Monday, August 15, 2011
Thx so much and enjoy! =D
Saturday, August 6, 2011
The week has been awesome and busy and fun. The hubby had a blast on a camping trip with his bro, and I spent time with my amazin' daughter and some really great friends.
My daughter and I always have so much fun together, she's as crazy as I am. We spent one day mall shopping, visiting the best store on the planet; 'Teaopia' - we spent as much time in there as we did in the rest of the mall!
The next day was a museum day at the Manitoba Museum, Planetarium and Science Gallery.
In the MB Museum we hung out in a bat cave; played eye-spy in exhibits; swam with the tall ship Nonsuch; got freaked out in the creepy town when we realized we were the only people left in the museum cuz it was after hours and closing (you do NOT wanna get locked-in overnight in a museum!). (O_o) Just sayin'.
We saw a Beatles laser show at the Planetarium - a first for both of us. Good tunes, dry ice and dancing lights - awesome!
The science gallery is filled with these crazy cool things like an anti-gravity machine, a meteorite you can touch, pulley chairs, sound wave dishes, you can even build lil Kinex cars and race them! So much fun!
I spent the next day at Starbucks with my friend Sammy, catching up and talkin' shop (writin' stuff). =) She is one smart lady and a fantastic writer. She always gets me psyched to write.
Yesterday, I went poolside with my buddy Valerie and my daughter. Nothin' like hours of warm weather, great conversation and yummy goodies. Valerie has even begun to write! You go girl!
I'm still on holidays until Tuesday and I plan to make the most outta every minute! Woot woot!
For my writing exercise, I woke up yesterday morning with this first line, 'I am trapped by the darkness of my soul', running thru my head and it inspired the following poem:
The first thing my hubby said when he heard the poem was "deep". LOL. Perhaps it is, cuz I definitely dug deep for this one.
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
I have to reiterate just how cool this image is. And, I’m thinkin’ I may use it again in a future writing project; cuz there is a much larger story here to be told. And, I’m very interested in unravelling it. Keep an eye out for that image again.
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Summer hasn't been too kind to us in central Canada, so when the weather is generous - all bets are off for doing anythin' else! Bring it Mother Nature!
So anyway, believe it or not, my daughter and her friend were discussing insanity (teens talk about the strangest subjects...lol), which sparked the idea for this writing exercise. But you know what they say, crazy is as crazy does. Enjoy!
Friday, July 1, 2011
Whatta great week. My daughter graduated grade nine and wowed us by winning three awards and graduating with 'A' honours. She looked beautiful in the dress she chose and had fun on a boat cruise. My baby does me proud! Congrats, sweetie!
Feels like summer finally made an appearance -- about time! Love it!
For my writing exercise, yup you guessed it, a Canada Day poem. Hee hee. It took me awhile to write, cuz I looked up highlights of every province and territory, but check it out and enjoy!
Land of the free
Home of the brave
How do I love thee
Let me count the ways.
Lighthouses on the Atlantic Ocean
Whales’ song fills the air
Puffins on rocky ledges
Pitcher plant along trails.
Bluenose sails unfurled
1500 year old birch trees
Wintering Bald Eagles
Rare Plymouth Gentians and Pink Tickseeds.
Prince Edward Island
Anne of Green Gables
Red sand beaches
Lady Slippers in coniferous forest tables.
100 billion tonnes of Fundy
Warmest saltwater beaches
Longest covered bridge, Hartland Bridge.
Francophone, our second language
Beautiful Laurentian Mountains
Winter Carnival ice castles
Longest street in the world, Yonge Street
Canadian Government on Parliament Hill
Soaring CN Tower
Stunning Niagara Falls.
Churchill on Hudson Bay
Tundra and polar bears
Carberry Desert sand dunes
The Red and Assiniboine Rivers.
Al Capone’s tunnels
Provincial flower, the Western Red Lily
Golden wheat fields for miles.
Hidden dinosaur bones
West Edmonton Mall
Miles of oil sands.
Towering, ancient Redwoods
Majestic Rocky Mountains
Wild Pacific Sockeye Salmon
Breathtaking Vancouver Island.
Massive Canadian Shield, the Laurentian Plateau
Expansive ice fields
Inuksuks standing tall.
Aurora borealis lights up the night sky
Igloos on icy terrain
Fields of purple Fireweed
Enormous ice burgs
Cavernous diamond mines
Beluga whales with their young
Arctic Sea so sublime.
