Turns out today is my Ten Year Anniversary on WordPress, and also my One Year anniversary on 4theWords. I guess I like to start things today.
Ten Years feels so monumental. Thank you all for following along on my creative journey. Thank you for reading, liking, commenting and participating in the slightly over 1,000 posts I have written in that time. And thank you for your work that brings a smile to my face, inspires me, and gives me things to think about. I appreciate that you are here. I hope we are still enjoying this writing experience together in another ten years.
For today’s images I cut a spider filter and a web-shaped filter. I’m surprised I haven’t done that before. I tried putting the spider cut-out on the web; it almost worked, but the spider wasn’t clear enough.
OctPoWriMo 2023:Facing Our Fears
I chose to respond to the Wallace Stevens poem “Tattoo.”
If A Spider a response to Wallace Stevens If a spider crawled under my eyelids, the web it spread would no long matter, the light would never be seen, because that idea is so wrong; like saying the spider crawled in my ear, like saying the spider crawled up my nose, and made a web in my brain. That's an attack spider, a murder spider, not light. And where is the tattoo? Whose tattoo is it that inspires you to write of where the arachnid crawls? Now I will need to tape my eyes shut at night. Over and over the image plays: spider legs touching my eyes, the web spreading over my vision after crawling over the water.
Writober 2023
The 13 Days of Samhain prompt for today is “Ghostlights” which helped me with today’s image prompt.
Cows for a Goose and a Harp
Jack stood by the hearth, poking the fire and dreaming about heroic adventures.
“Jack! Don’t you hear them? Those cows are upset again. It will sour the milk. Go see what’s the matter,” his mother scolded.
Jack didn’t take his eyes from the burning castles he saw in embers. “They’re cows. They moo. So what?”
“You get out there right now, or I’ll . . .”
She didn’t ever finish her threats, but that was enough to get Jack outside. He shoved his hands in his coat pockets and muttered his frustrations while stomping and kicking at the mud on the way to the field.
Fee Fi Fo Fum whispered on the wind. Then he realized it was too light out. He could clearly see his boots, but they were outlined in blue. There was a bluish tint to the dirt and the rocks too. He stopped where the grass grew thick and looked up. There wasn’t a full moon. There wasn’t any moon at all.
The cows. The cows were lowing, but with good reason, they were floating in the air. There were two bright lights above them, casting a blue tint on everything. Jack stared into the lights. They were ghostly orbs like eyes; like two giant eyes. Fee Fi Fo Fum bellowed from above.
“No! ” Jack screamed. You’re dead. I killed you.
NaNoWriMo Prep
Today was the first zoom meet-up with my region liaison and fellow “Sockmonkeys.” We talked about writing resources, and what we write. I’ve definitely decided on Supernatural Horror. So today I’m looking at the Horror Genre on StoryGrid.com. After reading the obligatory moments, I realized this is my opportunity to create characters for my supernatural monster to kill off. This will be both fun and cathartic.
If you are attempting NaNoWriMo this year and would like to be my writing buddy just search marialberg at the top of the NaNoWriMo.org /dashboard page and you’ll find me. I’m getting excited to explore a new novel idea.
Experience Writing 