Happy Writing New Year!
Happy Writing to everyone in 2019!
This is the year to get a little serious about my own writing. Yes, I know people look at what I’ve accomplished so far and say I’m already there, but honestly I’m not. But this year will be a different story. I’m going to really concentrate a little more on my own writing.
If you haven’t already heard, I’m going to revamp (bring back from the ashes) my first book. Before you roll your eyes, it’s going to be a lot different. Yes, I’m actually fixing it by recreating it from the ground up. Something most writers would cringe at. But what else can I do?
Over the few years I’ve started and stopped the rewrite, knowing the four book series needs to have more meat. I’ve worked it by using the main character and that just didn’t work. Past tense verses presence ran through my mind. Then multi-POV hit me only to flop as the characters became silly. The fix slapped me more hardly than a salmon across the face.
This year Sheila and I adopted another bundle of fur. Yes, we are now at the limit of three cats in the household. Why? Because they make us happy. Some of the funny things they do are so enjoyable that it is hard to not attribute human behavior to them.
Case in point – Samantha.
This picture is from the first year when we fell in love with her. The little bundle of fur shows the most interesting things to us from dramatic thoughts of not getting enough food to how she feels about traffic.
Don’t let her size or demeanor fool you, she is nothing but a big baby.
This cat will cry if she is not let out but will never leave the property. We tried to get her to come out of the back yard only to have her death roll as if a hot poker was jutting out of her side.
Yes, drama cat.
Very different from Charlotte.
This little calico jumps around and plays all day long. That is until she ties out. Then the only thing she wants to do is sit down on a blanket and snooze.
Out bundle of fur here has been known to sneak out when you’re not looking, hide in the garage, and dash through the door when it opens. She will then proceed to trounce across the street in recluse abandon without a care in the world. Some times it takes us hours to find her and other times only a few minutes, but the laughter of how she runs knows no end.
This is why we have them in our lives. The little furry beings we love so much bring joy and happiness, but ultimately heartbreak. They last so short of time but touch our hearts.
It is the reason we have our “children” and spend so much time with them. They are the ones who accept us and allow us to laugh at ourselves more than anything else.
Flash Fiction Mania!
For those of you wondering, yes, I’m still happy writing flash fiction. Some of my work makes eyes water or spines rattle, so to those who enjoy small stories there is something knew out there. They are called Atom Bombs.
These little snippets of words must convey a story in 100 words or less. They entertain without making you wonder when they will end. The enjoyment of them will make people smile, but rest assured there is something to say about having such a low ceiling for writing.
So, without further ado, here is the latest in writing:
Seven fires light the forest.
Seven women dance around.
Seven years have passed.
Seven months have gone by this year.
Seven hours into the day.
The dance of the wikka moves the power of the forest through each.
Tall, short, skinny, fat. They all undulate to a song only they may hear.
Patterns flow from fingers and toes. What once was old morphs through the dance. Chant the magic of the forest. Power builds as the fires die. Wrinkles smooth and swollen joints shrink. It is the time of renewal.
The last one leaves young, re-joining the world.
The above story is sent for your enjoyment. If you like it, let others know. If you don’t, maybe drop me a line through the contact me of my website and let me know.
As always, happy writing – see you soon.