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NaNo: Anita's pain
Shyly smilinghips a-wig'ling
she'd catch my eye
every time that I was near
My foreign wife
alone at home
we'll always fight
every time that I went near
Son and daughter
fruit of my loins
they're always mute
every time that I am near
Wooing the girl
my life was good
a man again
every time that she was near
Then whispers reached
wife's angry ears
confronted me
the next time that I was near
- Vows to me you dare disrupt
Just because we've been at war?
Our marriage you dare corrupt
Just because you can have four?
every time that I was near
you'd scream we'd fight
you'd beat me down
my manhood lost
- Our marriage was not perfect
But ~you're~ guilty of neglect
It's our home that you have wrecked
Have you lost your intellect?
every time that I was near
you'd mock, insult,
ridicule, and
belittle me
- Thought you'd keep me unaware
You have treated me unfair
This tension I cannot bear
I never agreed to share!
every time that I was near
I would wonder
where's the woman
that I married
- Her or me, you'll have to choose
What, you thought that I would stay?
I'm all packed, even my shoes
Her or me, what do you say?
every time that I am near
you push me out
she pulls me close
my choice is her
- I thought as much, you bastard
Now, another choice for you
I have tickets, only two
Boy or girl, who stays with you?
To the other, bid adieu
Leave them both? Don't be absurd!
every time that I am near
she tends to smile
he tends to sulk
Anita stays
- Good riddance to you, ex-spouse
And I'm glad it's her you chose
Come on boy, we leave this house
Grab your things, do not oppose
Marrying anew
my life is good
a man again
every time that I am near
new wife smiles wide
producing kids
nothing missing
... Anita who?
= = = =
The above poem is brought to you by 3WW #CXII [corrupt, intellect, tension].
While this is written in the voice of her father (with "additions" by her mother), it's Anita who is an important character in my NaNo. Who she is, and how she is related to Jackie, well, you might have to wait for the book to find out, LoL!
And yes, considering the amount of time it took me to compose this, I'm gonna fit these 331 words into my novel somehow!!! :D
One final note: does it show that I was listening to Meat Loaf as i wrote this? :D
3rd Top 5 finish in 4 weeks!
What can I say? I am overjoyed! My thanks to everyone who enjoyed Jackie's Lament. Now to produce something worth sharing (and worth submitting!!) for this week...!! In the meantime, here's the official announcement:
Presenting the finest of the writer’s blogs by the bloggers who write them. Highlighting the top 5 posts as chosen by the November 14, 2008 WOOF Contest participants. Want in to join the next WOOF? The next contest ends November 21. Submit a link to your best writing post of the last 2 weeks using the form at the bottom of this page.
Poetry
- Daisy Bookworm - ?Fire and Water? - A poem looking at the contradiction of human emotion. Specifically a fiery temper and an icy heart.
- ~willow~ - ?NaNo: Jackie's Lament? - ... my NaNo main character does a bit of introspection ...
- Dragon Blogger - ?The Savage Woman? - Poem about a wild savage woman and trying to tame her heart.
Fiction
- H Benjamin Petrie - ?Father pt.1? - A father deals with bringing up his two daughters alone after the death of his wife.
Non-Fiction / Opinion
- JHS, Esq. - ?BlogBlast for Peace 2008: No Peace Without True Equality? - There can be no peace in the world until all persons are assured equality under the law, irrespective of their gender or sexual orientation. Sadly, the fight against discrimination must continue here in California in the wake of the November 4, 2008, election.
Brought to you by PlotDog Press with the Serial Suspense Screenplay "Intervention"
Other WOOF Contestants for 11/14/08
Fiction
- Alex McGaughan - ?Chapter 16: Really... Shut Up, Squishy? - This is chapter 16 of Children of the First, a serial webnovel. CotF follows Shawn, a Dragonblood college student in the fictional (no, really?) world of Khartan. There's magic, a little drama, and a whole lot of snark.
About Writing
- ~willow~ - ?!noitanillop-ssorc? - ... where I discuss three very different books and why they stand out in my mind.
Poetry
- Dragon Blogger - ?The Dragon and the Knight? - Poem about misjudging based on heresay, really good poem in my opinion.
- Dragon Blogger - ?Waiting For Your Return? - Twitter poem constructed from random words about missing someone when they are away.
