Last Day of 2019. Time to Reflect?


There’s a little bit of snow on the ground and the weather is rather pleasant today, so why not?  2019 has been an odd year; in some ways successful and in others, depressing.  Let’s get the downside out of the way, shall we?

Cancer was a complete bastard in 2019.  It has worked hard and taken friends of mine.  I am having trouble even contemplating what its effect has been on those left behind.  Outside of cancer, Death has pulled others I care about into its grasp.  I’m at that age, I guess.

Lastly, I had a panic attack earlier this year.  Not something I’ve had to deal with in a decade.  The cause of it, unknown.  The effect, a heavier depressive cycle for starters as well as other problems I thought I had finally surmounted.  Aah, the joys of the brain and body.

How about some good stuff, eh?

I achieved a goal in my sword art pursuits that I had been striving for, for years.  In fact, I had all but given up on ever achieving it.  Do I feel that I deserve what it stands for?  I am still unsure.

I completed my oft dreamed about trip to Macchu Picchu.  Ever since my grandparents had talked about it, I had dreamed that I would get to see the wonders.  And wonders they are, my friends.  Wonders they are.

I finally got the second Matilda book, Twistin’ Matilda, published.  There is so much rejoicing about this, Sir Robin would be proud.  Even better, progress on the book three rewrites is moving right along and I hope to have it off to the editors by spring.  On top of that, I made massive headway on book four in the Matilda series that it accomplished NaNoWriMo.  That first draft is still not done but the end is in sight.

Even with the setbacks caused by depression this year, I persevered and continued moving forward.

Like Time itself.

Image by Free-Photos from Pixabay

Another NaNoWriMo Done!


Whew.  It’s over.

Well, the month of November is.  And I made it!  I hit 53,169 words as of 11:55PM on November 30th.  On top of that, I wrote thirty poems over the month as well.  It was a massive writing extravaganza!

Even better, the fourth book is now at 67,454 words!  But it’s still not done.  I only have a couple more storylines/locations to go.  The completion of that first draft is still elusive but I am so close.  I can literally taste it.

What was my take away from all this?  Umm, I appreciate poetry a hell of a lot more than I used to.  That is one hard writing form with more styles than I was aware of.  I had a lot of fun taking a crack at a bunch of these styles and I feel that I was relatively successful.  I may continue to write more poetry in the future.  It’s an interesting experience to paint a scene, an emotion, a single moment in time and even a good old nursery rhyme.

So, what’s my focus for December?  Get that first draft knocked out.  Get back to editing book three and have it ready for beta readers by early next year.  And finally, make some progress with my writing partner on our collaboration effort.

Hmm… I guess it’s not really over.

Image by Bruno Glätsch from Pixabay

Autumnal Fears Squashed


Pumpkin man, pumpkin man

You journey west and to the hills

Your stick legs carry you far and away

Pumpkin man, pumpkin man

Seasons have changed, autumn has come

The people bay and call for your blood

Pumpkin man, pumpkin man

It’s the time of the Harvest Moon

The torches are burning, run for your life

Pumpkin man, pumpkin man

Are you okay? You’ve turned part of your stem

Into a staff and can barely continue on your way

Pumpkin man, pumpkin man

It was a valiant try but your head has rotted out

And your twig limbs have become too dry

Pumpkin man, pumpkin man

May your seeds take to the earth

So that you may live another day

Image by Benjamin Balazs from Pixabay

Within the Contours of Existence


Aliens and teddy bears

Occupy the mind at night

Hidden deep below the stairs

Extinguished of all light

Visitations from monsters

Hesitation, flight or fight?

Circled like a table of mobsters

Pistols drawn below the surface

Trapped like a tankful of lobsters

Claws made useless on purpose

Choices in all directions

Struggling through it all like a circus

Fists up and smile wide

Life wasn’t meant to come with a guide.

Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay

Land o’ Look-alikes


Portal through a washing machine

To another world that doesn’t care

Where everything is just as bad

The grass ain’t greener, I declare

There isn’t much else left to compare

The only plus is all the left socks

Instead, the right socks go missing

Perhaps that’s the only real difference

The governments and the world are dehiscing

And the people are just as dismissing

It’s exactly like here but different

If I were you I wouldn’t bother to go

Now all this could be tales, lies, and hearsay

So let’s be honest for a moment and forgo

If you haven’t been there, what would I know?