A couple of months ago Olivia created a little poem about the thunder and rain which I scribbled on a scrap of paper. Cleaning the home office on this rainy day I found the scrap:
Thunder and lightening
Thunder and lightening
Thunder and lightening everywhere.
Thunder and lightening
Thunder and lightening
They count them 2 by 2.
Rain rain rain rain
It’s raining everywhere.
Rain rain rain.
Olivia White, © 2008
Sunday brought stitches for me,
Monday a broken toe for she.
Tuesday's the day for scorching hot pan
With which I have burnt my hand.
While playing in the backyard, Olivia saw the afternoon moon high overhead.
“Moon!” she said.
She jabbed her index finger skyward and said “pop!”
And that is what happened to the moon.
Chapter 2 of Guardian of the Zercons begins
Just south of the Plebar City there stands Rectum Valley, a dark shadow of a gorge, appearing almost removed from life itself. Hollow stumps of melon trees, standing smaller within their new gray textures, dot the land as the faint image of a path remains frozen in the ground.
I really don’t think I need to comment further. Valleys don’t stand. It’s that simple. (more…)
Hyperbole? Perhaps. But Guardian of the Zercons by Brian Jeffrey Voigt is uniquely bad.
Welcome to my new Monday installment focusing on really bad writing. (more…)
On my way home from work I was listening to Evanescence Fallen CD. When I heard the line “In my field of paper flowers” (from the track “Imaginary”) the sentence “Paper flowers bloomed all around her” popped into my head, and I knew I had the first line to a new story.
I’ve been working on it for a couple of hours now. I had some writers block. I had that opening line and an image for a later scene, but no idea of how to get from one to the other. I finally got started and have made some progress, but now I’ve got a quandary as to how I want to handle her particular gift. Something will work out.