So diverse and beautiful
How I love thee
From coast to coast
Every province and territory.
Have a great long weekend!
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
The weather this past weekend was phenomenal! I tossed aside all thoughts of work and enjoyed it completely. Went to the park on Saturday and tweeted all about it. What fun!
Game of Thrones finale this past Sunday was soooooo awesome! I love that show. How do they expect me to wait until spring 2012! Is this some kind of archaic torture! Ugh! ....well, at least I got the books, so there. =P
We were officially adopted by a lil kitty that wandered into our yard about a month ago. We kept telling it to 'go home', but apparently it was home. She is now my son's kitty and he named her Phoenix. She is the most snugly cat I have ever met.
For my writing exercise, I did something a little different. I know I usually write dark fantasy genre stuff, but I felt light, so I wanted to share that. Enjoy!
Do you know love?
Has it found you?
Has it shaped you?
Has it made you more than you thought you could be?
Do you dream of love?
That goal that drives you,
That face that haunts you,
It's yours already.
Do you see the love?
In the eyes of children,
In acts of kindness,
Do you hear the love?
In a whisper,
In your heart.
Can you feel the love?
It surrounds you,
It changes you,
It is you.
I believe true happiness begins within; then radiates outward. And, it's contagious! <3
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
One of the best things that happened to me is that I finally got a solid idea for the third book in the 'Pretty' series. I've been making notes, hashing things out in my head and it's starting to come together. It's so exciting when that happens. I can picture it now, and that is my indicator that I should run with it.
With all the 'fun time' over the weekend, I left it until the last minute to pull together a writing exercise. Once again, I had one of those moments where a word or phrase gets stuck in my head and bangs around in there until I write it out. This time it's 'Crack the sky' -- the title of this exercise. It was tough, but I think I found a picture that represents my thoughts exactly. Enjoy!
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Takes the beast by its shrivelled heart
Pressing back evil
It falls prey to her charms.
Eyes of green
Lips so soft
Hair, red as fire
Skin, pale as snow.
No rhyme or reason
She unbalances the scales
An angel vs a devil
Beauty possesses him.
For nearly a millennia.
Eyes of red
Razor sharp teeth
Face of nightmares
Talons and scales.
Light penetrates the darkness
Waking emotions long since thought dead.
Beauty and the Beast
Good overcomes evil
Light shatters darkness
Love conquers hate
Beyond all comprehension
A divided reflection blurs into one.
Can love truly conquer evil? I think we would all like to think so.
Monday, May 30, 2011
For my next writing exercise, I wanted to write something with an inspirational edge. They always make me feel good. I wrote the poem before I got the image, so I hope they work! Check it out.
Life is to be lived…truly lived.
Love more, live more, be more.
Be ready to give more, receive more and feel more.
Never ask more from anyone that you wouldn’t give yourself.
Understand what it is to truly live.
Fight for what you believe in.
Follow your dreams.
Focus on what’s important.
Dismiss the insignificant issues.
Find that thing that drives you.
Give it all you’ve got.
Harbour no hatred.
Forgive all transgressions.
Let go of the past.
Look towards the future.
Truly see the world.
Truly hear the world.
Allow yourself to feel all that is around you.
Give the heart what it wants.
Love with everything inside you.
Say what is in your heart.
Be true to yourself.
Yup, it definitely makes me feel good.
Sunday, May 22, 2011
So, I think I'm starting to get the hang of Twitter. I've started using #hashtags. They're actually pretty cool and are helpful for searching or even tweet ideas. I'm starting to get a lil twaddicted. *just breath, KC*
Anyway, my daughter was working on an essay about Shakespeare's Julius Caesar, and it got me to thinking about famous Shakespearean lines and gave me the idea for my next writing exercise - basically it's a mash-up of Shakespeare quotes from all his plays, put together into a poem. =D
What's in a name? That which we call a rose
Shall I compare thee to a summers' day?
[But] The course of true love never did run smooth
Is whispering nothing?
The lady doth protest too much
[And] All that glisters is not gold
It smells to heaven
Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps
One may smile, and smile, and be a villain
The green-eyed monster
This thing of darkness
Swift as a shadow
Make mad the guilty
And thus I clothe my naked villainy
More sinned against than sinning
One that loved not wisely but too well
The most unkindest cut of all
[So] The patient must minister to himself
I will buy with you, sell with you, talk with you
There is special providence in the fall of a sparrow
Why then tonight let us assay our plot
The quality of mercy is not strained
In my heart of hearts
Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed
To thine own self be true
So sweet was never so fatal
O, happy dagger!
