Laugh, Love

Write every day.

 

Live every day, so you have something to write.

 

Different story or the same with minor variation.

 

Life won’t let you decide all the time.

 

Write every day, if you can.

Laugh every day.

Love.

Be this being who lives for what it loves.

 

Write, sing, or play every day.

 

If there’s a will, there’s a way.

 

Enjoy every day.

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Tiny Submissions are Still Submissions

I’ve entered a ten word story into Gotham Writers’ A Very Short Story Contest.

Each participant may submit a ten word story.

Consider opportunities like this between novels.  They keep your skills sharp and diverse.  Only a few words submitted to a publisher is still work submitted to a publisher.

 

On the Precipice of March

On the edge and looking over.  There’s a new name for another of the same but slightly different.

Forward.

I’m reaching the crest where I start to mark time with gray hairs and lost teeth.

I forgot how to look forward, forgot how to be me.

I traded images and faces, names, morphed with color of hair and strategy of game.

Beware, Self is something much easier to lose than find again.

 

 

It’s Noon-Thirty

…or something.

Biology class is imminent, though so is the fact that I’ll be a few minutes late.  I’ve attended my classes responsibly, for the most part.  I’m a bit cocky because I’ve been cutting class since the 2nd grade and still passing…

…not just passing, but excelling beyond my peers in every standardized test.

Maybe it does make me cocky…too cocky.  I haven’t exactly passed every college class.

I did OK on the lab practical…fairly sure I passed, but I don’t like it when it’s a mystery, a surprise I’m waiting for.  I’ve done much better on every other exam so far.

I don’t know why I’m telling this to the internet as if it cares.

Is it sad that I would love time to write fanfiction again?  Then again, I love the job that has eaten every available hour outside of classes between noon and 10pm.  I love assembling the dead, putting their pieces back in place and learning their stories.

I’ve finished a baby deer skull and two human craniums just yesterday…

Dear online diary, forgive me for being late to class to tell you everything.

Press on

Press out

down about the dust

make the path

 

Thorns snag

burrs hitchhike

trying to find the sun.

 

I’ve only ever run.

Now a patch of ground

calls.

 

It holds a lake

where I can see my heart glow

in its reflection.

 

Before, I’ve seen only clouds,

lightning

 

I’ve seen only

a murky surface

oiled slick and swirling

 

How am I to believe in this glow?

A whole universe, waiting to grow.

 

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