- Dragon Blogger ? ?Will You Be There If I Fall?? - Poem about questioning if your partner will be there for you.
- Margaret Norkett - ?In My Life? - A poem about lifting myself out of depression and self-pity.
- Dragon Blogger - ?My Lady Is A Sports Car? - Passionate Poem Comparing A Girl To A Sports Car.
- Dragon Blogger - ?Loathing The World? - Poem from Twitter Contest, felt like writing a very dark poem. Crafted to include 7 random words.
- Dragon Blogger - ?What Have I Done?? - Poem about making a choice that you bitterly regret.
- Dragon Blogger - ?Afraid? - A poem about being afraid of life.
- Jennifer M Scott - ?Dancing Dust in Starlight? - Toothless piloting across the wasteland,/ clutching the fresh photographs only to come.
- Jennifer M Scott - ?Morality Sphere? - The moonless monastery sits cowering in eclipsed shadows.
- Jennifer M Scott - ?Nursery Rhymes for Children? - New nursery rhymes.
And on a related "yay!" note: within the past 24 hours, I have managed to produce over 5000 words for my NaNo project! And I owe most of the word production to WRITE OR DIE. If you're needing some motivation to just plain sit and frikkin write, you might benefit too! Enjoy :)
NaNo: more than halfway behind!
No, not an excerpt this time. Taking a little time out to1. moan ... last week I hardly wrote at all, such that by the time the 14th rolled around, I was at 14K words. Ugh, halfway behind. I'm slowly catching up. I really would like to make it to the 50K mark within this month. So send me positive and creative vibes, k? :) Oh, and procrastination-neutralizing ones too, LoL!
2. reflect ... how much of ~you~ is inserted into your tales? In my case, my main character, when she was human, is a copy of me. But she's how I think I would have turned out if things had turned out differently for my parents; if they had gotten separated/divorced [instead of faking it through a loveless marriage - they are still together, stuck in their rut...] and she had returned to Europe. Despite glossing over almost all details, and using only really broad brush strokes to depict this part of the tale, I was left drained, and a little guilty... after all, I took on the Willow Tree persona, utterly separate from my existing internet presence, in order to rant about my past. But if this piece makes it past the publishing stage,,, I'm already wondering how much I would need to / be willing to go back and self-censor in order not to ruffle the already utterly-ruffled feathers of my parents. But hey, that's a long ways away ... right now, just WRITE! :D
3. music ... Last year, I had my Rocky Horror Picture Show DVD running on repeat as I attempted to type away. This year, hubby's home, so I can't do that. Instead, I've turned to headphones and instrumental CDs. Gregorian Chants. Mozart. Peter and the Wolf. Apocalyptica. mmmmm, Apocalyptica. I only have like 5 tracks, but wow, Metallica by cello, awesome! :) I also tried using some "meditation music", but it didn't click. Tried a CD of bhajans/songs/chants, and found myself really enjoying what turned out to be the Hanumana Chelisa, despite not understanding a word of the Hindi? Sanskrit? So now I have that in one drive, and Apocalyptica in the other. ... I have to have *some*thing, otherwise hubby and the tv would be too distracting.
... so I've officially logged 18,678 words as of yesterday, and tonight I have at least another 753 to add. Slowly getting there... now enough with the blog post, back to writing!
NaNo: Jackie's Lament
[Fiction] Friday Challenge for November, 14 2008:Write about a Hunter?s Moon.
... and I'll also include this week's 3WW #CXI:blush quiver tenderness
Others have gone a-hunting
I too hunt, but a different prey
I dally under the fronds of the willow tree,
green dress undulating in the breeze,
almost luminous, reflecting the light of the Hunter's Moon.
Others ready their bows and arrows
I too ready myself, but all I need do is blush
I giggle under the fronds of the willow tree,
long black hair flowing in the breeze,
almost luminous, reflecting the light of the Hunter's Moon.
Others launch their weapons
I need only gesture invitingly
Their prey lie twitching and bleeding
Mine quiver in anticipation
Theirs know oblivion
Mine seek tenderness
Just as the others must gut and skin their now-dead chase
I too gut mine
but gloriously alive
I drink the terror
I drink the fear
I rip him open
And drink some more
Lifeblood pulsing
Ecstasy rising
As full as the moon
I float
I fly
As alive as I can ever be
beyond the fronds of the willow tree
green dress still undulating, black hair still flowing
Thus the others look up from their task and gasp
'Tis only me, my friends
Only me, and the Hunter's Moon
This kinda wrote itself.. not sure where or how it'll appear in my NaNo quite yet, but I do know that Jackie starts questioning her "nature" at ~some~ point, perhaps this'll be one of the products of her introspection...