Chaos is come again
Neither rhyme nor reason
That way madness lies
O, what men do dare!
O villain, villain, smiling damned villain!
Parting is such sweet sorrow
Done to death by slanderous tongue
We came crying hither
We have seen better days
I go, and it is done; the bell invites me
Is this a dagger which I see before me?
Cowards die many times before their deaths
O coward conscience, how dost though afflict me!
Screw your courage to the sticking place
For goodness sake
What's done is done
[A] Forgone conclusion
Anything in the square brackets [ ], were added by me and not part of the original quotes.
Monday, May 16, 2011
I've been using Twitter and MySpace and some other web sites to promote this blog, but I'm not all that knowledgeable on how to use Twitter. I see there's some kind of 'technique' to Tweets that has been elusive to me. I've been following some Twitter accounts to try and get the gist of it, but have been hesitant on actually testing this new found knowledge. So far, I just post what I'm bloggin'. I wonder if there's a Twitter for Dummies book, cuz I'd get it!
Anyway, on to my continued passion with the fantasy genre. The words 'spiritus mundi' got stuck in my head (don't ask me why, stuff just gets stuck there - I've learned to just go with it), and from that, came this poem:
Hearts of anarchy
Battle lines drawn
Soul is stoked
Weapons a ready
Fire in our veins
Brother by brother
Our land, it remains
Clash of steel
Splinter of bone
Driven by blood lust
Hearts turn to stone
Terror and screams
Death and dying
Shaken to the core
Blood soaked earth
We’ve become what we abhor
Save us now
Falling to our knees
Our heads do bow
Forgive us now
For what we have become
We seek amends
For what we have begun
Protect our souls
Fill our hearts
Bring us home
As crazy as it is, I do love when things get 'stuck' in my head. :o)
Monday, May 9, 2011
Have you been watching the new series, 'Game of Thrones'? All I can say is...WOW! What an amazing show. I can't wait to get my hands on George R.R. Martin's books...ummm, is it just me, or did that kinda sound weird. At any rate, I will read those books...oh yes, I will. =D
Anyhoo, this eerie image drew me the moment I saw it. With it's tiny bit of light desperately trying to push through ugly clouds, while all the darkness presses it back. The following came to me.
The dawn is dead.
Fed to the darkness by liars, thieves and murderers. No distinction between right and wrong - the line blurs into nothingness. They hate. They steal. They kill.
And, the darkness comes.
The night creeps and crawls and slithers into every corner, into every crevice. Searching and choking out the light. It is silent. It is invisible. It is insidious.
It comes for us.
The last of the good hearts. Too few. Weakened by the constant night. Weary. We battle what we cannot see or hear or even touch. We are fragile. We fall. We die. We are human. We fight for humanity...or what is left of it. And we can never stop.
For there is no one to blame.
We took the dawn for granted. We betrayed. We let ourselves be betrayed. We should have done more. We should have done so much more.
We failed ourselves...
My love for the fantasy genre continues to grow. <3
Monday, May 2, 2011
My mom participated in an art show of local artists this past weekend and it was a great success! Even though the weather sucked. I mean seriously, how can it be 21C one day, then 3C and raining the next day, then -3C and snowing the next. It felt like we experienced three seasons in a weekend! Ack! Anyway, one of my mom's painting titles inspired me to write my next piece -- Positively Negative -- where all that is negative, has a positive spin.
Night is day
The dawn guides the way
No is yes
The absence of guess
Sadness is happiness
Exhilaration fills us
Hard is easy
Simple effort is pleasing
Down is up
Scaling heights, never stop
Long is short
Distance, our consort
Ice is fire
Burning hot, we aspire
Crazy is sane
There is no one to blame
Old is new
Rebirth reigns true
Black is white
Darkness shifts to light
Bad is good
It saves, as it should
Hate is love
Fine line, needs but a shove
War is peace
Freedom, an ingrained belief
Death is life
Filled with wonder and beauty, not strife.
I love it when a plan comes together. =D
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
I keep trying to think of different ways to add some variety to my little writing exercises, and yes, I know, I've been sliding in the consistency of posting, but I have an excuse! Okay, I don't...it's just utter laziness. At least I'm honest with myself.
