Years Later
Topic: Years Later
There's no law that says how something must be done. I'm of the opinion that as long as the job gets done and no one gets hurt, it doesn't matter how it is accomplished. Of course, the definition of hurt is relative.

I've finally got some constructive feedback on some poetry I wrote last month. I copied the comments into an email to myself just so that I wouldn't lose them. I was actually ready to believe there was nothing wrong with the poem. I'm so glad I had a second set of eyes looking out for me.

I've gone back and revised or re-written poems from my high school days. Once I knew how wrong they were, it was relatively easy to pick up where I left off all those years ago. Hopefully, this last revision will only take me a couple of days rather than a couple of years.

Happy weekend all!

Back on Track
Topic: Back on Track
Every so often, it is okay to go off on a tangent. We need variety and spice and everything nice. It provides us with a treat or retreat. Eventually, though, we need to get back on track.

I reread the chicken soup guidelines the other day. I think I will read them a couple more times and then tackle Mike's story again. I need to watch my word count as well as follow the instructions. I do want to include the poem I wrote after the story. I have to also change the names in the story. If anyone has any ideas for replacement names for Mike and Austin, I'm all ears.

Even though yesterday was totally out of character for me in this blog, I wrote a poem about death after that entry. We find our inspiration in all sorts of circumstances. This was doubly true last night. Sometimes we just need to write about what's going on around us. Unless something untoward happens in the near future, maybe we can put the morbid thoughts to bed.

It may be that I need to line up another project for when chicken soup is done. Since I really don't have one in mind, I'm in no hurry to finish it. Also, Saturday will be one month since I made my last submission to an online ezine. I haven't heard a thing. Of course, some people have been waiting for two months, so I suppose I shouldn't complain.

We'll get back to business tomorrow. In the meantime I'd like to wish anyone reading a happy and lucky Friday the 13th. The last time we had a Friday the 13th in May, I was laid off from a job at the hospital where I'd worked for almost 14 years. We did, of course, get two weeks notice prior. Let's not have anything like that this time.

Can't Win
Topic: Can't Win
People are dropping like flies around here. Every time I turn around someone has lost a cousin or a brother. Two people I know have recently traveled to Pennsylvania for funerals. One fellow employee was shot in the head by her husband weekend before last. Another is brain dead from a stroke last night.

It doesn't matter how old you are. Death can be waiting for you around the next corner. So, why are we sitting on our asses extending an invitation? It is time to think of ways to make ourselves less attractive to the grim reaper.

I was looking for the obituary of the brother of my old supervisor. I had no idea what her maiden name was. I went to Cleveland.com and came up empty. There were many souls listed that were a ripe old age, in their 80s and 90s. In between these entries was a 32 year old father of two. Depressing.

I later found out this man was living in Erie, PA. I did a search for Erie, PA, obituaries and found a newspaper site. I still didn't have a name, but I found him under the Zs. This man was 50 years old. Rumor has it that he suffered a massive heart attack during an epileptic seizure. You just never know.

I urge you to change something in your life today. I don't want to be doing any more searches for obituaries. I have enough trouble trying to locate people in my family tree; I don't need any recent deaths to deal with for now.

Amazing
Topic: Amazing
I think it is pretty amazing how much we feed off each other. I wrote a poem the other night about people in relationships growing complacent. It may well have been the result of a round robin I'm in since there is no truth to the poem. The round robin started with something of a romantic poem. We have progressed a bit from unrequited love to affairs and when it came to be my turn, the poem I had written was perfect for where the group was heading. I used it. Its one of those things that if the shoe fits, wear it.

I also had a crap day at work yesterday. I was totally nonproductive and was ready to pull my hair out. With that and some other stuff going on, I wrote a poem about silence and avoidance. That poem sparked a responding poem on another blog. My reaction was "WHOA!" Amazing.

Yet another poem I wrote, I can't pronounce or spell the form, was in response to people not leaving comments when they visit. I guess you could say that I have been busy feeding off one thing or another. So, of course, there is a lesson to be learned in all of this. Reading can supply inspiration. Read other's poems and blogs. Comment every so often too while you're at it.

