Writing to the rain

Writing and watching the rain just outside my window. Looking forward to doing this full time early 2013. Can’t wait until every day is spent here in my aerie being creative. Retiring from the day job by March 30.desk 12

All kinds of good things happening. The art is coming along, photography projects shaping up. But my first love, writing is finally taking shape. It’s a new world out there now that books have gone digital, and self-published is no longer a dirty word.

A year of posting poetry on my Blog has given me a poetry book. Years of journaling and getting journal entries published has helped with my journaling e-book. They both need a bit more polishing before I launch next them. Then there are the 2 novels I wrote during NaNoWriMo.

I would never have gotten this far with out help from the gentleman who created what he calls an ebook creator that is so easy.

If not for the free trial, I would never have tried it. I’ve bought a lot of such things only to be disappointed at how complicated they are, but I bought the whole thing before my 7-day free trial was over.

I only post links of things I like and use. When I review a book I like, I post its link to Amazon. Well I like this software and I’m posting joined up to post as an affiliate. Thing is, you can try it for free and say no thanks or, like me, say oh yeah an buy it. This guy is very service oriented, too. He has answered every email with complete answers and free tutorials to to other useful tools. I say I post links, I do on my Blogspot Blog (it is a mirror of this one) as WordPress doesn’t allow affiliate links. If you’re interested visit me at ‘perlesink.blogspot.com’ 12/10/12 post.

Armchair traveler

walking other worlds
amidst elves chasing dragons
lives lived in bold strokes
purpose driven lives
ever weighed In the balance
until the last page

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Golden fall at my feet

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that mere words cannot capture

float on unseen winds

a yellow rain of

gold strewn on browning grass now

lay still at my feet

Purr girl helpers

wrapping christmas gifts
my annual ritual
Sabrina once helped

now it’s Jazmine’s turn
to chase ribbons chew scotch tape
loudly purr critique

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Passages

champagne in pewter
bucket of ice with one glass
baccarat crystal
companion of rites
celebrations unions and
darkest night’s retreat

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Ever wish that you could fly

in the sky she sensed
then saw birds flying by
wondered what it’s like
to leave earth to fly
somewhere up above it all
never fear the fall

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Night and day

pale eyes watch her wash
dust and dross of day away
to night’s dark embrace

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Cats prowl

verdant green long gone
replaced by dark caves of steel
cat prowls the rushes

distant memories
built into the DNA
stirs cats’ grass prowling

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True upon the page

some moments are true
only on fiction’s pages
spring is fleet of foot

My novel on the other hand oft has feet of clay. Edit, edit, edit. I intend to launch the eBook this coming weekend.

I’m enjoying fiction. To see words I write build lives and worlds – oh my. It’s exhilarating.

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All I want for Christmas – A Material Girl Moment.

Christmas cards are written, addressed, stamped and ready to go; a small token inserted in a few of them; will mail on Friday the 30th.

Now, in the tradition of Eartha Kitt’s ‘Santa Baby’, it’s time for my annual over-the-top, material-girl-moment, Santa’s lap wish list…

All I want for Christmas is
pearls
real pearls
real black pearls
a cameo or two or six
a long black silk nightgown
a black silk camisole or two
a pair of s
ilk 40’s style pajamas
anything silk
another
little black dress
black high tops stilettos
black cowboy boots

a black convertible
a Mercedes convertible

a personal trainer
a male personal trainer
a diamond ring for my right hand

a magnum of Veuve Clicquot
a case of Veuve Clicquot
a diamond ring for any hand
a large cozy country house
a country house at the beach
any large cozy house at the beach
a maid
perfume
obsession perfume


Eartha Kitt’s Santa Baby

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