So anyway, I was watching a show on TV and it was about the many wonders of the world. Now, the seven wonders are really cool, but there are so many other wonders on this amazing planet too. So, I wrote this poem...or at least I think it's a poem. =D
Wonders of the world
Beautiful and mysterious
Pyramids - final resting place of kings
Easter Island - faces of stone
Great Barrier Reef - life and beauty and colours abound
Great Wall of China - miles of defense
Stonehenge - incredible stone formations
The Hanging Gardens of Babylon - innovative irrigation
Ayers Rock - primeval blood-red rock
Grand Canyon - carved by water and time
Aurora Borealis - sky, alive with colour
Roman Colloseum - gladiator battles
Taj Mahal - inner peace
Chchen Itza - ancient steps to the stars
Our world has so many wonders to behold
This, but a snapshot of so much more
Awe-inspiring and mind-bending
Bewildering and breathtaking
Wonders of OUR world
How truly blessed we are.
These are but a handful of the amazing creations, both natural and man-made. What an amazing world we live in.
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
I've decided to learn another language - I'm taking French. It's so much fun! Up until this point, all I knew is what I learned on Sesame Street, and to be quite honest, it doesn't get you very far. Course my husband thinks that you can get by on, "bonjour, mon capitaine" (from Q in Star Trek the Next Generation) - he figures if you know that line, what else do ya need? =o)
Well, you might need a canoe if you live in Manitoba. Some pretty nasty flooding going on around here. We keep hoping for no rain and no snow...fingers crossed!!
In this writing project, I tried something a little different; it's a pyramid-type poem: one word to eight words, then eight words back down to one. I had a ball with this one - you gotta pay close attention to the word count and it still has to make sense. Love it!
Hidden so well
Ever changed by tragedy
Darkness hints beneath the surface
A facade indicative of broken dreams
Ravaged by unrelenting nightmares night after night
Revenge burning inside a heart gone ice cold
No fear of the consequences only strong conviction
Smile on outside to fool and captivate
Laughter faked with skill and ease
A dance with the devil
A soul lost forever
Such beautiful lies
It's short, but it's not about the length of these projects, it's all about gettin' 'er done!
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
So, the other day I was feeling chilled. It's not that it is actually that cold here at home, maybe it was doing this writing exercise. Cuz honestly, I was freezing after I finished this one. Needing to warm up fast, I grabbed a blanket, turned up the heat a bit and imagined I was back on the beach in Jamaica....ahhhhhh. Then I opened my eyes, looked out the window and saw the mudsoaked plains that have become my yard, and reality crashed in...ugh...
Anyway, subject change! I do so love the colours in this image! Wow! Good and evil battle overhead of men below - shows the true fragility of man...
Surely my eyes deceive me, for I see the heavens open and angels appear.
Have I died?
But that cannot be...
I can still hear the howling wind ferociously rip at us. Feel the angry waves continously toss and batter our boat. I taste salt on my lips and feel it sting my eyes. I am soaked and chilled to the bone. My muscles burn and ache so bad they are beginning to seize.
No, I have most definitely not died. Yet, death is all around me. I see bodies cast about in snarling water and broken bits of timber slam against our small vessel. I hear the cries of men who've fallen overboard. My friends...my comrades...sickness engulfs me as the waves consume them.
Our boat teeters precariously on huge waves, then plunges steeply down only to be picked up again and again. The ocean, intent on devouring us too.
We are in the midst of something truely beyond our comprehension. If I were not seeing it myself, I would scoff at the teller of this tale. Though, it is unlikely that any man will repeat these incredulous events, for They do not see us. Or, perhaps it is that we are insignificant, and not worthy of Their attention. This truth is staggering, and gives me the desire to best them...to survive.
For this story should be told...I must get through this...I must tell it. So that man will know that our Gods have failed us...
Fantasy genre is so awesome - you can do anything with it! Love it!
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Okay! Let's write!
Darkness creeps across alabaster stone, pressing back rays of sunlight. A chill settles, chasing away any warmth. The air falls still, stale and fetid. The ground shudders and moans as he rises from the earth, spreading distorted, broken and blackened wings, like angry spikes protruding from his spine. Black smoke spirals up and out all around him, stamping out the sun completely. A high-pitched screech, pierces the ears, drawing blood. Eyes, serpent red, glow beneath a dark hood. The power at his fingertips, crackles with intensity. He reeks of pure evil and burns with hatred.
