NaNoWriMo--First Post, First Dive into Insanity

So, 2 days from now I plan on embarking on a sort of Literary Marathon. For those who have never heard of NaNoWriMo--National Novel Writing Month--essentially, the month of November will be devoted to composing a 50,000 word novel in just 30 days. It is essentially an exercise in quantity over quality as the purpose is specifically word count with the intent of shutting down the internal editor that keeps most of us from finishing the "Great American Novel".

These last few days have been complete agony as the storyline I have is screaming to come out and be written. I think it's actually been harder to contain myself until November 1st than it has been coming up with a story to write about.

I've written 2 other books up to the 50,000-word mark, so I at least know the amount of work that goes into it, but this will be the absolute first time that I will try to do it all in one month, I just hope my sanity lasts and that my husband will forgive being ignored for the entire month.

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A-Z Reflections, year 4....

A-Z blogging challenge for 2014 has come and gone, seemingly without my realizing it. And, though I fell behind once or twice toward the end, I finished this year's challenge right on time. Really, I can't believe it's already over. I feel like I just finished my post for letter A... Year 4, for this blogger, was a far cry from the tortured state of despondency that was most of Year 3 -- I'll not mention the irony of this year's focus on death being easier to blog about than last year's foray into supernatural creatures, we'll leave that for my therapy sessions *ahem* As always, A-Z brought with it, not only 26 days of unbridled and far-reaching knowledge (disguised as entertaining and thought-provoking blog-posts), but a chance to connect with new faces while reconnecting with familiar faces--who had perhaps drifted away--from A-Z's past. I am always amazed by the ingenuity and inspiration that comes from lumping a couple thousand folk...

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.

Battle Storm...

Storm's coming, war's brewing, rolling clouds choke the light, Cannon's rumble, bodies tumble, exploding stars steal the night. The heavens clap, the battle's snap, sinking deep the wounded fall, The lightning's spark, the thunder's hawk, drinking in the warring pall. Soldiers crawl, the ranks sprawl, beneath the wall of death, Eyes clenched tight, in teeth-bared fight, bequeathed their final breath.

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

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