NaNo: The Rescue
I'd like to share another (totally unedited) excerpt from my NaNo effort; this takes place after this (soon after Jackie's kidnapping) and before this (their return to The Keep). Here, Raseta and company are catching up with Jackie's kidnappers... be warned, my mind went down a slightly twisted path...!!- Jackie wished she did actually have eyes at the back of her head. As Timah, she had been told not to look back, to just hold on and look straight, so she had no idea who was leading the rescue mission, nor how close they were to their objective. Her only clue was Wiyoto?s ever increasing agitation, his glances over his shoulder that grew more and more frequent, a glimpse of his eyes showing more and more panic, then out of the corner of her eye she saw a sudden movement, and heard a painful neigh followed by a shrill scream as Lesmana?s horse collapsed, bringing him down, perhaps even falling on him. Timah?s face remained impassive, but Jackie practically hopped from foot to mental foot in glee. Very close now. Very close.
Lesmana was in pain. All he could see was a red haze of agony. His ears buzzed. He felt cold. So cold. He couldn?t move, maybe he was trapped under the horse, he didn?t know, his eyes didn?t seem to work, it was a fuzzy red haze.
Raseta turned to look at Chaia, but there was no need for words or gestures; Chaia knew what to do. She reined in her horse, and the spare that had been riding in tandem with hers. Dismounting easily, she studied the dying man trapped under the dying horse. First things first: taking out her dagger, Chaia whispered a prayer to Equinia, the Goddess of horses where she came from, asking for shelter and healing for the Goddess? child as he returned to her stables. A quick and deep cut later, the horse was bleeding out, soon dead. Chaia then turned her attention to the pathetic human.
Lesmana could no longer feel much of anything. His ears still buzzed, and he could blink his eyes for all the good it did him. He thought he might have company, was that a shadow in front of him? He tried to lift his hand to his face, to wipe at and shield his eyes, but the hand wouldn?t move.
Chaia could sense his pain and confusion. Slipping into his mind was easy. She just had to make sure she was out before he died. There wasn?t another psychster around to pull her out. She sent calming thoughts as she entered, then slowly changed the sending to that of a question, showing Jackie?s image, and observing what he thought of in response. Words were unnecessary. Flashes of images, flickers of emotions, they would do well enough. Again, another pulse of soothing?
Lesmana relaxed as he felt a blessed calm wash over him. So this is what dying is like, he thought. It?s not bad at all. Oh if only I could know that my wife and children had felt this way too before they died. That ponitanak? Why think of her? I don?t want to. Why oh why did I recognize her, that cursed day I went for supplies instead of Wiyoto? And why did I have to go and blab about it to Wiyoto? If only I?d kept my mouth shut. If only I?d insisted on Wiyoto going into town that day. If only?
Chaia was almost bowled over by the intense regret washing over Lesmana. He was a good man at heart, a man thrown into the orbit of the thug Wiyoto the day his wife and children had been killed, the entire village destroyed, that small village on one of the thousands of dots of islands claimed by Indonesia? Chaia smiled. She now had a location in addition to those memories of Lesmana?s first sighting and recognition of what he knew Jackie to be. The Master would be pleased indeed. How much she?d divulge to Raseta and the rest, she?d have to play it by ear. It all depended on how much information Jackie had gleaned on her own. Glancing up, Chaia looked to see how the chase was going. It looked like Everoth and Hinrak had joined the fray. Good. She?d be glad when this impromptu mission was over, valuable information for The Master notwithstanding.
Gripping the reins of her horse, Chaia hopped onto the spare horse, and cantered towards the action without another glance back. She had greater respect for horses than she did humans. Lesmana had a few more hours to die slowly, who was she to step in and change that? She was sure Jackie would approve. If nothing else, Jackie could feed on him once they retraced their tracks back to the Portal on Forty Flagstones. In the meantime, she?d left the human a little present. As moved as she had been by his genuine regret, he had participated in the kidnapping of one of hers. He would pay.
