NaNoWriMo Looms

ready or not, ’tis here

that 10-day panicked home stretch

to NaNoWriMo

Yes, I’m in again.  November is National Novel Writing Month, and I’ve given it my best shot since 2004. The objective is to finish a decent draft of a novel – 50,000 words in 30 days, 1667 words a day.

I’ve done it before, I can do it again.  Granted the first 6 years I spent literally rewriting 3 novels from scratch: 1) “The Fall”, a 2012 story leading up to and through the prophesied cataclysm of 2012 and how we survive thanks to the the planning of the wiccan community; 2) “Seti’s Chronicles”, the matriarch of a wiccan family’s history of the the aftermath of 2012 and our survival; and 3) “Murder is a Primary Color”, fast forward to a future world and witches in the main stream – sort of a ‘bewitched meets Sam Spade wanna be police detective and solve supernatural and other crimes.

The temptation is there to pull one of the old faithfuls out again, but not this time.  I’m going to upload those to Amazon and put them on sale for $2.99 – NY didn’t want them, but who knows, someone might.

Meantime, I’m racking my brain for new ideas.  A few come to mind, but I’ll probably decide at the 11th hour.

I write my first drafts by hand, so I’m loading up on my 5×8 Cambridge Limited  black spiral notebooks, and refills for my favorite PC pen.  Transcribing late at night to word, I find adds several hundred extra words and produces a second draft.

I need a title, a topic, something – I’m putting that to my subconscious for the next couple of nights.

Warm cold night

faded silk pjs
warm me this first cold fall night
wind blown leaves still cling

I hear their rattle
beyond the open window
left in summer’s wake

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Back to square one

simply put called back
to square one taking with you
all lessons hard won

armed and ready to
begin again this time my
reach higher and so

hopefully is my gain

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Golden morning

​golden morning kissed her body
redolent amidst twisted satin
startled from deep sleep she
clings desperately to some great truth
lying just at the other side of dream
.

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Can you hear it

she hears what we don’t
a different drummer’s beat
lost to us not her

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Voyeurism

ever feel sad when you finish a book
so much so that you open it back up
and begin to read it again? I do
is real life so dull that i must climb between the pages of a book
and re-visit this new cast of characters/friends? Yes and no.
a ready-made group of friends
worlds far removed from mine
that I can visit at will – that’s the draw

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Selective hearing

words hurled like weapons

harm only if accepted

dismissed powerless

hard but best to hold

tight to the good things you hear

else the soul suffers

 

The fall – 2012

​for one frozen moment ever etched
into her being, Seti paused
it was as if the Earth stood still
and caught her collective breath and
no wind stirred the trees, no bird sang

people all along the walk stopped
all the birds lifted to the sky
the earth heaved day rent asunder
terror chased cold then hot the heels

of frightened people running blind
​streets rippling gray waves neath their feet
rubbled surf pounding them into
the gaping maws of asphalt caves

buildings fell into themselves spewed
life and death ​Seti and Kiri
rose met eye to eye and mind to mind
no longer stood in the park but
in the marble hall of the School

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Storms coming

the clouds in turmoil
dark fingers reaching for earth
fragile flowers quake

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No end in sight

the fall comes but not the end
like nature something survives
barren trees again have leaves
rivers run neath desert sands
fall to winter yields to spring

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