Saturday, September 11, 2010

Nine Years.

I was one of the lucky ones.

Though the destruction was horrible, it didn't touch upon my life directly. After all was said and done, things went on as normal.

I wish it could be said that everyone could say this.


"Tuesday Morning"

Roaring sirens in America completed their living entombed
So our times are times long over now?
Close up the windows?
Darken the room?

You reviewed your whole lifetime in an instant from birth up to death: every day.
One morning the images took you to a little corner office in a city far away.

We went walking out in this Prairie night to watch fireflys dancing bright.
You can't explain the way you feel.
You'd said you'd had a vision and what could be more real?

Distant calling in the memory, fulfilling our fate in its turn.
But our hearts are hearts so parted as to be made to seperate and suitable to burn.
The morning that we didn't believe in Karma, in the summer we got stung by a bee
When you had a most singular, amazing vision.
We sat on a hillside, you gave it to me.

Well, we went walking out this Prairie night to watch the city breathe a new, clear light.
You can't explain the way you feel.
You'd said you'd had a vision.
We are living out the vision and what could be more real?

--Nathan Rogers

Monday, September 6, 2010

Waiting Game

The first draft of "So You Thought You Couldn't Cut It" is complete. Turned in, and I've yet to hear from my publisher about any revisions that need to be made. Have I achieved the mythical perfect first draft? Ha, somehow I doubt it. It's only a matter of time before some boo-boo is discovered, and I am sent back to the drawing board.

In the meantime, I wait. I wonder how long it will be, until the book gets published. Until I can say that I'm professionally a writer. It's no small thing, aye?

I've been writing like a mad thing these past two weeks or so--knocking off a new piece of flash fiction every day. I'm averaging 2.5-3 pages a day. It staggers me, but I love it all the same.

Perhaps it's a bit of affirmation that I'm meant to be a writer.

I'd love to boost my followers here, purely to develop a base of supporters to help me as I start this journey. Any of the current followers feel like helping me out? Spread the word, post on Facebook. Let's make this a team effort, because I know I can't do this alone.

Ah, but I'm in a sentimental mood after having written a short romance today. I feel like sharing this, I do. So be at peace, readers. Be well. Tell someone you love them today.