Ahhhh!!! The words keep coming and coming and coming!!!!

Normally I'd be complaining about not having any words come at all. But now I have so many pouring through me that I'm having withdrawals when I step away from my laptop. And I mean serious separation anxiety.

I can feel my chest tighten and my pulse race and my breathing double. It's not like I'm walking away mid-sentence. Heck! I'm not even walking away mid-paragraph. But, as soon as I step inches away, the story starts screaming in my head to be let out. I'm like a gambler watching the stakes get higher and higher... the jackpot growing and growing before my eyes. Every word takes me that much closer to my goal and I HAVE to keep going.

Whew!!!! Okay, I'm addicted....*hangs head* My name is Mysteria-Wednesday, and I have a problem.....

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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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