Clouds of puffs with white tentacles deadly, swimming beneath the ocean’s sheltering waves. Peaceful movements grace and elegance defined; their dance a waltz in the deep deep dark, a flighty whispy dance of ethereal circumstance. They glide through the seas, their glow a light in the dark; the jellyfish waltz alone, then, together in the day, in the inky darkness beneath seas traumatic surface.
Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt us “to write a poem that incorporates overheard speech, I’m using a part of song lyrics.” The A to Z Challenge for a GoodRead’s author’s Quote is for the letter R. Also I’m incorporating MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie Music Prompt on the Dolly Parton Song “Jolene” performed recently with the a capella group Pentatonix.
When the sun has set, no candle can replace it.” ― George R.R. Martin
Please don’t take my man, just because you can,
Your beauty is immeasurable, unique,
I wish my man wasn’t who you were seeking.
I know my request you don’t understand,
You can love again and do it easily.
I wish you didn’t make him feel so pleased,
He loved me before your auburn hair strands,
Brushed past his face, and made him so weak.
Please don’t take my man, just because you can. ——
Thank you to Bikergurl for hosting 100 Word Wednesdays.
Cale ensured he arrived at the beach before sunrise. The sun peaked over the mountains in the distance. Then slowly the light crept in to highlight foam capped ocean waters. The light encompassed the night sky, turning darkness into a washed out pale blue accented by a wash of orange.
The brilliant sunrise continued and Cale felt the welcomewarmth in his limbs, humming in rhythm with the tide. He was thrilled, filled with a buoyanthappiness he hadn’t felt in ages.
Shifting his backpack, he noticed the shimmer of gold dust raining down on him, as his body began to float off the beach.
A radiant sparkle in front of him giggled: ” ‘Second star to the right , straight on ’till morning,’ right?” He smiled, no longer a lost boy.
I often find myself thinking about how I am progressing in life? I always had lofty goals for myself and no doubt that I would accomplish my goals with enough hard work. Now that I am cursed with a lack of energy I wonder how I will complete my personal goals. Other people have given me goals and I have risen to the challenge in the past but my worst competitor has always been myself. So meeting my personal goals is an issue for me, especially being as isolated as I am.
Life has seemed to slow down for me as getting a project done in 1 day has now become 3 days and that push in my head to carry on is drowned out by thoughts that are not clear and a dull tiredness that does not seem to get better anymore. Yes, I am the hardest on myself but when I see where other people in my life have gotten to at my age, what former University classmates have become, and what I had in mind for myself 5 years ago, I have not met my goals and this is frustrating.
My greatest goal is to be a writer and to be a recognized writer, someone who is excellent at her job and important in the writing industry. But I have found my goal to be a writer very challenging. First, going from someone who could barely write after a depressive episode to becoming someone who writes everyday of her life was a challenge. Now making sure my grammar and wording is correct, getting beyond the nay sayers who pick out mistakes in my work is difficult. I have never been a perfectionist but I know this is an area I require improvement in. I am really trying and I want my work to be good enough to stand on its own. But it is most difficult to keep moving past the people who would always point out your mistakes. Up to this point, the best techniques I have learned to edit my work is to read it out loud and to leave it for a while, sometimes a day. Then I see all the little mistakes and mis-wordings. But I can tell you now I do not see these little mistakes as easily as I once did and that’s what I am really hoping PR helps me to do – perfect my work. Make it more professional.
Another frustrating aspect of being a writer, is getting your work out there, getting it known. I try sites like GURU for instance, and it is very difficult to get your Proposals to be chosen. Near impossible I find. Despite all my examples of writing from Flurt, despite all my blogs, there is still so little that I know. There is the web side to writing that leaves me wondering if I should get some training there, there is also the creative side to writing that I am working on slowly, and there is other types of PR type writing I’m hoping to gain experience in.
What is really hard, is falling so far. Going from someone who excelled at work and school to someone who is always fighting just to better herself, to stay awake all day, to earn a living by a skill that so many people think they can do. I know I have the raw talent but recognition remains difficult, so does perfection, so does saying what I need to say in the right way. What I loved about working was I always had mentors, to fight by yourself is a really hard road to take. How do you make yourself stand out from the crowd? I’m not sure.
Everybody wants something different and it’s hard to tell what that is. But I am learning a thing or two. The most important thing I am learning is to keep writing anyways. Good or bad, grammar good or not, I write. Perseverance in any job or hobby is critical. The second thing I learned is that failing is good. If you fail a thousand times and do well just once, then you have done your job. Life is about failing although we like to think it is about succeeding, really it’s about rearranging our circumstances and making something good come out of the bad.
Life is also about seeing things relatively speaking. Maybe a good day for me is when I get 10 likes on my blog, or a comment on one of my articles. Maybe a bad day is when I realized I could have said a lot more about that subject but was too tired to write more. Everything is relative, because everyone has different tastes and audiences. But really in someway I think things turn out okay anyways. One day where someone says I really liked your article about . . . can make a hundred other not so good days seem fantastic. As the band Modest Mouse sang ” And, we’ll all float on, okay. And we’ll all float on, okay. And we’ll all float on, okay. And we’ll all float on alright.” Everything is going to be okay.