They thought they could control him...to sentence their enemies to a gruesome end...but they were wrong. He feels no kinship. He does not hasten to any call. He does not abide by any rules. He feels nothing, except a burning desire to destroy...everything. They realize their mistake...too late.
Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. The ground turns to ebony glass beneath their feet. Fire sears their flesh. They scream, but no one hears them. There will be no help. They brought down this fury upon themselves. Their city burns and crumbles all around them. The horrific irony of the situation is a lesson learned, but there will be no opportunity to practice the lesson. The true weight of their decision being felt in full magnitude.
Terror-filled faces turned toward the heavens; they beg and plead for mercy. How could they have known?
But, they should have known...that the moment they struck the bargain with something so vile, that their fate was sealed.
I popped back into the dark fantasy genre. The thoughts and ideas these dark images evoke are incredible.
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Angry birds has a new 'seasons' version for St. Patrick's day! They've even Irish'd up the Angry Birds theme song. Now I can slingshot angry birds and jig at the same time.
So awesome! Just sayin...
In the spirit of St. Paddy's Day, I've composed a lil ditty. (Please note: I am not Irish, merely an Irish wannabe).
Luck of the Irish,
Pots of gold and rainbows,
Leprechauns and magic,
Shamrocks and green meadows.
Fiddlin' and tappin',
Jiggin' and singin',
Good ole Irish ditties,
Fine whiskey for drinkin'.
Faeries and pixies,
In every region.
Emerald green rolling hills,
Majestic oak trees,
Cool ocean breeze.
Fine lords and ladies,
Deep moats and drawbridges,
Mazes and aviaries.
Clan tartan kilts,
Claddaghs and celtic knots,
Blarney stone fable,
So, go 'Fighting Irish',
Gotta love what they say!
'Kiss me I'm Irish',
And have a happy St. Patrick's day!
Thursday, March 10, 2011
So, I'm just gonna get right into my writing exercise. Gonna take another shot at poetry. I found the following picture in the fantasy genre images. This image evoked a lotta thoughts.
Like a siren's song,
on a peaceful night,
her voice so sweet 'n' strong,
to a sailor's delight.
Upon the wind,
she entices them,
even the strongest of men.
Face like an angel,
smile like the sun,
voice like a bell,
eyes as blue as the ocean.
Far and wide,
she's known to all,
upon the tide,
she heeds their call.
When danger does befall,
they put their ear to the wind,
listening for their angel's call,
to guide them safely in.
Her love for them infinite,
protecting them as her own,
to the sea they will not commit,
she always guides them home.
I went for the good thoughts with this image -- wanted a positive message. Take care everyone.
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Now, write on!
My son gave me this strange picture, as you see below. This was a toughy, but here goes!
Seeing is believing, yet they do not see. Layers upon layers of intricate labyrinths lay beneath the surface, yet they blindly accept face value. Fogged with delusions, the careful existence of man staggers drunkenly in ignorance, giving credence to blighters and liars. The dawning of hope dashed by inconsistencies and confusion, they spin perilously close to the edge, yet desire to be saved.
It takes only one to raise questions...to infuse doubt in a belief system...to effect change. Do not fear the unknown. Hold fast to that which sets us apart. Do not dither, or willfully follow those who bury their head in the sand. Ardently strive for more. Never allow them to dissuade or belittle you. Forge a new path and others will follow. Dreams and ideas can never be contained. Hope and love can be slighted, but never completely extinguished. Life knows no boundries, except those that we allow. Believe in yourself, and they will believe in you.
Strong words...inspiring words, yet still they wait...for someone else to step forward.
I often wonder where my thoughts will go when I write from these images. And I have to admit, I am very often surprised by the results.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Check 'em out! Love it!!
Okay, let's get to the writin'!
The night lay heavy. Twin moons sparked brightly, almost blasphemous against an ebony sky. The seascape, strangely calm, lapped gently at the toes of his jackboots. The leather of his gloved hands creaked as he gripped the hilt of his heavy sword tightly against his thigh. His heart thundered beneath his ribcage. His breath quickened.
How long had it been since he'd seen those very spires cutting sharply into the clouds? Since he'd lain next to the woman who claimed his heart? Since he'd held his son? A lifetime ago...
Yet the rage in his soul was fresh; cultivated daily, hourly, every second that the blood coursed through his veins. He braced himself for the images that scored his brain and blurred his vision...their screams for him...their life's blood at his feet...the inhuman cries that ripped from his throat...
