Counting down to insanity

9 hrs and 15 min left. I never thought that waiting for something would cause such agony. Every spark of inspiration has been told to wait patiently. Every sleepless hour of plot mulling will be for nought if my memory and sketchy outline don't hold.

I am so accustomed to crawling out of bed in the middle of night, laptop in hand, when a eureka moment happens. The last 2 weeks have been an agonizing and torturous exercise in creative stifling. And finally in less than 10 hrs, I will be put out of my misery. I'm so excited I can't even begin to describe it. I like my basic story idea and I like the fact that I'm going to try and get it written out in a month! I know it will in no way be perfect, but just being able to pour my heart, soul and visceral innards into it non-stop for a solid month of insanity is exhilarating. Especially since I haven't been able to write any of it out at all. The conscious effort of not-writing has been the hardest part of this for me, so far. I just hope that means that the words will spew forth effortlessly once I get started.

At least I know I'm not alone. Some 90,000 of us have signed up for this crazy venture. I will be eager to see how many of us make it to the finish line intact. It's a definite plus that I'm not going insane on my own! This is a worldwide epidemic of creative insanity!!! And the disease is called NaNoWriMo!!!!

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A to Z reflections....

Another A to Z challenge comes to an end--- another collection of posts and poetry have been written, another deep breath of relief is released. For my fellow bloggers that survived as well, it's another 'challenge-completed' notch carved into the writing desk. I've come to enjoy my yearly foray into the world of all things alphabetical. This was my third year, though it was only the second year I had a workable theme (which made the challenge substantially easier than the first year I attempted this challenge.) And, though my first year was difficult because my focus was so scattered, I found this year was more difficult because I lost the enthusiasm that came with the first year excitement----excitement which helped me plug along until the end of the challenge. Year 3 was a success in the sense that I completed the challenge, though, this was the year that almost wasn't---- Somewhere about a third of the way through the challenge, I seriously considered

A million lives, beneath a single sky.....

Though our feet leave different prints,our tongues sound different words, there's a mirrored rhythm in the beating of our hearts. Though born in different worlds, our eyes sharpened 'neath different moons, there's an unspoken truth in the warmth of our touch. We may walk in different strides and dream different dreams, we may speak in different voices, maybe swim in different streams. It's plain to see, when dark night falls, as all the stars shine through, that underneath it all, there's no difference 'tween me and you.

Bitter Honey

Weaving dreams of beguiling gold, a future's price for happiness. What secrets do you, determined, hold? asks the summer wind's soft caress. A guarded name, a hidden hope. Spinning wheels clutching time, grasping straw that falls away, What dreams may come, we soon may find, won't recall at end of day. A cherished life, a memory lost.

From the Inkwell, From the Vein.....

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