Wednesday Works: A Cold Front in White

Ten years of friendship,

Three years of dating,

One year engaged,

It’s all lead to this:

 

My wedding day.

 

I should be ecstatic.

I’ve thought of this day since I was a child.

Six years old, playing with Barbie and her perfect specimen Ken.

Her dress was always perfect,

So is mine.

It’s the day of my dreams,

Everything is perfect.

 

A panic has set in.

 

From a few simple words,

Dripped from the mouth of a hungover bridesmaid.

“I’m glad I’m here at your first wedding.”

I try to calm myself,

She didn’t mean it that way.

But the more I think about it,

The more I:

 

Panic.

 

Most weddings end in divorce as it is.

Most couples spend thousands and thousands.

The flowers,

The cake,

The venue.

Only for it to all end in a piece of paper,

One that means the end to their love.

 

What if he and I are the same?

What if we’re just a statistic?

What if it’s all a lie?

A pretty lie we tell all of our friends and family

For one day,

And then nothing is the same after?

 

Do I dare take that risk,

Knowing it might end in

One year?

Three years?

Ten years?

 

Yes.

I do.

Wednesday Works: “Summer Camp”

Dear Mom,

I know you’re upset I’m here and not out in the world making something of myself. I know I made mistakes and you might not even open this letter once you see it’s from me, but I’m writing you anyway.

I’m not writing you asking you for money or sympathy or anything like that. I’m writing you to tell you what a good person I’ve become. How I’ve changed.

Remember when I was a kid and always wanted to go to summer camp? How I begged you to get me bunk beds, even though it was just you and me. Well, now I have bunk beds and a whole bunch of roommates. It’s just like summer camp most days. Except we’re all locked inside and haven’t seen true daylight in weeks.

Some guys here even years.

But don’t worry about me. Three months in here will be nothing. I have a bunk bed with my bunk mate, I have a warm shower whenever I want it. Everyone in the dorm here is nice enough. We all take care of each other in here.

The food could use some work and the hours, but I’m happy here. I’m happy for now.

Hopefully when I get out, I can prove to you that I’ve changed. Maybe I can get a job and you and I can really go camping, like I always wanted when I was a kid.

Greetings from “Summer Camp”,

Bobby Joe

Inmate #987341

Wednesday Works: Up In Smoke

When they were younger and the relationship was new, fun and exciting, they had started making origami stars, writing dreams of the future inside them.

“When we’re married, we’ll open one a month and do whatever’s on it.”

It had seemed like a great idea at the time. A way to keep the magic of their relationship alive forever. A way to keep the love between them exciting, even though at barely seventeen and a month into dating, they still hadn’t said those words yet.

For three and a half years, they created the origami stars with wishes and dreams written inside. Through high school drama, senioritis, college admissions and refusals, community college, they created stars.

A month before his twenty-first birthday, he died. A fluke accident. Something had gone wrong with the brakes and it had been raining. He couldn’t stop and drove straight into a billboard on the freeway on the way to see her.

For weeks, it felt like they had died with him too. All the light had left them and they rarely smiled.

His birthday was a somber occasion. They spent it alone in the dark of their bedroom, having gathered all the origami stars they had made. The dreams that could never be.

A single candle burned.

One by one, they began to open them.

One by one, they began to burn them.

One by one, they went up in a puff of smoke.

All the dreams they’d held so close, went up in smoke so easily.

What I’ve Learned: Participating in a Flash Fiction Writing Challenge

For the first time, I competed in a Flash Fiction writing contest. Flash Fiction is not really my style, since I enjoy writing long novels of over 100K and working on long short stories of upwards of 5K or more. Still, I decided to challenge myself and see what happened.

A little background on the contest and the rules. The NYC Midnight Flash Fiction writing challenge takes place over 48 hours, starting a few minutes before Midnight on Friday night and finishing a few minutes before midnight on Sunday. Competitors are given a genre, a location and an object and must write a story under 1000 words.

Here’a what I’ve learned (from round one)

I really enjoy having a hard deadline.

For a long time, I’ve been under my own dedlines. I have been a procrastinator all my life and to have a deadline set by someone else (and 48 hours at that!) was quite refreshing. To have consequences if I didn’t follow through was a powerful motivator.

I’m learning more about craft than I thought I already knew.

When handed a genre I wasn’t familiar with, I had to do a little research and find what worked and didn’t work for me. I was given a genre I don’t usually write in, or write in exclusively and it was interesting to feel like a brand new writer again and release an few things.

Working on something complete new is rejuvenating

I’ve been working on the same novel series, and editing book one for what feels like forever. It was refreshing to take a step back and work on something completely new, and short and quick.

Handwriting is best for first drafts.

