Friday Love

ImageOh Friday How I Love Thee

Let Me Count The Ways.

You Are The Entrance To The Weekend.

You Are The Very Definition Of Anticipation.

You Make Each Moment Of The Day Bearable,

You Make It Grand.

Thank You Friday For Always Being There.

In Good and In Bad

With You I Know

The Weekend Lays Just Past The Horizon.

I Shall Celebrate You.

A Little Party Never Hurt Anybody.

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Happy Friday Everyone!!!

Who’s Afraid of The End?

AfraidOfTheEndI AM.

I think that has to be the reason I haven’t finished the first draft of my latest novel. I have tried and tried to finish it over the last few weeks and I seem to find any excuse possible not to. Even this blog update is a form of procrastination.

Do you know what the worst part is? I know exactly how I want the end to work out, I have the basic outline so the writing can take me there but I can seem to bring myself to write it. I really like the novel itself, I think it has great potential……

Maybe I am afraid after all this work it will be horrible? Maybe I am afraid it won’t live up to my expectations? Maybe I am afraid that it won’t be worth editing? I don’t think I believe any of this but I seem to be sabotaging myself subconsciously….

Is anyone else afraid of the end?

What helps you break through the final wall?

Who Is She?

ShadowWho is she I wonder? Everyday I see her there completely alone. I have never seen her with anyone else. She doesn’t pay any heed to whomever passes by. She keeps to herself. Why does she maintain her isolation?

Does she dream as she stares off into the ocean? Does she cry quietly to herself as life passes her by? How is it possible that she is here in the middle of the day? Doesn’t she have responsibilities? Each day her routine is the same. There is no excitement, no deviation, no opportunity, no chance.

Each time I see her I create a story of what might be in my mind. I am never able to come up with a positive interpretation. Each time my mind delves into the numerous tragedies that must have happened.

The situation is unique, strange to say the least. I never see her come, I never see her go.

Who is she?

Am I her?

Are you?

What is the real tragedy?

Hanging By A Thread

stringbookshelfSometimes it really does feel like you are hanging on by just a thread.

This photo shows you that it can be beautiful thing.

Embrace the string and let it lead you where it may.

You have no idea how far you can stretch that thread until you try.

Go for it.

Happy Friday Everyone!!!

An attempt at Book Poetry

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I have seen this on several of the blogs I follow so I thought I’d take a crack at it.

My unique sense of humor took over and really I wasn’t surprised.

I do like that the words from each title can create any number of different poetical lines if a person wanted to be creative.

 Spy, 

Brain Exploded,

Awakening,

Last Boyfriend.

It’s so bad and slightly ridiculous that I love it.

How Do You Define Poetry?

Image 1For my Children’s literature class we spent an entire week discussing poetry. It was really the first time I had discussed poetry on that type of level since I had started writing it. It, like the rest of the class, was eye opening. Poetry can be expressed and utilized in more ways than I had previously considered. It can be used to teach children to write, express themselves and to learn a new language.

I may be in the minority but I always saw poetry as this “grand” work. Now more than ever I see it as an expression of emotion that anyone and everyone is capable of making.

One of the questions we were asked to end the section was how would we define poetry?

“Poetry is a window to the soul of the poet”

“Poetry offers readers the opportunity to explore emotions, ideas and the extraordinary use of language”

“Poetry is the best words in the best order”

The definition I connect to most is that of Robert Frost,

A Poem Begins in Delight and Ends in Wisdom.

How Do You Define Poetry?