All last week I was on holidays! And it was awesome. Spent the week at a cottage at Grand Beach, MB. Strangely, we had a heat wave at the beginning of the week, and then it cooled right down and it was cold! I really can't complain cuz the charming, warm weather has returned, although not at the heat wave magnitude. Not sure how I feel about that… =)
I don’t know how many people know this about me, but I love to run. And I woke up every day on my holidays at 6:30 a.m. just so I could beat the heat. My running route was along the water on the beach. I love running on the beach. There’s nothing like it.
I’m back at work this week, but working towards yet another week of holidays, next week. Très sah-weeeet!
So I have discovered that I am truly crazy about Twitter and have become a wee bit addicted. Okay, okay, I’m a lot twaddicted. Wow, it’s worse than I thought… Anyway, tweeting is always on my mind now. Everything I do, or see, or hear, or say, is fodder for my next tweet. My friends may wanna keep that in mind. Hee hee. =D
So my new writing exercise is based on my thoughts around the fantasy genre image I chose. It was really difficult to go in only one direction, cuz my mind was buzzing with this image. Check out the exercise and enjoy!
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This past weekend was amazing! Sunny sunny sunny! Love it! Except, I have no sense and didn't wear sunscreen, so now I pay. Sunburns suck...I'm just sayin'. Got in some moat-time, walks and runs, even a fun afternoon with one of my best friends at Starbucks. Life is good.
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!
The night scores the earth with darkness. Tiny tendrils of light scratch at the gloom, desperate to crack the sky. Darkness bleeds into every crevasse, trying to wipe out the light entirely, but the dawn prevails. Silence stretches over the lands, blanketing the battle cries, the screams of pain, the moans of the dying. It is stifling. The eyes behold the horror – a bloodbath. So many lost souls. Lost fathers, brothers, sons. Bones, bathed in blood are scattered to the four corners. A feast for scavengers. A sight no eye should ever see.
Prayers to the Gods have failed us. We have been forsaken. My heart is weighted. My body weary. My mind, numb. I fear I will never feel again – for I am wiped clean. My hands, sticky with blood, seem foreign to me. I wield a sword. I hack. I cleave. I remember not. My ears ring from the clash of steel. My eyes burn with death and dying. I am a man without a soul. It lies at my feet, thrashing about it the blood-soaked mud. I care not to save it. For a man with a soul, is a dead man. He who hesitates, dies. Yet, do I truly live? The answer evades me.
I love writing so much. I love the way I feel as the words flow through me and into the keyboard. Life is good.
My mother's day was awesome! My kids spoil me. My son took me to see the movie: "Thor", and my daughter baked me an amazing cake with palm trees, a blue ocean and lil Jamaican dudes dancing. I am so blessed. =D
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
My daughter, Karagin, and I went to the spa last week. It was sooooooo amazing. We got the signature pedicure. Talk about getting pampered! We arrived a 6 p.m. and didn't leave until 9 p.m.! The beautiful pedicure was just the icing on the cake. We got big fluffy robes, a leg and foot massage, numerous different kinds of treatments like deep leg and foot moisturising and hot paraffin wax treatment for the feet, just to name a couple. There's yummy snacks and tea or water, or even wine if you'd like to buy a glass. There's even these little cabanas surrounded by sheers that you can recline in while your pedicure dries. Oh! Did I mention you get a massage?! Oy! :o)
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.