All that was good in him died with them, and in its place a darkness was born.
He turned and looked at the men behind him, their faces stark in the moonlight. Horses stamped and snorted and pawed at sand, dimpled with the foot and hoof prints of the many that awaited his command.
The time had come. And those who had taken from him would bear the brunt of his wrath. Would experience true fear. Would understand his agony. And...would breathe no more...
You know, I really struggled with this image for some reason. I had originally wanted to go with a sweeter love theme, but my words kept leaning towards lost love, so I stopped fighting myself and went with it. Maybe it's his body language, I'm not really sure. But this image had a story that was intent on being told, even if only a snapshot of that story.
Monday, February 28, 2011
Karagin would like to make it a yearly occurence...hmmmm...I like the sound of that.
On to the writin'!
Destination unclear to the naked eye,
Floating freely, weightless in the sky.
Desire to dream infinitely unaffected,
Focus of mind intensely perfected.
Inspiration true to form,
Ideology so easily born.
A gateway to a perfect place,
Leave far behind, the human race.
Time and space a veritable blur,
Peaceful message so sweet and pure.
But back to reality, one must come,
To the place that leaves one numb.
Body mired in fire and ice,
Soul mislead by fanciful entice.
Not to be fooled by beautiful dreams,
Nothing is ever as it seems.
I haven't written a poem in a very long time, especially the rhyming kind - they're tough! I have a re-newed appreciation for poetry.
Friday, February 25, 2011
Have I mentioned previously that I LOVE Jamaica?? Okay, maybe once or twice.
So, my son, Jay, really liked my previous writing exercise -- liked that it was different. He sent me a very cool image with the challenge: "Let's see what you come up with on this one, this is a handful." Hmmmm...what to do....what to do...
I fear the worst.
On their knees, my comrades pray to whatever Gods still remain. I find no comfort in their words.
I turn my filthy, blood-spattered face toward the heavens. The dawning light chokes and sputters in a dismal, sepia-coloured sky, taking with it the faint, flickering hope in my heart.
The earth, soggy and saturated with the blood of our fallen brothers, gives beneath our feet with a grotesque sucking sound. The screams of the dying chill me to the bone.
Walls of our once great city lay in shattered ruins all around us. Neighbouring cities turn their backs on us, for what had we done to bring such wrath down upon our heads.
We are all that remain.
The high-pitch howl of gulraths send shivers up and down my spine. Gulraths -massive beasts that moved upon hind legs and knuckles, like great apes. Hideous spikes protrude from distorted spines, rows upon rows of razor-like teeth and claws that could rip a man in two. The ground shudders as they near.
I flex my trembling fingers on the hilt of my battered sword. What good is steel against warlocks. I see the lighted tips of their staffs in the distance - too many to count.
Weak with hunger and no rest. The few against the many. Steel against magic and beast.
Yes, I fear the worst...
I can honestly say that a whole story could come from this image, Jay! Thank you so much for this one! Can't wait to see what you come up with next. :o)
Monday, February 21, 2011
My aunt cooked a huge meal - was sooo good! She followed it up with a desert called: 'monkey buns'....yup, I'm totally serious, that's what they're called. Basically, it's cinnamon bun dough made into balls and placed in a bundt pan and baked. Then covered with cinnamon and brown sugar drizzle and icing...oy. Actually, she wasn't done. It was my bday recently and she knows I love shortbread cookies - so she made me five dozen!
And, there's even more...
It was my mom's bday Sunday, so we had a little party. My daughter, Karagin, and I made her a card. Karagin drew an amazing picture (she's a fantastic artist and photographer and she's only 15!), and I wrote the inside. My mom loves stuff like that.
After all that family fun, I seriously need to get back to my running program!
I wonder how many calories typing burns.....let's find out!
Remarkable folly. Incredible feat. Unimaginable gateway.
Indescribable fascination. Copious generosity. Beautiful autonomy.
Practical thoughts. Impractical decisions. Inevitable repercussions.
Typical insight. Obscure scruples. Infinite power.
Strength displayed. Empathy displaced. Fear discerned.
Incredulous disgust. Phenomenal backlash. Force withdrawn.
Peace restored. Questions remain. Lesson learned?
Okay, I'm thinkin' I didn't burn many calories....dang.
Saturday, February 19, 2011
It's not like I haven't done public speaking, I did plenty when Pretty Pretty first came out. But, I just can't get used to it. I could join Toastmasters, there's chapter at my workplace, but I haven't been able to bring myself to do it yet.
