Blargh

This headcold has really done a number on my wordcount. :P It's hard to concentrate on writing when breathing alone takes so much effort!

Blargh.

That is all.

Whispers

Whisper
Just a whisper
Only a whisper
Through the silence
Cuts through the silence
Silence that has never been broken.

A Voice
That whispers
Only whispers
But such a whisper
That kills the absence of sound
With joy.

Darkness
Utter darkness
Complete darkness
That has never seen light
And does not know
That light even exists
Because it doesn't.

But that whisper!
What does it whisper
That smallest of whispers
The merest of whispering
That very first breaking
Of the greatest Silences
Ever known?

One word
Only one word
Merely one word
It whispers a single
Solitary
Lonely
Vibrant
Word.

LIGHT!

Light!
In the Darkness
And Silence
And Emptiness
The Voice has whispered
A whisper is all that It needs.

Light!
And there is no more darkness
And the silence is shattered
And the Void is filled
By Light
And Joy
And Life
Because of that Voice
And that one whispered word.

Darkness
Is not unopposed
Silence
Is broken
Emptiness
Is filled.

Sorrow
May last for the night,
But the Voice
Brings the Joy
And the Morning.

November 1

I have to write here, otherwise my productivity is nil.
It's disturbing sometimes, how directly my will to do stuff relates to the amount I've written. I've been known to accomplish more in 2 hours after writing than I did the entire week prior--scary stuff, really.

Today is the first day of NaNoWriMo! Let the novelling begin! Guess what my wordcount is!

0

No, I didn't stay up until midnight last night to start. I may have started dragging around 9:30, and finally called it quits around 11. But I still have half a day in which to accomplish the 1,667 words allotted for today... plenty of time! :)

I'll let you know if I make it...

In the meantime, if you would like to join me on this venture, head on over to nanowrimo.org and sign up! It's always more fun to do stuff like this with a group of fellow crazies to support you, and they have cool prompts, procrastinator-enablers, and cheerleading going on. You should join us! :)

Now the question becomes: is it possible to write a novel & direct a show in 30 days?
I don't know, but I intend to find out.

Then I'll write a musical about it. ;)

Do you ever have one of those days...?

I feel like my brain is leaking out through my ears today.
My focus is shot, my concentration is done, my willpower is defeated, and my stick-to-itness is outta here.

What was I saying?

I think some of that dense fog that blanketed the area this morning got into my mind & stuck there. I know there is stuff I should be doing, but... for the life of me I cannot form the thought of what they are.

:P

And it's only Wednesday.
I wish my office had windows.

The Hunt

Just a warning, the writing took a bit of a dark turn today. :) Have fun?

~*~

It's there, just like always. I can feel it watching me.
Just out of the corner of my eye.
I turn my head to look at it full on, but--
Woish
It's gone.
But not far, just out of sight.
It's waiting.

It's always there,
Stalking,
Following,
Waiting.
I can feel its appetite, its hunger.
It wants to devour ... my very essence of who I am.
It won't ever stop.
It's so hungry.

I'm never sure what keeps it away.
If I knew, maybe I could always do it.
I'm never sure what drops my guard, and allows it to
Pounce.
If I did,
I would never let it happen.
But it does,
And it pounces,
It rips,
And tears,
And chews,
And laughs.
I still feel the scars from the last time.

The laughter is the worst.
The hopeless despair
That laughter causes
Is worse than the teeth that consume.
It chuckles even now,
Knowing, hearing my frightened heart pounding.

I don't know if escape can be had.
I don't know if a difference can be made.
Will it shy away if
I'm not alone in my fight?
Will it lose me if
I run forever?
Is there anything
That can kill this
Creature that thirsts for my life?

My weapon is heavy in my hand.
It sings a soothing lullaby,
But it's not sleep it beckons me toward.

Grit, determination, stubbornness, even pride,
All these keep me from falling
To its every attack.
Too gritty to chew,
Too determined to win and not fail,
Too stubborn to allow it to succeed,
Too proud to admit defeat.
If it can use my strengths against me,
I can use my flaws against it.

~*~

That was actually kind of fun. Well, it was for me. ;) Thanks for sticking around! :)

Snowflakes

It snowed today. Just flurries, nothing that stuck, but still.
It snowed. Today. :P

I do like snow, but I'm seriously perturbed that it was cold enough to snow today. Seriously, where did Fall go? It's not like this is Minnesota, or near the Great Lakes, where I would expect that kind of thing.

It was cold enough to snow today.

If the weather is going to be cold enough to facilitate snow, then I do think it should have the decency to look pretty too. In that fashion I am a huge fan of snow--it makes winter bearable, and gives something beautiful to look forward to in the midst of the chill.

I think the reason I don't like winter is because people insist that I maintain a certain level of constructivity (spellcheck says that's not a word, I say I just made a new one...) that runs counter to my body's natural tendencies. When I'm cold I want to hibernate--huddled under a blanket, buried in a chair/couch, drinking chocolate something-or-other, and reading. That's all I want out of life when it turns cold.

But the world says no. It tells me I must come out from the warmth and put on real clothes, swap out my slippers for boots, and my books for a coat.
Then I have to go outside?! Evils abound in this world. Not only must I leave my cocoon, I must also leave my dwelling-place and actually walk out into the frigid air and sometimes ice?!
AND be a contributing member of society!

I know, I whine too much. That's another reason I dislike the chill, it makes me whiny.

*Cue the tears & violins*

Ah first-world problems, aren't we lucky to have them?

Yeah, I feel duly ashamed of myself for my rant, but I'm posting it anyway. Humility is good for the soul, right?

I am glad I have someone to cuddle with this winter.
<3 p="">

That itch

I think I know what story to go with, and now that I do that itch has begun...
My fingers itch.
But my mind is shrinking away from the ideas, for fear of failing this story yet again.

Before November comes though, I have so many questions to answer!

Most of those questions will probably be answered by filling out character sheets, but there are some serious plot holes that need to be resolved too... And I keep wandering off into daydreams that don't really help with any of that--the scenes I see might not even be happening in this first story!

I see a ragged band of survivors, creeping through the undergrowth in a forest where the very trees might betray them.
I see onlookers cowering close to the ground as two dragons fight in the sky above them--roaring loud enough to shake the mountains, spewing fire at each other, tangling in each others claws and teeth. Drops of blood spatter onto the ground far below, sizzling where it falls.
I see a dying woman, smiling up at the man she loves--a man who only remembered her mere days before. He cries bitterly as the light of life fades from her eyes. Her last whisper to him: "I will wait for you."
Two children race through a forest, laughing and shouting from sheer joy. The girl has golden hair and dancing blue eyes; the boy has black hair and deep brown eyes.The note of a bell chimes out through the woods, and they turn in their path to run toward it.
A tree grows from a platform built in the center of a town built in love. Its trunk is out of reach from the bottom of this platform, but the branches sweep low to offer the fragrance of its flowers. Passerby lovingly reach up and pluck fruit off the branches as they walk by, murmuring thanks to the tree.
A group of sleepers in a cave, with one man sitting awake at the mouth while he keeps watch. The night is quiet, and peace seems to have furtively stolen in. The man smiles at the seed he holds in his hand, a seed that seems to emanate a soft glow and a quiet heartbeat.
The road seems deserted but for the grizzled one-eyed warrior. His single orb scans the skies, and a smile creases his cheeks when he sees the raven circling above. A sharp whistle pierces the air as he raises an arm, the raven caws in response as it descends.

Uffda...