The exercise:
Our topic for today shall be: the lost letter.
As of this morning it has been seven years since I was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes. Which meant a trip to Tim Hortons with my family in order to celebrate Diabetes Donut Day. I went with a blueberry fritter this time around and I do not regret it.
The addition of Max to the festivities has left me especially grateful to these guys this year.
Mine:
Its message fading,
It sits waiting
Upon the ground,
Hoping to be found.
Left behind,
For years unkind,
The light of day
A world away.
Nearing rotten,
Surely forgotten
I thought,
But it is not.
Sunday January 20th, 2013
The exercise:
Write something that takes place in: the graveyard.
Canucks did slightly better this evening, as they managed to not lose until the shootout. So... at least they got one point, as opposed to the zero points they brought in last night.
I think they're going to appreciate having the next two days off.
Mine:
It feels strange, walking through a graveyard on a sunny afternoon. My mind insists on conjuring up ghosts, rain, at least a dash of fog here and there. Too much time spent planted in front of the television as a child, I suppose.
Still though, that blue sky overhead, this bright light surrounding me, the gentle breeze tugging at my clothes, it all seems too... happy for this place. Intruders, all of them.
Perhaps I don't belong here either. I'm not depressed, no thoughts of suicide haunt my dreams. Work is going well, I have all the friends a man could hope for, my love life is... respectable seems a good word. Not lacking, at any rate. No complaints to speak of at the moment.
Yet here I am. As I have been every day for the last month. Surely someone is going to notice me soon, start asking questions. That could get awkward, if not dangerous. I have to find what I'm looking for before that unpleasantness begins.
That bloody grave has to be around here somewhere.
Write something that takes place in: the graveyard.
Canucks did slightly better this evening, as they managed to not lose until the shootout. So... at least they got one point, as opposed to the zero points they brought in last night.
I think they're going to appreciate having the next two days off.
Mine:
It feels strange, walking through a graveyard on a sunny afternoon. My mind insists on conjuring up ghosts, rain, at least a dash of fog here and there. Too much time spent planted in front of the television as a child, I suppose.
Still though, that blue sky overhead, this bright light surrounding me, the gentle breeze tugging at my clothes, it all seems too... happy for this place. Intruders, all of them.
Perhaps I don't belong here either. I'm not depressed, no thoughts of suicide haunt my dreams. Work is going well, I have all the friends a man could hope for, my love life is... respectable seems a good word. Not lacking, at any rate. No complaints to speak of at the moment.
Yet here I am. As I have been every day for the last month. Surely someone is going to notice me soon, start asking questions. That could get awkward, if not dangerous. I have to find what I'm looking for before that unpleasantness begins.
That bloody grave has to be around here somewhere.
Saturday January 19th, 2013
The exercise:
Write a four line poem about: getting started.
The lockout-shortened NHL season opened today. It was not a good beginning for the Canucks, but I'm not too worried since they only had a five day training camp and no preseason games to help them get ready for the real deal.
Hopefully they can turn things around quickly, because they've got another game tomorrow night.
Mine:
Drop the puck already,
We've waited far too long!
Put on your uniform,
Get back where you belong!
Write a four line poem about: getting started.
The lockout-shortened NHL season opened today. It was not a good beginning for the Canucks, but I'm not too worried since they only had a five day training camp and no preseason games to help them get ready for the real deal.
Hopefully they can turn things around quickly, because they've got another game tomorrow night.
Mine:
Drop the puck already,
We've waited far too long!
Put on your uniform,
Get back where you belong!
Friday January 18th, 2013
The exercise:
Write four lines of prose about: the cheater.
Because, I mean, seriously Lance. You cannot make us forget what you did - and all those years of lying about it which followed - with a weak interview with friggin' Oprah.
In other, much more fun news, Max seems to be back to his usual self.
If, you know, a 10 week old can actually have a usual self.
Mine:
I know she's cheating. I know it to my very core. There is no other possible explanation for this series of victories - or defeats, if one chooses to see things from my point of view.
The problem, it has become immensely clear to me, is finding a way to prove it.
Write four lines of prose about: the cheater.
Because, I mean, seriously Lance. You cannot make us forget what you did - and all those years of lying about it which followed - with a weak interview with friggin' Oprah.
In other, much more fun news, Max seems to be back to his usual self.
If, you know, a 10 week old can actually have a usual self.
Mine:
I know she's cheating. I know it to my very core. There is no other possible explanation for this series of victories - or defeats, if one chooses to see things from my point of view.
The problem, it has become immensely clear to me, is finding a way to prove it.
Thursday January 17th, 2013
The exercise:
Write something which takes place: at sea.
Max has spent a large portion of the day asleep. I'm hoping he's just recovering from the unpleasantness of yesterday and that he'll be back to his usual form tomorrow.
