Thursday, October 9, 2008

A Poem for the Fall

A Walk

The autumn leaves are blooming,
The temperature is dropping,
The scent of burnt wood fills the air.

I walk past the graveyard.
I tighten my coat around me;
My scarf billows behind me.

The wind blows through the trees.
Leaves scratch their way down the street
And crowd around my feet.

I have at least reached the house
And walk up the porch steps.
I sit on the swing next to her.

A warm mug placed in my hands,
Steam wraps around my face.
The swing slowly sways.

She lays her head on my shoulder.
I gently kiss the crown;
I have finally come home.

Fall, 2006

Writing Update. Again.

So, since my last blog I still have not written anything. However, I have few story ideas in my head that I really, really need to put on paper. Well, one full story idea and a few snippets of dialogue. I just keep losing my focus. I can't seem to keep my eye on the prize. Of course, all of the stress in my life isn't helping. My big goal is to write an epistolary novel. It's a novel that is told not in the normal narrative, but through newspaper clippings, letters, diary entries, emails, and the like. But, the question is, do I start now, or wait until next month which is NaNoWriMo? (National Novel Writing Month). Maybe I could just write down the premise and do some character sketching, then delve into the actual story next month. Thoughts?

Today's Quote: "I hope you burn in hell for your lack of charity." ~Lestat, The Tale of the Body Thief, Anne Rice
What I'm Watching: Grey's Anatomy
What I'm Reading: The Old Curiosity Shop by Charles Dickens