TIME ON MY HANDS

The work scheduled for this entire week has been postponed. Oh, what shall I do with all that free time. Nothing else was scheduled. What’s scheduled gets done.

I think I shall write A LOT.

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BLUE RIBBON POETRY

A word to the wise

One would surmise

Would be sufficient

It isn’t.

I wrote this for a county fair in Apache County, Arizona. Won a blue ribbon. It was the first year I was not the judge for the creative writing ribbons.

It is something in my life that is a simple statement of what I have found to be true. Most folks just don’t take good advice. They don’t even listen to it. I remember walking up to the display after the judging to see what ribbons went to each piece entered. My joy leaped as I saw the blue ribbon on my four lines in the middle of one piece of paper. It was dashed somewhat when I heard a man say to his wife, “That’s the dumbest poetry I have ever read.” My heart leaped when the wife rebutted, “It’s you to a tee, my dear.”

Be blessed and write.

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A DAY

My wife said, “Why so pensive?”

I replied,
All it would take this day is for the President to say the wrong thing and this nation would break out in rebellion. I would hope peaceful, but still rebellion. Just imagine if the founding fathers came alive and met in a bar in Philly. What would they think? They missed one idea in the Constitution. That idea was that everyone in Government would disregard that glorious document at the same time and the people of America would be stuck with a terrible choice. I know what they would do. But, revolution would be a no holds barred, horror story covering the whole nation. Well, maybe not Alaska, and possibly Hawaii.

The Generals cannot rebel and form a junta. The President has carefully gleaned and anointed Generals that will do his bidding.

The troops will not rebel. They listen to the Generals. They love this country and want it to work.

Folks, it is time to stand on your own two feet and say, NO!!!!!!

I am totally surprised that our country is in the state it is in. Why is there no impeachment proceedings going on? Why are Hillary and the Bean Pole not in prison? Why is congress still the same people for the past 30 years? Why is THE DONALD running away with everything right now? Why does the House fund everything in front of it? Why does the Senate kiss the ring of the President?

Happy September 11. We have armed the Muslims that sent the terrorists 14 years ago. We have no become the greatest funder of terrorism on the face of the earth. WAKE UP AMERICA.

LOUD, LONG, AND LIVELY.

A PANTSER GOES PLANNER

They tell me there are two kinds of writers.

The first is the PLANNER. The PLANNER sits and thinks, writing down an outline of varying level of detail, and then writes the document. The PANTSER, on the other hand, just sits down and writes with a varying number of ideas in his/her head concerning the document.

I was a PANTSER, hardcore. Of my 10 fiction books, all where pantsed. I sat with a varying level of ideas and let my muse take control. My muse has been getting lazy. The last three tries at novels have ended up dead ended at the 20-30,000 word stage. My 10th novel, SAILOR, I published at the 30,000 word length and still think its a better book because of that.

Now I have three, 3, books in progress and all are trying to end way to soon.

So, I am going to try being a PLANNER. I will sit and world build, deepen my characters with all kinds of emotional and physical stressers, and drag it through the mud of the thesaurus until I come up with an outline.

Can that really be a way to write a book? I fight myself on this choice. It just isn’t natural, for me at least.

All I really want to know is which type pays best in personal satisfaction. If I were in this for the money, I’d be a joke.

Pray for me,

Now go write