writing practice

Take Me Away

I wrote this with those in mind whose lives have recently (and not so recently) been invaded by the terrible choices that other humans make. I can’t understand, nor have I lived this terror myself. But, I’m realizing that this could be my life. It could be anyone’s life, unfortunately. But today, I can only imagine the pain, the tears. But I do care and think about the unimaginable that has become another’s life.

With still heavy lids, I woke up to a strange and terrible rumble, the shattering of glass, the smell of death and screams.

It invaded my dream of sandy beaches and the noise of a children’s laughter.

The terror of today took my life.

Took the life I had known. The life I had grown to love,

My life filled with love, with peace, the smell, the taste, the sounds of home.

That was my life, that was our life, that was our home.

Many, many days before, so long ago, so long ago…so long.

So… long… ago.

And now, I run, I hide, I fear not knowing where to go or where to sleep.

Where do I go, oh where do I go, where do I go, where should we go?

And finally I stop, I only stop because my feet can’t go anymore. I fall exhausted to the

ground. I rest because I have to. I try to.

I sleep. But, my mind forgot how to rest, I recycle the images I can’t deal with during the day.

I awake trembling, searching, but groggy with sleep.

I succumb again…I sleep for a

moment.

Then, it begins again, the noise invades.

This is my life. A life with no home.

When I find I can’t run anymore, or sleep.

I find a corner and I weep.

I weep as a unconsolable child heaving and hugging myself into an ever smaller person.

I desire to disappear, to hide from my reality.

Because this is not life, this is not home, I have no peace, I have no hope.

Help, help, help me from this hell.

Take me away from here. Please take me away far from here. Take me, take me away, I pray take me away, take me away, take me away…from here.

My tears stop in my trembling hand, I hear a whisper, ” I’m here. I’m sorry.”

I look up I cry and I scream, “Why….,” I’m filled with anger…”Why?!…why?!.”

I hear nothing, but silence. It’s strange at first, I look around…wait, but nothing,

For the moment. And then…

The wind moves the trees, and the raindrops begin, quietly…steady..and then a deluge.

The thunder crashes and the earth vibrates with the thunder. It repeats again and again.

I have no fear. The storm reverberates.

And I know, he sees, he feels, he hears, he knows.

I see my trembling hand taken, I feel my hair caressed, I sense my face being touched and I hear…

“I’ll take you away, from here, from here, I’ll take you away from here, I’ll take you. I’ll take you, I’ll take you away, away, away, take you away…take you from here, far away from here. Away from here.

I’ll take you away. I’ll take you away….away from here.

The thunder rumbles, the wind calms, the rain steadies. The storm is over. For the moment. A moment. Just a moment.

For just a moment…

He took me away, away from here. From the hell down here. From all the pain down here, In my life… right here. He took me, he took me, he took me and shook me awake, he took me away.

From here.

Blogging

So, I saw a little symbol on my blog that indicated that I’ve been active on WordPress for 6 years! Really?! It was hard to believe! I want to be proud of that, but with my lack of writing activity lately, I feel a bit undeserving of the trophy icon. Regardless, I want to thank any supporters (likes and followers) that I’ve had on this and my other site Enjoy in those 6 years.

Although it’s very hard to connect with each and every follower and liker, I wanted to mention that before I like and follow sites, I do go out and take a peek at what the site is about and if I jibe with it, then I reciprocate the like.

On another note, recently, I’ve followed quite a few fashion/beauty websites that I admire and I don’t necessarily have anything in common with, but I believe in what they’re doing and how they’re sharing their fashion/ beauty knowledge (of which I have none) and how they positively present their face and body.

Now, as for me and my writing goals, well, let’s just say I’ve not given up, and that I’ve been mostly busy, but keeping the “head-journal” going as I go about with the other things I do. I read somewhere that some people actually “write” a novel in their head long before typing out the words on the keyboard. I think I’m experiencing that kind of data collecting lately. It’s fun and freeing.

It’s late, so thanks again for stopping in. Have a good rest of your week.

~Peace.

Monday’s Reflections

How am I doing? I’m great! I edited a blog for someone, started laundry and intend to finish my story before the frantic-ness of the holidays begins. I may not finish the latter in one day, but I vow to complete at least one chapter per day until frantic day-1.

That is the goal anyway.

Here’s what I’ve further learned thus far from my writing class:

Just because the story is a good story doesn’t mean it’s a story that is ready to be a story until it’s a story.
An author alone carries a magic wand in his own world. Rules guide her, but by no means, define her.
A well-read book is a book that read’s well.
Just freakin’ get the story down, forget all the other details that you’ll end up paying someone else down the line to do.
Let loose! rap, car-dance, karaoke or sprint until you fall, in real life and in your writing.

That is all for today.

~Peace friends.

Thursday to do

So, Monday I was a poet, today not so much. I’m recovering from my early morning workout as well as Tuesday nights knowledge-fill. Basically, taking this class has added more work and reading that I need to do and I even have an assignment to watch a movie which I may start today if I can find it on Netflix. It’s called Chocolat. The teacher mentioned learning about solid characters and other writing elements. I’ll check it out.

If I haven’t said it already, I highly recommend taking a fiction writing course. It’ll blow your mind and inspire you all at the same time.

~peace friends.

Writing Class

I did it! I attended the first writer’s class and loved it! The course is for fiction writers and will cover everything from setting, to plot, to character development to pacing. I’m so excited to that multiple goals will be met with this class:

Help me to finish my novel
Learn more about the craft
Meet other writers
Get needed critique
Keep motivated about writing

~Peace friends!

Just be a turtle

Yay! I have 36 followers and I’ve not written in a while, yikes, not meeting my goals! I think if I could just be home longer than a week, that could happen. I have a freaking laptop! I need to learn to use it as such. It is not a desktop!

Okay, here I am in Colorado. We sold a home and I’m here to take our stuff back to our home in Washington. That is my life. I’m not complaining. I like my life. However, this busy time has highlighted to me that I’ve yet learned how to integrate my busy life with writing. But, hey, at least I noticed after a while and so I’ll count that as progress. Perhaps the turtle has it right, just small steps in a forward motion with confidence. That turtle didn’t stress and honestly I don’t want that bunny’s life! I want to be the confident, independent turtle. I don’t want to quit or just run and get exhausted.

~ Peace y’all!

A new day

Yesterday, I kinda went on a preaching tangent, but that’s what wine and such can do. Today is a new day filled with possibilities, I’m sure.

As I sit in my backyard, I’m thinking back on my vacation and decided to remember it this way. Did I say “vaca” yesterday? Ugh.

1. Her faraway thoughts came to the surface and came forth, not quite as tears, but as an extra liquid layer to her green eyes.

2. His movements were robotic, as he walked into the bar. The drink in his hand had failed to erase the tension in his jerky movements.

3. Her forced smile belied the depression which stormed her mind.

4. To herself, she danced in a free spirited fashion, but to others, she appeared awkward and almost “monkey-like” in her attempts.

5. They moved as one on the dance floor as she stared and imagined the movements horizontally.

6. Her teacher tried to rub the tiredness from her eyes unsuccessfully and left more lines in the wake.

7. She forced herself to look at the clock on the wall, as her father shuffled in slowly from the kitchen. As he passed, she gave him a smile hoping that her love would give him more time.

8. The irritation bubbled over and spilled out in correction to her mother and later formed a pit that lodged itself in her stomach.

9. She lay head spinning on the soft sheets contemplating whether or not to sleep in the toilet or not.

10. As she lay in her childhood bed, the memories tackled her into fitful sleep.