Although, to be totally honest, I wouldn't mind too much if he slept this much every day. We managed to get a fair amount done around here!
Mine:
We'd been at sea for twenty weeks,
Our supplies were running low.
The wind was deader than a ghost,
Our men were too weak to row.
The captain was looking nervous,
His faith in his crew long gone.
I'll admit that night I was sure
He'd not live to see the dawn.
I think we all made that mistake,
We failed to give him his due;
For under cover of darkness
He took to the ocean blue.
The last we saw of our captain
He was bound for the horizon;
We could nearly hear him laughing
As he waved, astride a dolphin.
Write something which takes place: at sea.
Max has spent a large portion of the day asleep. I'm hoping he's just recovering from the unpleasantness of yesterday and that he'll be back to his usual form tomorrow.
Although, to be totally honest, I wouldn't mind too much if he slept this much every day. We managed to get a fair amount done around here!
Mine:
We'd been at sea for twenty weeks,
Our supplies were running low.
The wind was deader than a ghost,
Our men were too weak to row.
The captain was looking nervous,
His faith in his crew long gone.
I'll admit that night I was sure
He'd not live to see the dawn.
I think we all made that mistake,
We failed to give him his due;
For under cover of darkness
He took to the ocean blue.
The last we saw of our captain
He was bound for the horizon;
We could nearly hear him laughing
As he waved, astride a dolphin.
Wednesday January 16th, 2013
The exercise:
I do believe it's time to bring back the list prompt. So use all of the following words (in some form or another) in today's writing: sunshine, lake, chase, luck.
Max did pretty well this morning, getting through his shots without too many complaints. This afternoon and evening, on the other hand, have been more of a challenge. It's like it just took a while for him to figure out exactly what happened.
Hopefully he'll be feeling better tomorrow.
Mine:
"Well this certainly sucks."
There really wasn't any room for disagreement. There we were on the only weekend of the summer that we all had off from our various jobs, all set to relax by the lake in our bathing suits, and the sun was nowhere to be found.
On our side of the lake at least.
"Those lucky bastards."
This was directed, without much enthusiasm, at the campers on the opposite shore. They were perfectly positioned to capture the rays that had managed to slip between a crack in the clouds that had otherwise smothered the sky.
We had been watching as the patch of sunlight moved slowly from east to west, never even thinking about moving in our direction. Talk was turning to building a fire, maybe making the long trip back into town to get some coffee or hot chocolate. It was all rather depressing, really.
"Forget this," I declared, dragging myself to my feet and brushing the sand from my legs. "Come on, let's go."
"What are we doing?"
"We, my friends," I said over my shoulder as I strode along the edge of the water, "are chasing sunshine."
I do believe it's time to bring back the list prompt. So use all of the following words (in some form or another) in today's writing: sunshine, lake, chase, luck.
Max did pretty well this morning, getting through his shots without too many complaints. This afternoon and evening, on the other hand, have been more of a challenge. It's like it just took a while for him to figure out exactly what happened.
Hopefully he'll be feeling better tomorrow.
Mine:
"Well this certainly sucks."
There really wasn't any room for disagreement. There we were on the only weekend of the summer that we all had off from our various jobs, all set to relax by the lake in our bathing suits, and the sun was nowhere to be found.
On our side of the lake at least.
"Those lucky bastards."
This was directed, without much enthusiasm, at the campers on the opposite shore. They were perfectly positioned to capture the rays that had managed to slip between a crack in the clouds that had otherwise smothered the sky.
We had been watching as the patch of sunlight moved slowly from east to west, never even thinking about moving in our direction. Talk was turning to building a fire, maybe making the long trip back into town to get some coffee or hot chocolate. It was all rather depressing, really.
"Forget this," I declared, dragging myself to my feet and brushing the sand from my legs. "Come on, let's go."
"What are we doing?"
"We, my friends," I said over my shoulder as I strode along the edge of the water, "are chasing sunshine."
Tuesday January 15th, 2013
The exercise:
Write two haiku about: originality.
Max is getting his first round of vaccinations tomorrow. I am not looking forward to it. Kat is not looking forward to it. Max?
He has no idea what the morning has in store for him.
Here's hoping it goes as smoothly as possible.
Mine:
Forget trends and fads,
who cares what everyone says?
I gotta be me.
* * *
Best-selling author
with a dark secret: his words
are not really his.
Write two haiku about: originality.
Max is getting his first round of vaccinations tomorrow. I am not looking forward to it. Kat is not looking forward to it. Max?
He has no idea what the morning has in store for him.
Here's hoping it goes as smoothly as possible.
Mine:
Forget trends and fads,
who cares what everyone says?
I gotta be me.
* * *
Best-selling author
with a dark secret: his words
are not really his.
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