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PiBoIdMo and all that jazz

Sorry may not be as many reblogs during November, but feel free to visit the sidelinks. This is because I wil be doing PiBoIdMo

Pearlz Dreaming

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I’ve done Nanowrimo (that novel is stil waiting for a reboot as a young adult fantasy piece).  What an experience that was.

Those characters still call me and say,  ‘when are you going to do something about me?’

‘Sorry guys I will listen to you soon, promise, on my to do list, ‘  I reply with my fingers crossed behind my back and a pair of runners begging to be put on my feet.  Well seriously I did have a few friends reading it and they did want to know what was going to happen so one day I will get my act together.

This year I am going to participate in PiBoIdmo for the first time.  The idea of this challenge is to generate 30 ideas for picture books in 30 days.  Considering I have presently completed  only one(and it has been sent off to a publisher…

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Learning to plot – a writer’s quest

Reflecting on the creative writing process, moving forward

Pearlz Dreaming

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So I am at a virtual stand still as I realise my major writing hurdle is learning to plot. Time to build some stairs, or maybe a sledge hammer.

I recently managed to finish one picture book and send it off.  One of the things mentioned in critiques was redoing the plot line to introduce some things into the story earlier, to invest the reader in the character, clarifying aspects of the ending, and making some aspect of the plot in the middle even more believable. I reworked it, and in the end was happy with the plot line.  This picture book came from a poem that was without any sense of strong plot, mostly emotion, but the reworking required me to be very thoughtful about the plot.

Going back to the drawing board for some of the other picture books, unfinished short stories, memoirs and novel I am stumped…

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The warp and woof of creation

the Book of Pain

From the warp and woof of creation
are we made, you and I. Truly,
I remember it well,
it was then—that then,
that perfect instance
before the smallest slice of hence,
when every iota was inflating itself
into existence and coming for this now,
this very now—this now of the cold, cruel dragon
screaming its lament to the sky.

But we are made of sterner stuff, you and I,
a longing that binds us to the whole
and weaves us both from and into
the fabric of our time. See?
Warp, here and now,
woof, there and then,
screaming to the darksome sky.

For some odd reason I can neither understand nor explain, I spend a lot of time thinking about time. And although I am not a Christian, let me make my point using an often used quote from the Bible: I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end, the…

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Time

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Time. Thanks dollarphotoclub. Time.
Thanks dollarphotoclub.

Time is a man made reality

Chimera of humanity’s making

Time has no true meaning

Robs us of our alacrity

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Truth is in the divine synchronicity

To follow the flow of life’s choosing

Let not the clock dictate our doing

 In this lies our world’s current paucity

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Let us live for the now with sincerity

Neither the past nor the future is alarming

They are mirages of our claiming

With great and fiery intensity

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Tree Of Life

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Veins Are A Kind Of Tree Of Life. Thanks dollarphotoclub! Veins Are A Beautiful Tree Of Life.
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The Tree of Life is an archetype

Found everywhere in our life’s energy

Shape is seen in water ways like pipes

Drought turns the earth to a fillagree

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Our very life’s veins are a tree of sorts

Nerves and pathways in our brains

The way birds fly in the air supports

Innate formation implies they are tame

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Mystically we are lead to understanding

Like a pathway with twists and turns

A knowing the reaching branches extending

Ever towards the truth a love that burns

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Come let us sit beneath this sacred tree

Discover the realities of God in unity

Changeless, Eternal and Almighty

 Filling up our souls with our diversity.

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Jackson Wheeler

A fictional character undergoing recovery from the loss of a child…

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Flying in the Wild Flight – June Perkins

The day we lost our child
I had a dream
of her possible future
with us.

I wanted to comfort Miranda
to share her sorrow
to take our first steps
beyond
grief.

I couldn’t tell her about
the dream
of our future
lost.

I looked at her
unable to see
where to begin
except without words.

Our little one
lost her spin of life’s wheel
she would never
take first steps
with us.

Only in dreams
would we be together
life forever
unreal.

My heart like a brahminy kite
flew away to the calls of
our daughter and Miranda
wanting to land
somewhere
we could all take
flight
beyond
mortal frames
to be a family
once more.

I knew we would
have to settle on
a name for the one
who took her flight first.

(c) June Perkins

In this poem Jackson Wheeler speaks of the…

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