Abyss
Topic: Abyss
I have a goal to write something memorable. I'm tired of watching my work sink into the abyss with little will to live. I refuse to believe that my writing is just okay. I definitely need to find a new audience.

I believe the art of writing requires many such adjustments. We may adjust our writing styles, our subject matter, and where we market our finished product. The key is finding the balance in all things. What is it they say, moderation in all things? Curbing what we do may also curb the reactions we receive.

Moderation is not the answer. I say we go for all things whole heartedly. Of course, we may be setting ourselves up for rejection, but consider the possibility of not being rejected. What happens when we are successful? Is that the end? Of course not. Success is only the beginning. Success is something to continually strive for in our lives. If we are successful once, we are likely to want to be successful again.

Go for it!

Updated Draft
Topic: Start of Another Draft
When you see Mike and Austin together, you just have to smile. They are so different. Mike is tall, dark-haired, lanky and quiet. Mike wears glasses. Last time I looked, though, he was not sporting a pocket protector. He does have a heart of gold, though. Austin is short, blond-haired, outgoing, and independent. Of course, Austin is only five years old so he has an excuse for being short. Just like salt and pepper, when you find one, you expect to find the other. I feel privileged to have Salt and Pepper as my neighbors.

Our building has four apartments, two on each floor. Mike and Austin have the other apartment on the first floor. The apartments are long with a hallway that runs the full length from the living room to the dining room. Kids love this hallway, it is their runway. I take pleasure in hearing Austin come home from day care. He tears down that hallway as if he’s impatient to see everything he missed during the day. I hear him through the walls and say “Austn’s home!” I don’t see my neighbors often, but will always gravitate to my back door if I hear a child’s voice on the porch. I’m considering calling Austin my little leprechaun since he was born March 17. Maybe he’ll lead me to the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.

Austin joined our neighborhood almost three years ago. When his mother died unexpectedly, his uncle, Mike, took him in. Austin’s father was in prison for crimes against Austin that are too horrible to recount. Mike became his world. It was obvious the feeling was mutual. From the very beginning of this newfound relationship, Mike decided to adopt his nephew. In March of this year, he succeeded in his quest.

Since I don’t have children of my own, I rather “adopted” Austin. Every time I got a toy in a box of cereal, or with the purchase of another product, I put it aside for him. At Christmas, I would buy him some coloring books and crayons. They were always little things, but to Austin, they meant something. Now, though, when he sees me he wants to know if I have any presents for him. I think we need to break the cycle just a bit.

Mike got sick a few months back. When his car didn’t move for several days, I finally knocked on his door to see what was going on. After several weeks of illness, he was diagnosed with mono. Since he was very weak, Austin was spending some time with other family members out of town. He and Mike spoke daily on the telephone; but it was the first time they had been apart in two years. It was hard on both of them. Such is the trial of single parenting. Fortunately, Austin seems to be quite hardy. Aside from the scar that was a souvenir from his father, he’s quite a healthy little boy.

Twenty Minute Test
I read an article yesterday that made so much sense. We've talked previously about setting aside a specific time each day to write. This goes one step better. Say you really are not in the mood to write today, take the twenty minute test. After twenty minutes, if you're still of the same mindset, quit. Otherwise, you've written for twenty minutes and you might as well keep going.

I thought this was great! Twenty minutes isn't so long that you feel you're wasting precious time. Twenty minutes is only a small slice of your day. The idea, though, is that once you actually start doing it, you'll do more. That way, too, on those days where you really aren't in the mood and quit after 20 minutes, there's no need to feel guilt.

I don't know how many of us really feel guilt for not writing, but still. Give it 20 and if it doesn't work, you've still done something. There's also the idea that if we do things in smaller pieces, we have more chances of feeling a sense of accomplishment. Some days, the accomplishment will be to last the 20 minutes.

Next time you're not in the mood to do something, take the twenty minute test. You might surprise yourself. This could work for anything including exercising...

Rambling On
Topic: Rambling On
Things are not always as they seem. Let’s hope this is true because they seem pretty dreary. I guess since spring is here, other avenues seem more attractive. There is more daylight, more sunshine, and maybe even more happiness. Yet the world is still full of the same unhappy people that lived yesterday. Have you ever wondered why unhappy people try to make everyone else feel the same way? This is something that bothers me.

