Working

Damn, it’s been 2 days and I haven’t updated my blog. I kinda suck a little. But the good news is that I’ve been working on Nikki a little bit more. I have much more of her story in mind and even got a little bit on paper. I’ve also been reading, drinking in words. I finished the Door to December by Dean Koontz, but I was disappointed in the ending. I also just finished The Seance by Heather Graham. It wasn’t half bad. So I’m not really into the whole romance thing, but the rest of it was pretty good. I even liked the ending. I totally didn’t get it until close to the end. I suppose that’s how a good mystery goes.

There will be no updating on the blog this weekend. Tomorrow the beach with the monkey and Sunday is daddy’s day. Tomorrow night is the Somerville fire fighters playing softball with retired Boston sports hero’s or something of the likes. Busy weekend ahead.

With all that’s going on, I’ll have a lot to write about next week.

Fact Check

So I found this amazing site that I just have to share!! So this clears confusion in US politics. They are a non partisan, non profit site bringing you the truth.

Example John McCain says he voted for a special committee (like the 9/11 committee) to look into the governments actions in the wake of hurricane Katrina, however he voted not once, but twice against the independent commission.

So if you do not believe what comes from the mouths of politicians you can check this site and see if they are lying or not. I believe in most cases they are lying.

http://www.bzzagent.com//p/1288300073/chrissym79

Whirlwind Weekend

What a busy weekend. The weather is hot and sticky. Spending the day at the beach was one way to cool off. Saturday I took my little monkey to Walden Pond to keep cool. She didn’t want to leave the water at all, not even to eat. My mom tells me I was like that when I was a young one. Between that, the party and having family fun day on Sunday there was no time to work with Nikki Po. Something will have to be done about that this week. Looks like a busy and hot week ahead. Good thing the Ac’s have been put in. And even though I haven’t written in a few days I have been reading. Sadly it was a book I had already read and forgot that I read it, until i got into it. Even sadder is I don’t remember what happens in the end so now I have to finish it.

Nikki Po

Nikki Po came to me in a dream last night. She begged, screamed, pounded on my chest for a voice. This is something I will have to try and give her. A few things about her have appeared in my mind, but nothing concrete enough to write here, right now. I believe I can do her justice. Looks like I have a project for the weekend. This is very exciting for me, to finally have some kind of character.

I Heart the Clintons

I don’t know what is about them, but I heart the Clintons. I heart them individually and I heart them together. There is just something about them that makes me smile.

Thought I was Done

So I thought that I was done with writing poems, until I worked on my sestina (see below I think). Now I know it may not be the best sestina ever, but it felt good writing it. It has been a long time since it felt good while I was writing a poem. They felt forced, not flowing. Like Fence. I mean it’s about a fence and it’s not good at all. There are so much more to fences then what I came up with, you know like how they glisten in the street lights or when they are blinding because of the sun. What about how sad the little girl looks behind it, because her ball bounced over and into the street? I suppose I could have written that then, but it didn’t come. There is a bunch of stuff I’m figuring out as I try to write more, like how I stink at description. Looks like I have some describing to do soon. There is also dialogue and a bunch of other things. But hey at least now I remember why I used to write poetry in the first place.

What Would You Do?

I know this may suck, but whatever. It’s just that I’m practicing a sestina.

She wanted to vanish

Disappear into the mud

She gave into the violence

Blood covered her in a wash

There was evidence she knew not to disturb

She heard footsteps running, hoping they would not return

 

Getting up she knew she had to return

To get back to the party before her friend would vanish

The bedroom door was closed, which meant she shouldn’t disturb

She went outside to throw rocks in the mud

She looked down at her shoes, they needed a wash

When she closed her eyes she still felt the violence

 

She was shaking with violence

The pants weren’t hers, she had to return

She hoped they would be easy to wash

The blood she thought would vanish

Along with the mud

Her ring though, they did not disturb

 

Her courage no one could disturb

She wanted revenge with violence

Spit flew from her mouth to the mud

Wishing now that they would return

When she went for her friend, a gun did vanish

The ones that had hurt her would now need a wash

 

Thinking new thoughts, over her they did wash

She no longer cared about evidence she should not disturb

It was her turn to make them vanish

They would be wishing that they could return

Instead of being buried in the mud

 

Her foot prints in mud

The carpet now would also need a wash

The say way she did return

She followed the prints back, wishing to disturb

She had changed her mind about the violence

Relieved she would not now have to vanish

 

She no longer wanted to disturb the mud

She went to wash the violence off

She’s glad to return to her life, not having to vanish.