16 Apr
2014
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Truth or lie

Darla has a monkey, she says its name is Sam
With her life of luxury, I think it’s just a scam
Sam loves climbing trees, especially if they’re blue
Blue leafed maples? Wouldn’t you too?

It’s been an easy life for Darla and for her pudgy man named Joan
They skip instead of walking, to make their love most known
Basking in devoted glow  and plenty on repeat
Worlds of bounty stretch in every way with lots of stuff to eat.

Constantly overjoyed to see their rounded, smiling faces
I’m going to suggest one day that they and I trade places.

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In response to today’s daily NaPoWriMo‘s poetry prompt: write a 10 line poem in which each line is a lie.

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6 Apr
2014

My writing process – a blog tour/hop post

As unlikely as it may seem, author and flash-fiction’s-finest writer, JD Mader named names and I was on his list.   JD can be found on his diverse blog, Unemployed Imagination.  Please pop over to read some of his writing and see why I hold his writing in such high regard.  I also encourage you to visit his Amazon author page and purchase a volume or two.  :))

And now, to the questions:

What am I working on?

I am always working on short fiction pieces.  Several short stories are on their way to completion and I usually have a poem in various stages.  I have a novel idea (see what I did there?) for which I’ve written chapters and scenes; however, I don’t anticipate completing the novel until I have more time to write in greater chunks of time. When will that be? I have no idea.

How does my work differ from other of its genre?

It could be argued that I don’t write genre fiction, unless literary fiction is considered a genre. If it is, I will answer in terms of what voice I believe I bring to writing that other writers might not.

When I began writing, I believed I would write stories about any subject and from any point of view.  As it turns out, that isn’t the case.  I am most concerned with telling the stories of individuals (or groups of people) who are hidden, hurt, silent, forgotten, unnoticed, misunderstood, and who live lives which are, for the most part, unheard.

Within that framework, I strive to be respectful of the characters and the stories I write.  I write fiction but I try never to forget that my fiction might also be someone’s reality.

Why do I write what I do?

I write to share my point of view and ideas.  I write about the twists and turns in people’s lives because that is what intrigues me.  Most of my stories are takes on reality-based themes because those are usually the stories I like the best. That said, I also enjoy reading well-woven, action-packed science fiction/alternative reality too!

How does your writing process work?

It could be argued that my writing process doesn’t work!  Other writers are able to crack out significantly more stories and that is due to their focus and my lack of it.  My day job (which I love) takes a significant amount of emotional engagement on my part. At the end of the day, I find it difficult to gather the energy to write, even though stories run through my mind.

On a good day, I try to focus by responding to some kind of prompted writing challenge.  I listen for a few minutes to Bach (truly) and then I need silence.  When writing stories, one of two things happen. Either, I see the face of the main character, I consider his/her situation and then try to look at the situation from a different perspective, or I imagine a situation and populate it with a character who is more than he/she appears initially.

Once I have the basics of the story, I will often write an outline. I can’t outline without having written some of the story because my stories just don’t work that way. I need to get a feel for the characters before I can direct them…but direct them, I do.  I’m the writer. My characters do what I tell them to do!

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Thank you for stopping by.  I’m not going to tag anyone to continue the tour as I believe it has gone in all directions already.  But please do take the time to check in on Indies Unlimited.  IU brings together a group of fantastic, independent authors and posts  informative pieces that are chockerblock full of useful tips and insights!  Also, I have really been enjoying the poetry-filled site of d’Verse  The site posts articles almost daily – writing prompts and discussions – so if poetry is your writing form, please do stop by.

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31 Mar
2014

Moon over potholes…

Moon reflects peace in alley pothole puddles
Reverie splashes high as noisy shopping carts push through
In the ‘hood, we’re tripping the light fantastic.
All we are is here and now, right?
Yet. if we were able to look skyward
Infinity beckons.

Photograph That Alleyway Smoke by Vallen Gillett on 500px

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26 Mar
2014

Visual Dare – Covert

Out into the frost and wintry, charcoal streets, they soon learned the harsh reality of their new lives.

One by one, dressed in Sunday finery, those chosen for The Journey stepped out through majestic, illusory doorways of once elegant homes. They must leave everything familiar: all luxury so fervently maintained, all warm embrace of certainty.  Instructions delivered two days ago outlined quite specifically that nothing was to be taken when they returned to Earth.

For Laurence Topper, the cruelest of his instructions was to leave behind his adored wife, Jenny.  She received no gold envelope: an invitation denied for a lifetime’s adamant belief in “real” God.

Tears of frustration and grief were shed by poor Laurence, yet he did what he knew he must. He could not leave his dear Jenny alone. To come to what end?

Oh, the pain! His  final decision in this interstellar paradise was murder.

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photo credit

  I’ve been away from my writing for a couple weeks but am now re-focusing.  I thought I’d try something a bit different midweek.  Will be posting more of my usual fare (is that a good thing?) later this week and on the weekend.

This lovely photo challenge is via Angela Goff‘s weekly writing challenge,Visual Dare.

Entries are supposed to be 150 words or less. Mine, I admit is about 4 words over the limit.

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1 Mar
2014
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Reliable Mary

Reliable Mary provides a seat at the table for every voice in her midst
Through her unlatched door, they march in full of mercurial and eclectic notions
And they settle for ease in cushioned seats to fill her wallpapered room
With tales of great love and exotic pleasures discovered in moonlit tropical atolls
Her visitors regale our dear Mary with movement and light
And expound upon complex worlds lived far beyond this ‘quaint’ lane.

Mary’s eyes glisten and brim as requests pour in to remain in the comfort of her familiarity
And she doesn’t protest when they placate her with faux aspirations of similar constant form
She nods and smiles and she ushers them through to calm respite from their whirlwinds
And she tucks these strangers into the crisp corners of her white world, covering each with a lofty duvet
She creaks the doors shut for privacy sake and moves down the hall for the same
Then silence ensues as she turns down the lamps, to the lowest possible hum.

And then pale, dark Mary makes her way to the only room she really knows
It’s dusty and tattered, unkempt and ecru, full of things without any purpose
And she sits cross-legged, and brushes her hair, overwrought on her wrought iron bed
In the mirror she can almost see the person she is, or could be if given a chance
Fear and longing seem to her to capture the same heartbeat that pounds
So she practices answers to questions unasked, before planning the menu for tea.

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Written for this week’s dVerse Poets challenge which was put as: “Today I am going to ask you to think, reflect, and then write about invisibility.”  This is my first time participating. 

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25 Feb
2014

Down but not out

Hidden within my lot in life, a nickel bag of dreams keeps me trying.

They’re tattered, sure,  fragments of fuck this and damn that.

Come closer and I’ll show you.

Not that close.

That wasn’t what I meant.

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written for this week’s  Trifecta challenge where we were asked to precede the line “That wasn’t what I meant” with 33 words.

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