While I, personally, might not be a happy person, I am more or less content. I know that contentment is not I word I want to use about myself for long. I would not be where I am today if I were merely content. Maybe it would be better to say that I am content but not complacent. At this point, these are mere words and don’t mean anything other than what I attribute to them.

Isn’t that the whole point of this blog? To find meaning in our words. To make our words have meaning.

Exactly, and there are unlimited way to do this. Poetry is a more immediate form of writing. We want our readers to see and feel what we are writing about. Okay, so I got another crummy review. I seriously don’t think my reader even tried to understand what I was writing about. Because he didn’t get it, though, I was told that I didn’t think it through. I think he got that backwards.

I have no idea what the point of this post is. It may simply be a chance to hear myself think. It may be simply to not break my habit. It quite possibly is an attempt to stir up some inspiration. Get down anything that wants to work. There may be an idea hidden somewhere in the garbage. It is time to inspect our own trash.

There Comes A Time
Topic: There Comes A Time
There comes a time when you have to start wondering whether any of the things you do make a difference. This post makes 60 days since I started the blog. There's one additional post for the counter. For the month of April, National Poetry Month, I posted an entry a day from this blog. The responses were disappointing to say the least. I did, at least, get more comments at MoontownCafe than I do here, but still. The number of reads averaged around a dozen. One day, I barely had four reads.

I keep trying to convince myself that I'm doing this for myself. Some day, little tidbits from these entries will all come together to create one hell of an article. Maybe I'll actually have more than one. I have two semi-articles already started plus the ones from Wired Poet. These incomplete projects will re-surface and get done. Same with the short stories I started a couple of years ago...lol

Who am I kidding? Today I will convince myself that I do this simply to see myself in print. The page looks nice and it looks like I'm doing something constructive. Maybe it is simply wasted space. I deserve the space, thank you very much.

Chicken Soup deserves a break today. I did, however, ask Mike how old he was. He is so young at 26, and now he has a 5 year old son. Amazing

Choices
Topic: Choices
For the past couple of days, I've been struggling with choices. I know exactly what I want to do and I know the story well. Two days ago, I captured the facts. The facts are very dry. Yesterday, I took a stab at the beginnings of a story. The angle I chose was still very factual.

I am not a stranger to story writing. I have written a few. At times like this, I wish I had a few more under my belt; but, I know I can do this. It is only a matter of finding the correct approach, the right tone, and getting to it. I may be on the right track now.

There are so many different ways to write the same story. I've been trying to follow some on of own advice as well. I'm writing what I know. I went with the flow in getting the facts down on paper. I put the not-so-good work aside to come back to it. And I keep coming back. I have the drive and determination to write this story and have it accepted.

If nothing else, I will have the satisfaction of writing a story that is well worth telling. That can be enough. I will keep you posted on my progress.

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When you see Mike and Austin together, you just have to smile. They are so different. Mike is tall, dark-haired, lanky and quiet. Mike wears glasses. Last time I looked, though, he was not sporting a pocket protector. He does have a heart of gold, though. Austin is short, blond-haired, outgoing, and independent. Of course, Austin is only five years old so he has an excuse for being short. Just like salt and pepper, when you find one, you expect to find the other. I feel privileged to have Salt and Pepper as my neighbors.

Our building has four apartments, two on each floor. Mike and Austin have the other apartment on the first floor. The apartments are long with a hallway that runs the full length from the living room to the dining room. Kids love this hallway, it is their runway. I take pleasure in hearing Austin come home from day care. He tears down that hallway as if he?s impatient to see everything he missed during the day. I hear him through the walls and have to smile. I don?t see my neighbors often, but will always gravitate to my back door if I hear a child?s voice on the porch. I?m considering calling Austin my little leprechaun since he was born March 17. Maybe he?ll lead me to the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.

Austin joined our neighborhood almost three years ago. When his mother died unexpectedly, his uncle, Mike, took him in. Austin?s father was in prison for crimes against Austin that are too horrible to recount. Mike became his world. It was obvious the feeling was mutual. From the very beginning of this newfound relationship, Mike decided to adopt his nephew. In March of this year, he succeeded in his quest.