Siren Song Finds Sympathetic Ear.....

Just a note for any reader's here to check out Sandra Tyler's lovely little brainchild---Woven Tale Press --- a newly emerging tribute to those drifting through the blogosphere. It's intended as a gathering place of little blog posts from authors across the spectrum, an "eclectic culling of the blogging web" to use their own description.

I'll admit, I had never heard of Woven Tale Press until Ms Tyler came knocking at my comment box, soliciting for a submission to her A-Z special edition. I was intrigued, and more than a little flattered--- I did the A-Z writing challenge for myself, not really expecting anyone to read it (even though I brazenly posted and cross-posted, every letter... everyday).

Sometimes, nay, most times, writing feels like a solitary trek through an uncharted jungle...blogging, more like a tumble off a jungle cliff, as we haphazardly toss our hearts out into the ether, not knowing who or what might be watching.

It can be unsettling, unnerving... but, ultimately, thrilling, when someone connects with what you've written. And, even if you don't believe it was your best work, the fact that it touched/inspired/incensed someone else, means it was worth putting out there.

Having my S is for Siren post nestled in among the other letters in the A-Z Special Edition of Woven Tale Press was an unexpected treat that made finishing the challenge, that I almost bowed out of half-way through, very much worth it!

Anyway, check out the goings-on at Woven Tale Press--- there's quite a collection of blogs there!!!

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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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