When I started writing, it was all on paper. I didn’t have a smart phone or even a computer. It was nice to return to my roots and get the messy first draft out on paper, then edit it on paper. A physical copy makes a big difference, feeling the letters form from your hand is a powerful feeling.

1000 words is a lot and a little when each and every one of them counts.

1000 words or less. When I first read that I thought “How the heck can anyone tell a full and complete story in 1000 words or less?!” As I started writing and trying things out, I realized a decent story can be told in 1000 or less if you plan each and every word to work harder and choose words that are powerful. In the end, I like where my first round piece ended up, but there was so much more I wanted to say, but couldn’t. I had to stick with what I knew to be the most powerful and pack the most punch in the approximately 980 words it ended up being.

The results are still pending for round one, but either way, I am proud of myself!

 

Wednesday Works: Unwanted Invader

Write from a stream of consciousness POV. Someone’s life is about to change in three minutes

After an hour and a half in handcuffs, and not the fun kind, I’m finally released from them and poked and prodded and searched by a tiny little thing in a uniform that’s too big, doing a job she’s too soft for.

Once they’ve determined I’m not bringing in drugs or weapons or bombs or guns (their words, not mine) even though I’ve told them countless times I have nothing on me but a pack of cigarettes, I’m finally sent to the nurse in a tiny room with a toilet behind a brick partition, a concrete bench and the nurse, looking like she could use a coffee or five, and maybe a shot of vodka.

I would kill for one right now. My high is slowly dying and I know I won’t get another one for a few hours. Maybe even a few months if they find out about what I’ve been doing since I was last in custody here at the fine county jail.

Nothing much changes in the months since I’ve been here. In and out since I was a kid, barely eighteen and hooked for multiple charges over the years. Misdemeanors at first, a few citations, a few months in (Thanks probation!) but I always found a way to get myself out.

The medical questions were always the same.

“Could you possibly be pregnant?” I shake my head. Even if I was, which I have never been thankfully, I wouldn’t be for long. That life will never be for me.

“I need a urine sample,” the nurse says, handing me a plastic cup and pointing me toward the toilet with no privacy. It’s a real sausage party in the other room, but I’ve done worse things for money, or a hit, or approval.

I give it to her, after several seconds of shooing away the anxiety around peeing around other people. There’s no place to wash my hands, just one ply toilet paper on a shelf in front of me, the kind where it takes half the roll to feel like you’ve made any progress wiping.

She dips it in front of me, not for drugs, at least not yet, but for an unwanted invader. The strip is tiny, the nurse tries not to wrinkle her nose at the smell of what has come from me. I can’t even begin to name the color as the nausea from coming down begins. I haven’t been hydrating during my benders.

Then we wait for what seems like an eternity, even though I know there’s nothing there.

The nurse looks down at the strip and then back to me.

“Congratulations,” She says, her tone flat. She doesn’t mean it. “You’re pregnant.”

July Results and August Goals

July has been one hectic month, but thankfully it is finally over. Here are the results:

•Camp NaNoWriMo

I managed to get a total of 35,140 for the month of July and hit my goal of 35K, but just barely.

•Flash Fiction Contest

The first round is complete and submitted, even though it was terrifying to try something new. Keep a look out for a full post on that later.

•Finish Edits on Book One of the series.

I made excellent progress in my editing goals this month, but the book still isn’t totally finished. I got stuck in the middle yet again, but I’m extending my deadline one more time. Unfortunately, this will not be the last round of edits like I had hoped, but it’s getting closer.

•Continue to blog

A few things have come back, and are appearing here and there. I’m working on building a better schedule, so stay tuned.

August Goals

•Finish edits on book one.

I’m only giving myself until August 15th to finish these edits. Four chapters to go!

•Flash Fiction Contest

Round Two is the end of August and I’m super excited for it.

•Reading at least one book

Recently, I’ve begun reading more and I have forgotten how much I’ve enjoyed it. Stay tuned, there may be a few book reviews coming up.

•More Blogging

This should be a given, but I have a lot of things to blog about and I’m going to get more out there.

Stay tuned for more!

Wednesday Works: Resistance

The church bells all were broken. No sound traveled through the air as the earth rocked, the foundations cracked, the people trembled. Where the people had silently prayed to hear sounds of hope, only silence remained.

They had hoped it a simple earthquake, but as the tremors continued with increased frequency, they realized their mistake. Buildings had crumbled, sidewalks cracked, glass shattered. No shreds of hope left in the once beautiful streets. Everything they had once cared for had been destroyed.

“I am your god now,” the creature hissed through its jagged teeth, taller than any skyscraper they could ever erect, larger than any part of the forest they could destroy to expand their once booming city. A mass of bones and teeth and rot and ruin, with a voice darker than the night.

