It's November 1st! NaNoWriMo Time Again

I wasn't going to do it this year, but I signed up for NaNoWriMo again this year. This is because last week a new story popped into my head and I feel compelled to write it down. I've only a vague idea about where its going, but it is another one about Sarah and the strange houses she encounters. The working title so far is, The house that George Built. This is really back story, about when Sarah first realizes she has paranormal intuitions. Of course, it's all a part of the family curse, but then what isn't? At any rate, I expect to have fun with it.

Micro-fiction Story: Run

I ran like hell. Almost made it. The darkening sky took on an ominous tone. Naked trees became fluid, writhing silhouettes in the wind. Between gasps to fill my lungs with the hot air, I imagined that the branches were spelling druidic curses in the air. If only I knew the code. If only there was some magical way to understand the symbols and with a few, choice words mitigate the impending destruction.

And then I stopped. I understood. This was nature. This was cleansing on a grand scale, and this dirty old world deserved nothing less.

The rain came.

Pottery vs Writing -- Week 1

After just one pottery class, I've decided that there are many similarities between throwing pots and writing stories. Both are addictive. Both take a lot of practice time and effort to become accomplished. The end result, when done well, is engaging on many levels. There are, however, some significant advantages when learning the craft of clay versus that of writing.

Meditation Piece: The Flame

In our imagination all roads lead to an ancient town that caters to travelers such as us. Its dusty streets take us to the old section where the buildings blend with each other and the well-worn pavement. There is a narrow alley that you discovered a long time ago, although hardly anyone else seems to know of its existence. The doors are all closed and unmarked, but it is not difficult to pick out the small one made of oak planks that were ancient when the walls were new. You enter the dark space within quietly, reverently closing the door behind you.


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