So, why is speaking in front of people such a big deal? Why are we so afraid to look silly? I know I tell myself over and over that I don't care what others think of me -- but ultimately, I do. So, if I do public speaking more often, will it cure me of the fear? Okay, now I'm just breaking out in a sweat. I think this fear thing is gonna take a wee bit of work.
I'm gonna do my writing exercise to get my mind off it.
How vast life seems. I yearn for things that seem so far out of my reach. I have walked for miles, but the wind erases my footsteps, so I cannot remember where I've been or how far I've come. I tell myself, only one more hill and I will be where I need to be, but all I find is more hills as far as the eye can see. The sun beats down, relentless. I feel weak. Maybe, I could just rest here. But I fear if I fall to my knees, I will not stand again. I feel something deep inside propel me. I find strength where I thought I had none. I find love in the most unlikely places. My dreams will not be quieted. I will not fear the hills ahead; for they are my inspiration. I will touch the horizon. I will paint the sky blue. For all that I have ever needed has never been over those hills, it has always been within me.
Perhaps I've just answered my own question...
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Anyway, I discovered that my netbook's MS Office was only a trial version...ugh. I mean, it did warn me that the trial was coming to an end. Said some features would be unavailable...ummm, really?? The only feature that works is the window that allows you to purchase the "full version". Okay, so I'm thinking my idea of "some" and theirs must obviously be QUITE different. So, I wasn't able to work on my book last night. KC was not happy. :o(
I did, however, find a new image to write about. Yay! Check it out:
Roiling mist swirls around tree roots jutting raggedly from a dark, thick, mossy base. Sharp, earthy scents hover, mocking the senses. A dream-like state, eerily manifests itself with a headiness that makes one question one's sanity. Silence presses down with suffocating intent. Pinpoints of light battle with gloom for dominance. The ground feels like a living, breathing entity, moving with each step. He returns here...over and over. He needs to see her, if only in his mind. His heart, broken and bloodied. Why hadn't he said the things he should have? Regret burns like acid. Taken too soon. No more time. No rewind. A final chapter, remains unwritten...
I love how things evolve when I'm writing. When I started to write my impression of this image, it changed in mid-type and just...became. Awesome!
Monday, February 14, 2011
In the spirit of the day, I thought about writing something nice and sweet, then it hit me...
That's what everyone else is doing -- it's all about the unicorns and rainbows. :o)
I decided I wanna play devil's advocate. So I dug up an image that isn't very 'heart day' like...
Dark cupid...unfathomable phantom of the human psyche. Rising from fiery depths; the earth, scored and blackened. Fevered, filled with hunger, unmerciful. Stark, bony, garish features. Eyes, hollow. Wings, black as soot. Vile stench of evil. Torment dwells deep. Sadness emanates upon a haunting melody that lures shattered souls. Abundance of loneliness and despair on which to feed. Broken hearts of the fallen, relinquished with ease. Promises and lies, indistinguishable. Hope, wavering. Fall not to desolation. Fight, demand the legacy. Speak not with acrimony. Hold true to oneself. The journey, arduous. Strength, within. Love, powerful. Time, both an enemy and a saviour. Tire not. Falter never. Live…always.
Yup, this was short and sweet...like me! =D
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Since my last post, I worked on the edits a friend made to my second book. I have to admit that I was pleased that the tracked changes were minimal. I need to do a read thru now to see how well the changes flow, but so far it's looking good!
I kept thinking about my writing exercise today. I wasn't sure what I wanted to do, so I searched thru a bunch of images for one that would grab me. As I looked at each image, I realized that I'm really rather likin' the fantasy genre. The genre is kind of a stretch for me, which is something else these exercises have taught me -- I do all right when I push myself out of my comfort zone. Here's my latest:
Moonlight presses hard against tightly crossed branches; weak tendrils of light find victory only to get smothered by vapour coiling angrily across uneven terrain. Whispers hiss from shadows; filled with both despair and rage. Darkness solidifies, reaching out from crumbling masonry with bony fingers. Fear resonates, stinking of brimstone. Horror rises like bile, scorching and vile. Walls hide, but do not contain the blasphemous ugliness. Unceasing fires burn, but fail to destroy such evil. Only one, pure of heart, will crumble both stone and spire and expose the cursed to the light that it so fears.
Book time tomorrow. Gonna be great!
Ummm, okay...my little creeper is back again...