On to other things...I was talking with a friend this morning about writing. He heard that writers should write every day no matter what. No matter if its good or not, just get the words flowing. This is true and something I tend to do every day no matter what. My house is littered with little scraps of paper with scribbled words on them, notebooks filled with stories that I write when I have writers block. Sometimes an idea will come to me while I am in the shower and I will have to jot it down as soon as I am out. Like this thought I had today, 'What would a con look like in the 1600's? And if Rosencrantz and Guildenstern were really Vampires, would they be a part of it?' You know, something ala Oceans 11 maybe. I jotted it down and it went right on the pile of scribbles. Whoever cleans out my place after I am gone will be in for a treat, lol! Lots of paper, words and library books. Did I mention that I buy old library books? Our library here sells old books, $2.00 for a bag full. I always get my bag full :)
Anyway, on to the writing. Yes, its true...writers write. Sometimes every day. I generally wake up with a mission to create something every day if possible. Photos, Painting, Writing...I try to do something every single day. That's what it's all about, isn't it. There is so much beauty out there in life, in this great big world...I like to contribute to that beauty when I can. No matter if its good or bad. No matter if anyone likes it or not, because that's what its all about. You can choose to be positive and fill your space with words that feed your mind or art even when the world outside is hard. It can be a comfort food for your soul and a soft blanket for your mind. Create my friends and see what beautiful things start to bloom! Feed your soul...
So Mark, this is what I wrote today. It's rough, bad even, but I find it very funny and funny is good right now!
They Never Call:
Castle
Stone walls
She waits
Endless
fields of green
Spread out
over the vastness of time
She waits
Line of
sight on the blue horizon
No horses
today
She waits
Tear stained
cheeks
Feelings of
love lost
She waits
Years fly
past
Time stands
still
She waits
The Reaper’s
at the door
He knocks
with bony knuckles
She’s dead
Death took
her in his arms
Her love
never called
She
waits…………..
No more
Have a wonderful week my friends.
Light & Love~Anna
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