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 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...

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.

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.

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

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