It’s Getting Real, Folks

You know you are a writer when you are afraid of the words you have written. I am looking at you, fellow writers. I think many of us have had a work that has hit us hard. You know it. You slayed that first draft. In my case, 98,000 plus words, and as difficult as that task was, I know I am not anywhere close to being done. So, I roll up sleeves and dive in.

Say, good words of encouragement for me, folks.

So, the work will no longer remain nameless.

The Fleeting Lights’ origins started in 2004. Oh yes, it has been chopped, reformed, restructured like that mystery meat in a MRE. But, alas, its first draft was finished the first of this year–and darn it–the second draft will be completed by the end of this year.

I put myself on the spot.

Second draft read starts now. Pray for me, LOL. 0 pages in.

Progress to be posted soon.

Playing with Poetry Workshop

playing with poetry

I am excited to announce that my friend Jennifer Smith and I will be facilitating this fun and affordable virtual workshop presented by MoonLit next Monday evening!
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If you are a poetry lover, poet or just curious, join us as we “play” with poetry and create your own work! As a new poet I can assure you that all levels of writers are welcomed!
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Visit the link to register or click directly at https://www.eventbrite.com/e/playing-with-poetry-tickets-96…
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Excerpt: Medusa, The Lost Daughter

From “The New Servant”

Beauty’s worth lies in the beholder’s pride

in it. A prize it is at its peak, but

spoiled it is after its beholder’s use.

Like what you have read? Get your full version of this book of poetry for $8 by contacting me at jennsmithak @ gmail.com

Excerpt: Medusa, The Lost Daughter

Excerpt from “Voiceless”

A king’s voice gets the king what he wants and what

a servant can afford to pay, whether

that be in gold or a live sacrifice.

Like what you have read? Get your full version of this book of poetry for $8 by contacting me at jennsmithak @ gmail.com

Excerpt: Medusa, The Lost Daughter

From “The Departure’s Promise”

What of material nature is more

precious and sacred than the touch of a

mother’s, father’s, or sisters’? These capture

more the mind and heart than the hand which holds

only the physical briefly.”

Like what you have read? Get your full version of this book of poetry for $8 by contacting me at jennsmithak @ gmail.com