Monday's Muse,  NaNoWriMo,  Poetry

Monday’s Muse: Hope, and a NaNo update

Hi everyone. I don’t know how your weekend went but mine was eventful with more than a little bit of stress. I was thankful for the little bits of sunshine that came my way in the form of my niece visiting again, the books I found at my favorite bookstore (Poetry 180 by Billy Collins, a British poetry anthology with poets I haven’t read before, and William Boyd’s Fascination Stories -love Boyd), and then I picked up a new solar-powered wireless keyboard that is QUIET. No more noisy keystrokes. It almost makes up for the emotional rollercoaster this weekend made me ride. But all is well for now. Well, sort of. We’ll be having a funeral at some point later this week. Sir Washburn has lost his friend, Lady Dryington. She was a wonderful old girl who gave her life to keeping us all in dry clothing. Unfortunately, she became ill over the summer which forced us to have to bring in outside help, and now after having a major operation, I was told that there was nothing that could be done. Lady Dryington passed away late yesterday afternoon surrounded by those she loved best: the family she served so well, her friends Sir John Washburn, Tide, Downey, and Bounce. Bleach could not make it as he was indisposed. Services will be held here at Casa LunΓ‘tica the day our new resident, the young, and beautiful, Miss DriesMore arrives. We are saddened by our loss of Lady Dryington, but are looking forward to meeting Miss DriesMore. Although, I am concerned that I may have to keep an eye on Sir John. Being young himself and Miss DriesMore being rather a looker, I would not be surprised if things did not become amorous at some point. I do try to run a respectable household so I may have to set down some rules for the two. Young people these days…

In other news, Texas received it’s first true cold front last week, as well as our first ice and snowfall. Of course it was nothing as usual. And today is the first sunny day we’ve had since Wednesday of last week, and I am so ready for it. I love cloudy days, but even I need some sunshine after five days of grey clouds.

Now, Nano. I suck. I am so behind right now. I didn’t get anything written until last night. Day 12 was the last time I wrote really. I have been adding a few words here and there during the days but I kept track of them on post-its instead of adding it to my Nano update counter. So, last night I was able to work some on the second half of the tower scene, and found I’d ended up with a little over 2k words. I had to go back and change the first part of the scene because it wasn’t working the way I wanted it to. I didn’t have to delete much, thank goodness. But it does read better now as well as makes it more believable and interesting, I hope. It’s all rough and subject to change but I’m happier overall. I plan on having an affair with Draeke (oh, did I mention he’s given me the real spelling of his name?) over the Thanksgiving break and spending some all-nighters at my dining room table since I won’t have to be up early to get kids off to school. Wish me luck.

Lastly, Monday’s Muse. No excerpt for today. Since I’m still working on the tower scene and big things happen in the tower scene (since it’s close to the ending of the book), I am not going to give any more details about it. I don’t know what the next excerpt will be but I am working on storyboarding this week to see how much I am ready to work on once the tower scenes are complete. I am going to give you a new poem, however. I have been writing besides Nano, and have a few new poems to show for it. They don’t count for my NaNo count but still, I am writing. Today’s poem wasn’t inspired by the actions of this weekend. It’s more like they motivated it. Sometimes you have the need to write but the desire is lacking. This was one of those times for me. I titled it Hope. Have you ever seen the sun shining while it was pouring down rain? I have seen it quite a few times and I always marvel at it. It’s like the physical embodiment of hope to me. Don’t get me wrong. I like rainbows and get that they are supposed to represent promise and hope. But, it doesn’t do that for me. The sun shining brightly though rain is falling? That’s strength and hope. That’s the promise that the sun still shines; you just can’t see it through all the grey and silver. And I always have hope, even though sometimes, my darkest hours cloud it from my view. But it’s there, strong and warm just waiting to shine it’s light through.

Here’s to hoping you’ll have a great Monday!

xo Jesi

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Hope

By Jessica Scott

 

 

I want to write but my heart

Is just not into it.

I would write something happy

But the blueness prevents me from seeing

Any other color of the rainbow,

Although I do see smiles,

And occasionally a smile does cross my face

Even if it doesn’t reach through my chest.

 

Sometimes all you can do

Is let the rain pour,

And shiver in the cold.

But then, sometimes, in the midst of all the hurt,

You find out how strong you are,

And the sun shines through while the rain falls down.

Jesi Kay, poet and aspiring novelist, was born in the Texas panhandle where wide skies, lazy summer days, and rolling thunderstorms sparked her imagination and left lasting memories in her blood. An early reader, poetry and mythology were her passions. So much so that when she was ten years old her step-father gave her his college mythology textbooks to read, which were full of classic poetry and more than enough tales to fill her romantic and inquisitive nature. Jesi loves reading, art, going to the theater, the romanticism of the Victorian era (but not the missing conveniences of indoor plumbing and central air conditioning), running when the heat and humidity cooperate, and cold weather so she can wear her favorite boots and knitwear. Also, she still has those college mythology textbooks, a little worse for wear over time but still intact and telling their stories to her. Jesi is a contributor at The Well Tempered Bards blog and at www.octpowrimo.com.

8 Comments

  • Dawn D

    It took me two reads to realise whose funeral you’ll be having next week. The subject just didn’t match the playful words… until I finally got it. I blame foreign culture as well as sickness for the time it took me πŸ™‚

    Good luck with Nano. My project is also at a stand still right now. πŸ™
    And thanks for the poem πŸ™‚
    And now I’m exhausted, so I’ll rest πŸ™‚

    • Jessica Scott

      Oh, Dawn. I’m so sorry you are ill. I have two kids down as well. I hope you get better soon.
      And don’t worry about not getting the joke. I kind of have a weird sense of humor about things. Although we can blame the illness all we want. Makes us fuzzy-headed.
      Thanks for the luck. I need it. Story isn’t really at a stand still as much as I’ve had to put my attention into dealing with an emotional issue in my family life that went into hyperdrive recently. That takes precedence, you know?
      Anyway, take care, drink some tea, and feel better soon. πŸ™‚

      • Dawn D

        I’m starting to feel better… Or is that my usual pattern to perk up past 10pm? Sigh!
        My project is very important, but I also have to deal with some emotional issues… and yes, that takes precedence. I do hope to be able to write a bit more this week, as soon as I get a bit better…
        Thanks for the well wishes. I have tea brewing by my side, am taking all the care I can (managed to not have to take care of the kids as well as me!) and well… I’ll survive this, I’m sure πŸ˜‰
        Welcome home to Ms Driesmore and I think you’re perfectly right, you need to pay clothes attention to those two. Who knows, amidst the heat and wetness between those two, what may happen πŸ˜‰

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