Lesmana twitched spasmodically, useless hands jerking this way and that as he tried valiantly to rescue his wife and children in his mind. But every time he burst through the door, he found them all alive despite the fire and smoke all around, but the joy would turn to ashes, just like the ashes that were falling down on naked skin, his wife and children writhing around each other, obscenely touching groping licking? but who was that in the middle of it all? Lesmana?s body would then twitch even more as in his mind he witnessed Wiyoto in the midst of it all, exulting in the degradation of Lesmana?s own family, and as he howled his anguish and prepared to pull them all off the man he thought was his friend, the scene would click! loop back to the beginning, Lesmana once again running helter skelter into the burning village, hoping to find his family safe, there was a safe place he could take them, and up the stairs he went, bursting through the door, and ? twitch twitch twitch over and over and over.
Chaia was, after all, an expert.
... like Mr Loaf sings ...
... two out of three ain't bad! Yeah, after two weeks in a row, my w.o.o.f entry last week (my NaNo excerpt) didn't make it to the Top 5 ... I'm not surprised though, because while I wasn't too impressed with my own submission this time around, ummm, did you ~see~ how many poetry pieces got submitted this time around? Yikes! I had a tough time voting, too many good ones to choose from!Here's the official announcement:
- Presenting the finest of the writer’s blogs by the bloggers who write them. Highlighting the top 5 posts as chosen by the November 7, 2008 WOOF Contest participants. Want in to join the next WOOF? The next contest ends November 14. Submit a link to your best writing post of the last 2 weeks using the form at the bottom of this page.
- Penelope Anne Bartotto - ?Never? - 100 words on being true to yourself.
- Robert Bourne - ?Shadowed Soul? - A poem of how I grew after years of hiding what was inside.
- Dragon Blogger - ?The Taste Of A Hamburger? - A poem based on a twitter contest where I write a poem based on random words. This one turned out to be a poem about a hamburger.
- Writing Nag - ?7 Ways to Keep the Passion for the Writing Life? - Like any relationship your writing life needs to be nurtured. Find new ways to fall in love with writing again.
- Mike Fried - ?Proud To Be An American? - The Writer's thoughts on the Presidential Election.
- Dragon Blogger - ?How Dare You? - Poem about rude, selfish, ignorant and bigoted people.
- Dragon Blogger - ?The Affair? - Poem about trying to survive an extramarital affair.
- Dragon Blogger - ?Fire Burning In My Eyes? - One Burning With Passion For His Lover.
- Dragon Blogger - ?This Is Sorrow? - Poem about being depressed and in a deep sorrow. Dragon Blogger - ?Don't Flush Away Your Dreams? - Poem about believing in yourself and your dreams.
- Dragon Blogger - ?Saving my Soul? - A poem about not knowing which path to take in life.
- Dragon Blogger - ?Sorry For Being Born? - Poem about feeling sorry for yourself.
- Jennifer M Scott - ?Halloween? - A poem about Halloween in acrostic.
- Jennifer M Scott - ?Haiku Series- Adventures at Wal-Mart? - A series of haikus written about my job @ Wal-mart.
- Jennifer M Scott - ?One November Night? - An avant-garde poem about loss of dreams.
- Salim Ogra - ?Improving Verbal English Speech Patterns? - Some ways to improve your english when you are talking.
- Amritbir Kaur - ?Reflection - a viewpoint? - How do we reflect upon our lives? Is our personality reflected in kind of life we lead? Read on...
- Harneet Singh - ?Dear God? - We should all pray to God that He forgives the humanity for the crimes being done by all.
- Jennifer M Scott - ?Raw Sex? - A 100 word story about the first time. An entry for the 100 word challenge, the word "switched".
- ~willow~ - ?RdMyNaNoNo? - I invite you to RdMyNaNoNo (Read My NaNo Novel), or an excerpt of it, anyway!
Poetry
About Writing
Non-Fiction, Philiosophical, Opinion Piece
Brought to you by PlotDog Press with the Serial Suspense "Intervention"
Other WOOF Contestants for 11/07/08
Poetry
About Writing
Non-Fiction, Philiosophical, Opinion Piece
Flash Fiction, Fiction
I totally ~have~ to add that reading Dragon Blogger's Taste of a Hamburger resulted in Jimmy Buffet's Cheeseburger in Paradise playing in my head for quite a while afterward - you have been warned! LoL!
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