yearning for power over fear of the unknown chant into the night
ancient recipes to command earth’s forces and fight the unseen
something from nothing symbols of knowledge reveal the boundary torn
For today’s visual prompt, I chose this image by Anton Semenov
micro-story : Mikey had tricked the guardian into opening the portal to the depths of nightmares. He was starting to regret trapping his little brother down there. If he couldn’t bring him back, Mom was going to kill him.
I bite into a parsley sprig and as its slightly bitter flavor reaches my tongue I remember a time full of possibility of juice bars and homemade fashions utopian ideals of altruism heady philosophies, discourse and exchange I nibble at tasty lacy leaves and remember easier beliefs
micro-story : As his canoe rounded the bend, he gasped and pulled his oar to slow his approach. The recent earthquake must have caused a mudslide, revealing that what he had always believed to be large white stones was actually a giant skull. He heard a rumble and his canoe rocked. He couldn’t help but personify the quaking of the earth.
Ever since I started playing with klecksography, I intended to draw on my inkblots and put poems on them, but I couldn’t get myself to do it. I even made photocopies of a lot of my inkblots, but still couldn’t get myself to draw on them. So to go along with today’s theme, I grabbed one of my inkblots, drew this happy creature on it and wrote my poem on it. I dared to try a poem form I’ve been wanting to try as well: a grid in which the poem can be read in rows, columns, and/or diagonally.
micro-story : She was tired of running up the stairs only to stare into an empty room. What did she think she would do if she saw the source of the banging, the footsteps? Her nerves were quickly fraying. What could she do?
For today’s poem, I had some fun. I looked up a list of horror podcasts and randomly clicked somewhere in a show and wrote down the first thing I heard. I used those lines to inspire my Ottava Rima.
Once I Escaped the Void
Taking a deep breath, I escaped the void our restlessness was to me a paradox an opportunity to be employed like the worn off number on the celestial jukebox repetition of continuation kept us annoyed like each of the sullied grains freed from the sandbox let them scatter into the universe their upsetting choices making it worse
I understand the importance of most death it can’t stop me either though I’m flummoxed to draw my next breath under the weight of that ravenous seer time to strike and leave bereft the shadow people in their fever hands reaching out of the dark leave a burn, a tender mark
Large heaps of flesh-colored wax were scattered around the room disobeying any logical syntax melting in flame, bloom a heady perfume the heat weaves it’s cracks to the inter-dimensional vacuum scattering me to the adverse universe to disperse and traverse the inverse
For today’s visual prompt, I chose “Lost” by Alex Timmermans
micro-story : The stranger arrived with the fall, leading a wild boar by a sheer scarf. They approached silently from the thick wood to the east, as if they did not possess enough weight to crunch a dry leaf. Yet everywhere they walked, trouble became too heavy to bear.
Summer ends and flits away leaving behind its bounty the ears of corn from Father’s garden have no need for butter or salt the light-yellow kernels sweet and juicy release the rays of the sun delighting the tongue
Today was a serendipity-full day, so when I happened upon a site that does “Textile Poems,” I decided that was a perfect type of poem for today. I love making fabric art and really like the idea of its creation as a poem.
Reflected in the mirror slick the sound-foam reforms elastic ostrich feathers flutter tickly all rest on faux-fur carpet soft the centerpiece sandpaper rough jagged saw-blade teeth look prickly The fence climbed over of wire barbed the next higher and razor-sharp brush for metal mesh holds bristly
micro-story : He thought the replicator would solve his problems. After the first copy wouldn’t go to work, or even clean the house, but plopped down and moped in the other corner of the room, he probably should have stopped. He figured the replicator must have malfunctioned, or he had used it incorrectly, so he tried again, and again, again. . . .
Yesterday, I put my printer through a serious workout. I printed worksheets like crazy and organized them in a binder that is now filled to capacity. It is organized into sections: Me, My Process & Motivation; Brainstorming; Characters; Settings; Plot, conflict, suspense, tension; and Scenes.
What she was doing with her fantasy novel wasn’t helping me, but she got me thinking (her cheat sheets) about obligatory scenes and the story grid. So I downloaded the genre story grid cheat sheets and started looking for obligatory scenes and conventions as I followed along with the One Page Novel technique and (pause for dramatic effect) I started coming up with specific scene ideas for my novel.
Tonight, I’m going to play with some timeline worksheets and the futurists thinking Reveal Unexpected Possibilities worksheet to explore my setting more.
What are you focusing on for these last days of NaNo Prep? Do you have any questions about NaNoWriMo?