The people instantly bowed down low, their eyes on the ground.

The church bells all were broken, but one young girl stood amongst the kneeling. One small voice in the hush of millions.

“No.”

June Results and July Goals

Another month here and gone!

Results for June:

  • FInish Edits on Book One of the Series
    • Unfortunately, I did not finish edits this month. There was too much to do, and simply not enough time. I have extended this goal into July.
  • Write one short story
    • I did not write a short story this month, even though I wanted to and had several ideas. Self care came first this month.
  • Prep Ghost House Heart for Continuation in July
    • My plans for Camp NaNoWriMo have changed. I’m putting GHH on hold again and working on edits and additions for the first book of my fantasy series.
  • Continue to Blog
    • Wednesday Works are back!

I did make good progress on a lot of smaller projects, but didn’t quite finish anything. I read two books this month, which I haven’t read a novel all the way through in quite a while.

Total: 11,683

Goals for July:

  • Camp NaNoWriMo
    • 35K, but I’m sure there will have to be more words than that if I’m planning on finishing edits.
  • Flash Fiction Contest
    • I signed up for NYC Midnight’s Flash Fiction Contest. It’s new and exciting!
  • Finish Edits on Book One of the series.
    • Everything is outlined and ready to go. Just need butt in chair and hands on keys.
  • Continue to blog
    • Slowly but surely, things are coming back and there are new things on the way!

Wish me luck!

Wednesday Works: One Word per Sentence

Beeps.

Ringing.

Underwater.

Pain.

Pressure.

Ringing.

Can.

You.

Hear.

Me.

Now?

…No.

Wednesday Works: You’re Fired

Pink slip.

I told them to fire me rather than my buddy who can’t speak his mind. They were gunning for him, but I couldn’t let them. He’s got a wife and a kid and another one on the way. I got nothing, but me myself and I.

I had to do it.

Now, I can expose them for all the lies they’ve been hiding from corporate.

Let the games begin…

What I’ve Learned: Editing (Part One)

This past month, I began editing the first novel in my series. I’ve edited this piece before, but with kid gloves. The first time, I wasn’t ready to cut and maim and kill my darlings. This time, I’m back with a vengeance and murdering sections left and right to make it a cohesive narrative.

Here’s what I’ve learned so far.

Sections get Crossed Out

The way I originally wrote this novel, in the third draft when I had all of the pieces I needed, I added a whole section of flashbacks in each chapter that now, reading through, is basically useless. Don’t get me wrong, I love these characters in the flashbacks and their journey, and it does lead up to the reasoning for some of the characters actions, but to pull the reader out of the current events and into a flashback just wasn’t working. Maybe in the future there will be a use for them. (Maybe a companion novel?)

Sections get Moved

When I wrote this novel, I wrote the two viewpoints and the two worlds as complete separate chapters. Editing through, I’ve realized things are happening at the same time in the narrative and they need to be closer. Chapters are melded together, events are moved to make more sense in context of the other perspective. Things even get moved up or pushed back depending on where they make the most sense.

Sections, Pages and Full Chapters get Deleted Without Mercy

When writing a novel, especially with a quickly approaching deadline, scenes get added in that potentially never lead anywhere. In editing, now that I know where the novel is essentially going to end up, I can look at each scene and ask “Is this important to the plot, either in this book, or another in the series?” If not, or if it’s just awkward, it gets axed. No questions asked. There is one scene so far that I can think of that was just complete cheese and not necessary. The character had already said her piece and to have her come back, with no real reason, was just wrong.

It’s Not a Linear Process

For the most part, I am a very linear writer. Chapter one all the way through until the end of the book. This hasn’t always been the case for editing. This edit is a weird one, because I’m essentially editing one section, rewriting another one and completely getting rid of a third. To jump between editing and writing and back and forth so many times in one chapter is tiring. So I’m switching back and forth every few days. The editing is the easy part. The rewriting is hard.

Sections Return from Previous Drafts

I’m rewriting some of the draft, but some of the scenes of a particular section are coming back from a previous draft. I have rewritten this novel so many times since it had never been quite right. I’m thankful I’ve kept those old drafts, because there were certain sections that were gold and will appear in the final edit.

Organization is HUGE

When I started edits, I underestimated how many sections would be in this novel. With each page break being a new letter of the alphabet, since I was reorganizing it all, I quickly ran into multiple letters and numbers which was a huge headache. I was only halfway through Chapter Four with section titles like FF and if I continued, I might have the whole alphabet in sections by the time I reached the end. So I simplified from going through the alphabet multiple times, to just however many sections were in that chapter. From multiple letters to 1A, 1B etc.

