"Soul Sifters" it is....

Though there weren't many votes, it seems like everyone is eager for me to write out my story idea for "Soul Sifters". Now that NaNoWriMo is officially over *sighs*, I must focus my attention to other stories and to editing. I'm actually looking forward to reading my NaNovel. As it is, I've only read the first chapter and a few scattered paragraphs as I was finishing up. It will be interesting to see how well my plot held up through the 20-day marathon of writing.

"Soul Sifters", I think, will be one of the more ambitious stories that I have floating around. I'm still fumbling through plot ideas and structures. I know the ideas I want to get across, but I'm struggling as to the best way of presenting them. But, there's no immediate rush. I'm giving myself until January to plot and outline and do some early research. It's Christmas, and anybody who's ever worked retail in the holidays knows it's pretty much---all work and nothing else until New Year's. So, I'll probably read my last two manuscripts and do a structural edit and just sort of dream up everything I want to happen in "Soul Sifters"----would that I could actually "write" during my dreams........

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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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