A to Zed....maybe I'm sick in the head....

Ah, welcome April! Welcome April Foolery and welcome A to Z blogging challenge. So, for the next 26 days I am to compose a blog centering around the letters of the alphabet--- and unfortunately, this is no April Fool's joke.....

Will I make it through...without going insane? I will attempt to make them writer-related, but I'm not promising anything. Am I crazy? We'll see, but I must get started first.....

A is for Anonymity.....

What writer hasn't felt the pangs of disappoint, the twinge of fear, the guilt of haphazard edits? Wouldn't it just be better if we didn't put anything out at all, or better still, couldn't we put out everything and just pretend that the mess wasn't ours?

Pen names might protect writers from having to admit they actually wrote the work.The mask of anonymity might even help an author write without fear. If a nom de plume provides you with the courage to get your work written and out there, then by all means, proceed.

I think all writers should write as their own literary double, if for no other reason than to encourage the production of a "new" writer. Taking on the anonymous persona might open the mental blocks that have otherwise held you back. Next time you feel the pressure, just let Anonymous do all the work for you.....

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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