Only a day away...eek!!!!

I'm down to the 22 hour mark and counting. Soon the misery of anticipation will be over and the race will be on! I'm so anxious to get started that I almost can't stand it. It's difficult to find enough things to occupy all the time necessary to make it to the starting line.

It's strange how easy it is to procrastinate when you're in the middle of a project...but when you have to purposely "wait" to start the project, all you seem to want to do is start it. I think this psychological reversal might be a great motivational tool for getting things done when you really don't want to.

I'm prepped and prepared, outlined and outfitted. I've characterized, plot-erized, scene-erized and now I'm ready to begin. As long as my momentum holds, this might actually be easy. Lets just hope that once the thrill of getting started wears off, that there will still be enough energy to complete my story.

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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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