So I took a couple days off. I needed some serious recovery time, not from the holiday, but from life. So I binge watched Netflix and indulged in napping. But yesterday and today I’ve made tremendous progress and I may very well reach 50,000 by the end of the month.
Word count: 2,270
Projects: Havoc’s Moon
Goals achieved/Notes: I got my antagonist more flushed out, made a few MAJOR character changes, and started on a scene that had me stumped for months, seriously months. Mr. J and I went shopping today and we had an hour drive to the stores and back and in that time I went over a couple crucial plot points with him and he helped me iron things out tremendously. Seriously, I am seriously grateful beyond words to have a spouse that is interested in my writing.
Total word count: 32,066 (no, its not the 38,341 that I want it to be but it’s getting there)
How are y’all doing?
DON’T GIVE UP AND KEEP ON KEEPING ON 🙂
When the sun peers into the sea
It doesn’t see itself at first
But when the reflection is clear
The sun is riding on the waves.
(So I wrote that in 5th grade and I’m still kinda proud of it even though reflections need light or whatever and scientifically it doesn’t make any sense BUT there’s this weird place where writing takes you where things don’t have to make sense to make you feel good.)
Photo by Rachel Cook on Unsplash
They say I took the most beautiful dream in the world and destroyed it. Burned it up and my useless life right along with it. I got exactly what I deserved, what Pride throws out to everyone who fails. Death and shame.
No one remembers we were trapped there too, blind and starving for the open sky. They said, “Give us your magic or else.”
Bloody feathers on the floor. But our wings didn’t break and we flew away and YEAH after eons of darkness I flew, unbroken, into that radiant sunrise.
Now they tell you my story with a warning: don’t break the rules or you’ll end up like me. Don’t go too far or you’ll end up like me, don’t get too close to what you love the most or you’ll end up just like me.
Now, because of me they tell you to be cautious, be wary, be afraid.
Remember the stories of the heroes Bravery and Hubris brought safely home? Remember those beloved by the gods? Those who tasted victory instead of defeat?
My story is not their story.
They tell you: never reach for more than what you are capable of catching, never strive to become your dreams.
They do not tell you my only dream was freedom.
Photo Credit: Landscape with the Fall of Icarus, Pieter Bruegel the Elder
My awesome friend Kathy released not one but TWO poetry collections recently, and a piece of speculative fiction with an excerpt from her forthcoming novella, The Reaping. Grab your copy here!
I wrote a found poem using the end words of Kathy’s poem “Marriage” from Ramshackle Houses & Southern Parables.
A monstrous smile
moves in the wildness;
you said: get the quick
victory. Take me on faith.
Lost people remember
the fire, the starlight,
the luminous morning moving
in the darkness.
You keep talking; you
Need me doing like I’m
told. I didn’t
really think of
the subway, music
like red fire, the world
looking like the enemy.
This poem was first published in The Found Poetry Review under the name Jessica Otto and was re-published in Lupercalia.
Found poem source: pages 89, 146-7 of Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury.
The strawberry is poison and it pops into your mouth as if by magic.
It is cold and sour. It pricks your tongue like a bee sting. You
chew as if a spider clawed its way across your jaw before stopping to
rest above your lower lip, you chew delicately.
Originally published in 50 to 1 (as Jessica Otto).
We stepped outside the greenhouse and the lights went cold. He reached out; his palm froze against Saturn’s gelatinous ring and pulled away from his wrist like wet paper. I felt the romance leak out of our suicide as I saw the black hole. I punched him in the face.
Originally published in 50 to 1 (as Jessica Otto) 13Feb2010.