I’m barely halfway through my edits for this book, with my deadline at the end of this month, but these are all the things I’ve learned so far.

Stay tuned for Part Two!

Wednesday Works: Little Earthquakes Poetry

This is a poem I posted on twitter in response to a podcast back in August of 2019

I want you to be proud of me,

See the change I’ve made.

I hope your heart melts

When you see me riding in,

On those white horses.

But instead,

The drifts get deeper as I drown,

In utter embarrassment.

Wednesday Works: Sappy Poem For a Loved One

To you,

The man I’ve known since we were children,

The one who has grown up into such a wonderful man:

With you, the days fly by in laughter and sweet kisses.

The nights glide by with sweet nothings and delicious delights,

With you, the companion of my dreams.

When we’re apart, I crave you.

When we’re together, I yearn for your smile, your touch, your laugh.

I long to be seen by you.

I long to dance with you deep into the midnight hours,

Hold you in the early mornings before the sun comes up.

I crave to be with you, even when we simply be and nothing else.

There are so many words I can try to put down,

But it will simply never be enough.

But I think you know what I’m trying to say.

May Results and June Goals

Here we are as one month wraps up and another begins. May was a productive month (for the most part). Here’s how I did:

Results from May:

  • Continue Ghost House Heart
    • 443 words added
  • Start editing previous books in the series.
    • I started with book one and got a total of 19,911 words (more about the editing process later)
  • Write 30,000 words of anything.
    • Completed the May Blog Challenge in the 31 days I set forth to do it: 3,050
    • Typed up a handwritten short story from February: 3626

Total: 27,030

Goals for June:

  • FInish Edits on Book One of the Series
    • I’m about 20% through and have a direction, all I need is time to sit down and actually do the work.
  • Write one short story
    • With editing going on, I find I need to stay focused in that world for the time being. Short stories don’t take me out for too long and let me write through the angst of editing.
  • Prep Ghost House Heart for Continuation in July
    • May wasn’t a good month to continue the novel, so I’m pushing it off until the next session of Camp NaNoWriMo in July.
  • Continue to Blog
    • I have some great ideas for June. Certain things are coming back.

June is here and I have a lot of goals to smash. Wish me luck!

Day Thirty-One: Astonishing

When he opened his eyes and found himself still alive, it was astonishing. His brothers had dared him to jump, told him he would see all the wonders of the world in the three seconds it took for him to hit the water. He had foolishly believed them.

He held his breath and expected to hit the water hard, denying their claims of what he would see. There was no way all the wonders of the world could be seen in three seconds.

When he came up and took a breath, he saw them.

Day Thirty: Energy

She held a different kind of energy like he had never seen or felt before. When the oracles had told him he would know the woman as soon as he saw her, he hadn’t believed them.

But the woman was so magnetic, he knew he would have to go back to the oracles and fully apologize for his foolishness.

“Excuse me!” He said, following her over to the bar, where she waited for a drink. “The oracles told me you would be my destiny.”

She laughed. “The oracles told me you would be my first kill.”

Day Twenty-Nine: Graduate

Graduating is a big deal. We are in the season now where high school seniors are graduating, College seniors graduating from all kinds of majors. Those are huge accomplishments.

Let’s take the time to look at the smaller of graduations. Pre-K graduating to kindergarten. Hospital inpatients graduating to rehab and beyond. Most of these are small steps to most, but HUGE accomplishments to others.

If you know anyone graduating, reach out to them and congratulate them. It might not seem like a lot, but it is a big deal.

Day Twenty-Eight: Chop

The nickname was unfortunate, but only for reasons she knew. To everyone else, it was tough, butch, manly, inspired fear into the hearts of any man that crossed her in the bars and clubs.

Chop. Like Chop Shop, or so everyone assumed.

She didn’t have the heart to tell them it was because her brother had called her Porkchop when they were kids. The nickname had stuck, before his unfortunate motorcycle accident.

He didn’t recognize her anymore, but the nickname still stuck to her like glue.

Day Twenty-Seven: Rock

A spur of the moment, once in a lifetime chance where he had asked her out to a rock concert.

There was no way she would show up. She was head ballerina. He had tried to woo her after her performance, and there was no way she was going to show up to a dirty dingy bar on the other side of town.

“You are rock and roll to me.” He stared as she stood there, not looking anything like a ballerina. “I heard it in a song once.”

Day Twenty-Six: Poor

He sits on the sidewalk of the busiest streets, full of life and busy people. He holds a cardboard sign, weathered by the elements and age. His cardboard sign has a simple message:

Free Your Mind

Most people look at him with disgust, think he’s a poor man who’s lost everything as they pass him, hoping not to touch him. You see him, and he sees you.

He’s free, and now so are you.