To lay down
Oh beautiful night
And see
With your light
To gaze upon
The stars
And pretend
From afar.
Never leaving
Nor caring
Forgetting
Everything.
The rest of the world
It’s troubles
The bad
The sad.
But of this place
This outer space
One can always
Dream of grace.
Like chicks
From a tree
Flying free.
What is joy
But to see
One’s family
It’s happening
To you and me.
We soar
As eagles
Triumphantly.
Letting go
Still cherishing
These memories.
Room to breathe
Need we.
‘Tis part of living with
Thee.
As it was always
Meant to be.
Like chicks
From a tree
Flying free.
I’ve decided to do a progress update for my novel each month. And yes, I’m still writing a book. I’ve written about two or three more “chapters” since the last update but I haven’t had someone look them over or review them because I basically skipped chapter four and went on to later chapters. Today I just sent chapter four to a critique partner, so I consider myself to be on chapter five.
Most of what I’ve done these past weeks is work my eight to five job. Between that, studying for my Network+ exam, writing poetry, hosting an online writing group, and family engagements it’s been difficult to get the ball rolling on the actual book. As it stands I still plan to finish by year’s end 2021. That’s the only timetable that I have in mind for right now.
Machetes, monsters, goblins and ghouls.
So much evil, so many rules.
Pretend is all
And not much more
Bring plenty of children
To the front door.
And no other date
Can compare
To the way
People share
Their treats
With care.
And children
Dare
Accept
The gifts
People bare.
Then darkness.
The sound of the clock
Kids go home.
The doors are locked.
And for the adults
Such a wonderful night
To delight
With movies of fright.
Halloween
Oh queen of holidays.
I once knew a man
Named I am.
But now
Exists
In memory
Only.
Says he doesn’t care.
He does
So much.
Where did he go?
Playing
Is he
Teasing?
Long ago
Before sunset
He gazed
Upon
The trees
And said
“There she goes
Down below
Goodbye my friend.
Until we
Meet again.”
A leaf so green
It’s wilting
Emotions
Cast shadows
Remembering how it was,
How it came to be
And there is but nothing
Left to see.
It knows that time is terrible
At this moment
Unforgiving in how it treats
Those under its care.
And others
Carry On
Not forgetting
But remember
It’s splendor
And change
With the times
Keeping with them
Shadows of green.
I look inside
With you in mind
My dear country.
I see the place
That was your space
My dear country.
In memory
I used to see
A place to be
For the free.
Oh America
I miss you so
My dear country.
I’ve managed to write three chapters of the first draft these past few weeks, so here’s just a few more details. These are all, of course, subject to change. Continue reading “More Book Details”
So I’m going to finally talk about my novel. A little bit. Things change, but here are some facts so far.
So how’s writing going?
That’s the question I ask myself every day. I’m finding that my goals are shifting because planning seems to be taking a lot of time. The characters have to have names. The places have to have backgrounds. How many islands are there? How many empires are there? How does magic work? etc…
Loosely, about four or five scenes have been written. However, I can tell you that I’m writing more than the end of last year and with greater consistency. This book might actually be the one. Things are clicking more and more.
If you focus on word count and don’t have yourself a plan, it’s easy to write yourself into a hole. Trust me, I’ve been doing this a few years now. It’s what happened with my last book. This time I’m making sure I get things right.
