A post about humor in writing and my insecurity in that arena.
Welcome, friends!
So I am writing a book. Of this, I am sure. As to whether I believe it to be any good or not is entirely less certain. I consider myself a loyal follower of Vonnegut’s Creative Writing 101 and thus seek to not waste my reader’s time. The question lies in my ability to be successful in this endeavor. And thus, a couple bits from my nearly finished novel:
Harsh Reality
You thought things would change
Like the words meant I’d miraculously be better
But passed experience has left me lastingly bitter.
All my love before has been vicious –
Cracked glass and thrown dishes,
171. Ignorance Fallen from grace, Lost faith, Unforgiveable ignorance, And inconvenient knowledge. I can no longer think of either of us, The same as when you had my trust, as when I had my respect. At times, I only wish to eject, You wholly from my life. Go back to before, to focus only on the holy, to before, when God was who I prayed to, who I expected to: Save a wretch like me. who I always wanted: To believe. But you, like Him, seem present only on a whim. I'm through with absent heroes and, Misplaced worship of what's on the surface. I miss when the words I heard from you Carried more than just their own weight. I can no longer stay up late to debate Your strength and my weakness. I can't forgive all you don't know. Because when I needed to confess Was an inconvenience. My life may be a mess. But I no longer want either of your help To clean it up. Fallen from grace, Lost faith, Unforgiveable ignorance, And inconvenient knowledge.
You Can Do Better
You can do better.
But maybe,
he’s what you deserve…
What you’re earned
Driven by fear
And not ambition. Continue reading “Moonlit Musing: Judgement Calls”
I’ve come to a crossroad.
3 paths before me,
My future unsure.
3 new ways to head towards
But do I have the courage
To move forward? Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #46: 4”
Howdy all,
So I’ve always considered myself a ‘writer’ more than an artist, or a poet, or a novelist, or any other such distinction. Recently, that writing has taken the shape of a book type thing instead of a poem type thing. This is interesting to me. And also kind of soul consuming; I don’t seem capable of focusing on much else. Continue reading “Miracles: New Endeavors for the New Year”
I have not been posting lately. Why? Mostly ’cause I’m trying my damnedest to work a bunch during the service industries’ busiest time of year and finish my nearly complete novel. Continue reading “Post That Is Not A Post, But An Excuse”
Maryland
I’m scared to see you
My forsaken muse, My forgotten disease,
The words you once pulled from me
With such tainted ease,
Have been traded for these medicated
New views of what I should adhere to,
And who it is I should listen to,
And hunting for a new way to get by. Continue reading “Moonlit Musing – Homesickness”
The folly of fools,
And the demolition of rules,
Listen to the lesson:
Don’t deny what you are.
Read the board,
Written stark white on black, Continue reading “Moonlit Musing – Misery”
I wish to be alone
Is that selfish? Wrong?
Another reason to atone? Continue reading “Misplaced Missives #49: Leave Me”
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