A work in progress

Work on my novel continues…slowly. I’m my own worst critic, I know, but it’s very hard to turn that inner critic off.

Still, I didn’t think this bit was all that bad:

It was then that he noticed the silence. Riverdell was a small, quiet town, but it had nothing on this place. Even on the quietest night in Riverdell, there was always traffic thrumming in the distance. Electricity sang through the power lines; streetlights hummed on otherwise dark streets; kids toting stereos pumped up the bass loud enough to rattle a whole building.

There was none of that here. There was only the wind in the trees here, tall grass waving in the breeze, a cricket choir backed by a bug band singing him to sleep.

It was another beautiful day here today, and the warmth of the sun has been most welcome. I hope you’re all having a fantastic weekend!

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Here In My Arms

Sky full of neon,
Holding you in my arms – let’s
Watch as the night shows

Us her stars. Diamonds
Twinkle in the deep dark of
Night, but none of that

Matters with you in
My arms. Sun chases moon, night
Chases day, but none

Of that matters with
You in my arms. Stay here for
Ever, here in my arms.

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Always Have, Always Will

And now, a pensive poem for this romantic day:

So many ways to
Say, “I love you,” yet even
The simplest evade

You. So many ways
To show you care, yet even
The little things are

Beyond your grasp. And
Yet, I love you still. Always
Have, and always will.

Here’s hoping that you’re all spoiled rotten by your loves and having a fantastic Valentine’s Day! How do you celebrate this romantic occasion – or don’t you?

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Writing bunnies

I’m home from work today with a sick little Thumper bunny and taking advantage of the unexpected time off to catch up on a bit of writing. I’m working on revisions for another novel, and it’s not going as well as I’d initially thought it would. There’s so much more to cut than I’d first thought: trying to keep it to one POV per scene is a major challenge.

I’ve been fiddling around with these books for a good decade. I even queried them a few years ago, but didn’t get anywhere. That, of course, happened long before I decided that one book should become two, but even then it was a hot mess. It’s still a hot mess, but at least I think I’ve grown as a writer since then. I still feel like the head-hopping isn’t such a big deal, but others (okay, pretty much everyone else) disagree, so I’m changing it.

And it’s hard. So very, very hard.

Silencing my diligent and devoted inner literary critic is even harder.

I think the changes I’m making will…

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Shine On

The sun shines on, though
The air is cold and the grass
Lies frosted over.

The sun shines on, though
The birds have vanished once more.
Yes, the sun shines on,

And I’ll shine on with
It, despite the coming gloom.
We’ll shine brightly on.

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Night Wind

When the wind blows, I
Shiver. I shiver, shake, and
Quiver in the dark

When the wind blows. I
Quake with fear in the dark of
Night when the wind blows.

When the wind blows, I
Fear the dark of deepest night
Will overwhelm me.

I rage against the
Wind that howls outside my
Window in the dark

Of deepest night as
I shiver ‘neath my blanket
When the wind blows.

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