Back to Work

My writing time yesterday was taken up by 1) signing the contract to have my poem "Limerance" published in the Winter 2019 issue of Wingless Dreamer; and 2) replacing 56 passwords that Google said had been compromised. This took pretty much all my writing time.

Back to "no excuses but I don't know what to write" mode. I saw a flash fiction item on Submittable with the theme "Your character feels submerged but valued". Just about anything in the Archetype universe fits that category. Problem is that I think it's due today. Or yesterday. Let's see.

I'm once again not writing another novel by suggestion of an awesome editor I met at Gateway Con (an artist's conference). The plan is short stories, flash fiction, and poetry until one of the books gets picked up. 

So wish me luck.

Melancholy Pt: 2 -- a poem about Limerance

Limerance

There’s a push to ask you for your name,

And a pull ‘cause I have no right to know,

As I stand in the corner of the venue

With nothing in my mind except the color of your eyes.

There’s a push to sift through every word

And a pull to flee from disappointment

Still I remember and I polish all your words

And call myself the author of the author of their shine.

There’s a push from my husband and he’s laughing,

And a pull from my husband ‘cause he’s scared

And I’m standing on one foot while juggling cats

And I don’t want what I want,

And I don’t want what I want.

NOTE: No husbands were harmed in the writing of this poem. Said husband says he's merely bemused, not scared. 

NOTE2: This may not be the finished work.