The gypsy in a rage cursed him like a sour breakfast blueberry biting
He called her ugly and inert while flames flickered on the table caution
He had been drawn to her beauty warm like his mother’s sitting room festive
But disliked the fortune she told as the wind crescendoed to howl in waves
When she placed the cards one by one to keep teeth from ire and vengeance telling
She read he would face rejection like red hots, not like cinnamon piquant
And disappointment would follow misty, overcast, and chilly heavy
Because she revealed his future a sharp chirp to a yappy dog fulfilled
For today’s visual prompt, I chose Judgement by Kamila Szutenberg
micro-story : And this was how Halia described the new legal system, of which she was a part: a giantess, mind engorged, pulsating with all knowledge, ever expanding, scrolls through her lengthening lists of wrongs, lording them over the disembodied masses, drifting through her realm as quantum switches.
Because I approach the page differently when I write by hand and when I type, I decided to set up a binder for my NaNoWriMo project. I collected worksheets and printables I think will inspire me and this week I plan to fill some in every day. If you find worksheets helpful, you may want to look at:
Do you have other worksheets and printables that inspire you?
I also found a bunch of Scrivener templates other authors have created. Though I like the one I set up and it has a lot of information in it already, I thought I would take a look at these other templates and see if they inspire.
Forms Diatelle or previous form didn’t try (I went with the Channeling Emotion exercise I mentioned above)
A Glow in the Darkness
Curiosity is throwing a lantern into midnight’s halitosis an unsettling smell that tickles like a crawling tick she picks locks on dream diaries though sometimes she doesn’t like what she finds her twitchy fingers touch everything collecting memories of textures and heat like a campfire under a full moon an antidote for darkness’s cover
Curiosity scoots her chair forward aluminum legs scrape along the floor she leans forward expectantly bright eyes wide, eyebrow raised she loves to dip a toe in the water though she’ll more often dive right in the questions burst with rapid fire digging for desired answers until the source of the well runs dry like dismembering the eclipse of ignorance
Holding her torch high, she plunges further into the void the bad breath left by forbidden fruit still stimulates her senses the entries in stranger’s journals may reveal the reviled a risk she takes on her eternal quest for all that’s new, she darts through every cracked door, ignoring boundaries, leaping fences breaking through limits to find a new shadow to light
For today’s visual prompt, I chose this image of giant flying man-o-war jellyfish.
micro-story : She knew they didn’t mean to kill. They were wild and new to flight. Their highly poisonous tentacles, swimming through the mist, were but sensing their environment, drawn to her as she was to them.
Read for inspiration and craft
Horror flash fiction story Bakhtak by Ross Jeffery
Yesterday, I got a good start on my list of sound collecting for my sci-fi soundtrack. I recorded some sounds outside, some piano, selected bass effects and played with some riffs. I practiced the drums, but decided to start with other percussion instruments. Music is definitely one way I relax and process my feelings, so I’ll keep playing with my ideas for music that hopefully will inspire my writing.
The other thing that helps me relax and process my feelings is reading, so I just stocked up on ebooks from my library. I borrowed titles on writing sci-fi and a whole lot of science fiction stories. I also picked up other books on writing, especially focused on plot because I want to have my outline ready for November first.
This week’s NaNo Prep 101 theme is Find, Schedule, and Manage Your Time. These days, time just flies by for me, even on strangely slow days. I have yet to accomplish my butt-in-seat goals, so I’ll keep trying. Like I’ve said, listing my goals and publishing them here tends to help me get things done, so this week, I will be in my office, typing, by 9:30 am each morning.
I saw this video of fun, old Halloween music on A.M. Moscoso’s MY ENDURING BONES and I thought it fit nicely with today’s theme. There are a bunch of similar videos on Youtube, so my day’s soundtrack is set.
Asps aggravate Agatha while Barracudas bother Brendon and Calliopes creep out Christian when Dracula deeply disturbs Devon Electrical storms enrage Evangeline, but it’s Frogs that freak out Freddy Ghouls greet Gretchen gleefully while Horrifying headless haunt Harry Ichabod icily isolates ill-wind when Jack Frost jumps and jives Killers keep kicking Kenneth and Lampreys lick at Lulu Monsters menace Mandy while Necromancers needle Nick and Open graves’ odors obfuscate Olivia when Poltergeists pester Penelope Quagmires quell Quincy’s quickness Rats require Ralph’s rancor Spirits stress Susan and Telepaths terrify Thomas Unctures unbalance Unis Voodoo vexes Vincent while Wicca worries Wanda Xenormorphs x-ed Xavier Yeti yammers at Yolanda, but it’s Zoospores and zoysia that zap Zach to zip
micro-story : I had been looking down, trying to decipher the arrows on his phone when the brakes squealed and the car swerved wildly. I grabbed the dash, anticipating a collision that didn’t come. His chest heaved under his bloodless face. He didn’t answer my questions, only pointed to the street. I didn’t believe my eyes. I decided it was shock that made me see a woman, in the glow of the headlights, floating, horizontally, as if sleeping, about seven feet over the road.