the sun,
Quite hid the thorns of av’rice
That poison blood and bone;
And far off many wandered,
And when life’s night came on,
They still were seeking gold flowers,
Lost, helpless and alone.
O, cease to heed the glamour
That blinds your foolish eyes,
Look upward to the glitter
Of stars in God’s clear skies.
Their ways are pure and harmless
And will not lead astray,
Bid aid your erring footsteps
To keep the narrow way.
And when the sun shines brightly
Tend flowers that God has given
And keep the pathway open
That leads you on to heaven.
Hey, look at that. I’m still here. Some folks may have noticed that I have been absent from my blog, others maybe not. IDK. At any rate, I just wanted to stop by and say that I’m still here, nothing bad has happened. I just maybe “fell down the rabbit hole.”
Mostly I’ve just been busy. I’ve been working overtime at work and for some strange reason or other I joined Pinterest (talk about rabbit holes). I do try to check in on other folks’ blogs, but my time seems to get consumed rather quickly.
I will try to get back on track with my Friday posts at least. It doesn’t seem like that shouldn’t be hard. Friday night has been my extra shift though, so blogging is not premier on my mind for the few hours that I get to spend at home.
For those of you who are still out there, I hope to see you on Friday!! 🙂
An ant on the tablecloth
Ran into a dormant moth
Of many times his size.
He showed not the least surprise.
His business wasn’t with such.
He gave it scarcely a touch,
And was off on his duty run.
Yet if he encountered one
Of the hive’s enquiry squad
Whose work is to find out God
And the nature of time and space,
He would put him onto the case.
Ants are a curious race;
One crossing with hurried tread
The body of one of their dead
Isn’t given a moment’s arrest-
Seems not even impressed.
But he no doubt reports to any
With whom he crosses antennae,
And they no doubt report
To the higher-up at court.
Then word goes forth in Formic:
‘Death’s come to Jerry McCormic,
Our selfless forager Jerry.
Will the special Janizary
Whose office it is to bury
The dead of the commissary
Go bring him home to his people.
Lay him in state on a sepal.
Wrap him for shroud in a petal.
Embalm him with ichor of nettle.
This is the word of your Queen.’
And presently on the scene
Appears a solemn mortician;
And taking formal position,
With feelers calmly atwiddle,
Seizes the dead by the middle,
And heaving him high in air,
Carries him out of there.
No one stands round to stare.
It is nobody else’s affair
It couldn’t be called ungentle
But how thoroughly departmental
First, my apologies for missing the regular Friday post, but I do have a decent excuse. Besides the fact that this last month has been super busy (OT at work, NatCroMo projects, keeping up with the hubby’s band schedule, oh yeah, and that kid I still have at home sometimes), I was also graced this last weekend with a new grandson. Yay!!!
Second, gratuitous baby pic, cause you know you want to see…
Third…it’s camp time…no silly it’s too cold still for real camping. It’s time for the 2013 CampNaNoWriMo! Which I will be joining, so if once again I seem to fall off the face of the earth, know that I am really just one story line away, and I shall return. 🙂
Hope everyone had a great weekend, and a wonderful holiday!
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