The Wabi-Sabi Writer

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After my nearly month long fling, an on again off again affair with words,  I am struggling to reach the climax of my novel.  I have to wonder if I have been medicated along with my main character, the Prozac of a process dulling my ability to achieve release, the looming deadline tempting me with a case of the fuckits.  Go out and enjoy the sunshine,  eat brunch, drink wine, watch movies or to hell with it all - binge...

It was a rough first week of words.  All my best intentions were muddled by stress and self doubt.  I would walk up the steep hills of my Cow Hollow neighborhood to try to give form to my ideas.  As the days passed and the word debt increased, I did find a thread to follow, a path to take, a dark and looming cloud that promised a rain of plot on the pages.  Yet, like San Francisco these days, nothing rained down.   It...

Tomorrow begins my quest to write a novel in a month.  50K words in 30 days.  As I sit here contemplating a month of words, I am faced with the ever familiar dilema - what to write.  Sometimes it is just a matter of sitting down, of putting pen to paper, fingers to keyboard.  Or the scavenger hunt for the elusive "time" to write.  Hints of it, in retrospect after a day long Orange is the New Black or Game of Thrones...

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It has been a long timeI have not wanted to facethe honestythe bleaknessthe harshnessthe realitythat becomes undeniableonce strokedthat spacebetween the linesat last...the wine flowslush and longribbonswarming wordslike velv...

I am aloneexcept for thosethat run hot and coldcircles around meA howling maelstrom whips wildlong brown hair and intentionslike an afterthoughtonto the sidewalkoh sweet friendall blush and coyyou pull my truthout like a splinterI long to be freeof the fierce transfixionbut dread birthing the jagged pointthat rips both waysMy swollen lower lipthrobsthreatening to splita gossamer scarbetraying a slipin...

I hear my namebeing called in the soft static hissas the world turns vagueflickeringnotionsinto poisonous medicineI cannot stopswallowingHours stretch into daysseepinto weeksbleedinto yearsThe last wordsI hearmy own silenceWhere did my life go?The plasma shimmersblissfulinto the vo...

Words like clouds at dawncluster and fanout and acrossan endless intentionTheir brilliance glowsripebehind the blindsUrging me upwardsand outabove the sleeping citymy complacent comfortsto witnessinspirationif only for a few momentsmy bluesburnoran...

Fleeing the confines of the day, the mindAll loose and well wornBecomes the wanderer foreverUnder the hazel skies  Light drapes through branches, clinging to every willothewisp curveAs though the accidental forrest dancesRight before your eyes*Poetry prompt: write an acrostic work based off a word chosen at random - Oct 8,2014 OctPoWriMo  Fabular: of or relating to a story, novel, or the like written in the form of a fabl...

It begins Finding rhythm in steadybeatingstitching slowlypiercing swollen meshPulling backagainst the boneUnfolding urges dew drips downinto your handsyieldingsurrendersCrimson splasheswhite hot streaksshuddering violetthe pinksig...

The early evening empties with stillnessas the fog of the week rolls in from the seaNo resemblanceto the riotous gatherings spilling outon the sidewalkspilt wine stainson the pavementthe body chalking evidenceof the balmy night beforeI return heretime and time again to the place of a now estranged familybecause it knows my bonesas the many stories stacked neatly on the entrance tableFlirtations once swellingcrashing into the midnight...

It's far from the promisedSpacious Southern exposure NaturalLight filtering Through Blinds graciouslyLeft behind  Yet this momentIn the creakingCorners I find ComfortSettlingFor nowAnd call it ho...

The NaPoWriMo this year did not prove fruitful.  I was nervous about this creative endeavor; my abandonment of the October poetry project left deep wine colored welts on my confidence.  The only cure for this ever present sting is to write daily with the disclaimer that all works are drafts.  Readership and feedback are welcomed - Kindness most appreciated.Off to dig and root and tug and clip as much inspiration as can be found.......