Dreams dashed and destroyed
Lying in scattered ruins
Crushed and beaten flat
Dreams dashed and destroyed
Lying in scattered ruins
Crushed and beaten flat
Working on my book
Listening to the birds sing
Nice morning routine
Dragging out of bed
Re-writing time once again
Filled with dread and hope
Ink on the paper
Real pages filled up with words
Romantic old style
Rewrites once again
Creative monster unleashed
Ripping it to shreds
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Author 1-20 starts here: http://wp.me/p2kmxm-3aN
Quick question.
Do you like the title Final Damnation or The Hands of the Devil?
Here’s the description for my new book.
Tom is a ghost hunter and a good one at that. He is a man without morals, without laws, a one man do-it-yourself kind of guy. Then the devil shows up, and Tom finds he is now face to face with pure evil. This sends Tom on a journey that will bring him into contact with all of those he has loved and lost throughout the years. He will reconnect with his ex wives, his kids, and himself. He will explore a side of himself that he never thought existed while the devil tries to regain the soul he is losing. In the end Tom must face down the devil or succumb to a fiery eternal damnation. Win or lose. Tom has no choice but to fight.
Now, the opening.
It stood in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by desert, and just off a rarely used two lane road. A road that hadn’t been paved in a long time with faded solid lines, patched up holes, and age creeping up to its outer edges in the form of high weeds and grass. Golden yellow lights splashed out of its windows and glass filled door. It was a shiny, round, and circular diner – a forgotten silver object lost in time. You could almost see Sam Spade sitting in one of the booths having a cup of Joe while thinking over his latest case.
A figure appears from out of thin air in the small area of shadows on the darkest side of this diner. He’s dressed in black shoes, black three piece suit, black tie, black fedora, and a black coat. He shakes off the cold, missing the warmth of his fiery home, ready to be done with this meeting. Today, he wants to look older and wiser, ready for business. He has aged himself to the age of sixty with short hair and wrinkled features. A doorbell clangs, as a lonely trucker, unwashed and unshaved, ready for a quick meal, steps inside the small building. The devil follows after him.
Grab a slice of life
Let your wild ambitions flow
Do not fear failure
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For more prompts like “grab” go here: Haiku Horizons
Common sense says quit
My passion will not listen
Obsession rules me
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Do any of you writers reading this feel like banging your head against a wall? I know you do. We all feel the same way each day. I wrote this Haiku this morning after feeling like no matter what I do in the writing world it will never matter. I will never catch that break. I love to write, but it really does feel like a curse some days.
To follow your dreams
Open up your mind and go
Let nothing stop you
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For more prompts each day go here: A Prompt Each Day.
Today’s prompt is a phrase – Let go.
Short story re-writes
I wake in my warm soft bed
To answer the call
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I’ve been working on a collection of short stories that I hope to release before Halloween. I do have a pretty cool cover for it already that you may or may not have seen already.
James is the designer of the cover and his work can be found here: http://www.goonwrite.com/index.htm
Before I leave you, here are a couple of things related to the title of this Haiku.
This is a solid slasher movie from the Eighties – one I still own on DVD. Cheap, creepy, and a great score.
A great song from the mighty Judas Priest – this is a ballad by them.
I awoke from sleep
Small brain break is now over
Re-write time again
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For those interested, here’s one of my favorite passages from the new book. The re-write still needs work, so what you read isn’t final at all. It is a just a taste of what I have been working on with my latest novel.
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Once inside, Tom could see people scattered across the pews praying and kneeling before their Lord. As he walked and looked at them, kneeling or sitting there in the light gloom of the church, their heads changed – turned – morphed – into the heads of sheep. Then their eyes suddenly lit up with red light, and these sheep heads turned to stare at Tom. From somewhere in the back of the church he heard a dark and evil sounding – “BAAAAAAAA!”
Tom stopped, turned, and looked to the back of the church. The devil was standing there in his dark angel form. He pointed at Tom, gave him the thumbs up, smiled, and then poofed out.
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The lead character Tom Never is a wayward sole, lost his faith at a young age. This story is about him finding himself again, the church, and reconnecting with those he left out of his life all the while trying to fend off the devil. I wrote it years ago around the time I got baptized. The story kind of popped in there when I was preparing to become a Christian. I plan to chase agents for a bit with this one and if it doesn’t work out then I will self-publish it. One way or the other, I will get it out. I believe this is probably my best work.
How about a little Christian Heavy Metal to close this post?
Rewrite pulls me up
Wakes me from peaceful slumber
Day starting early
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Curious, fellow writers, what time of day works best for you? Are you a morning person like me or do you work best at other times of the day? Once my son gets up, and we start our day, if it doesn’t happen early or at nap time then by bed time I am a no go. Usually the couch and sleep are the only things I want once 7 at night rolls around.
Microsoft Word Doc
Barren blank pages call out
Fill me with your words
Writer Writing: http://wp.me/p2kmxm-3O8
Fingers click the keys
Imagination fills space
Once covered in white
Blank pages, cursor
A story waits in limbo
Hoping to be told
Early morning calls
Time to dust off the novel
Overdue re-write
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I am trying so hard to get my latest novel re-written. Tough to get back into the groove again.
Query letters fly
Hopes and dreams riding along
With the e-mailed word
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Time to do the hardest part of my writing job, contacting agents, trying to get this book published. I can write over a hundred thousand words for a novel, but that one little query letter is the thing that gets me the most. I just can’t nail it down, can’t make it ring and sing. Here’s to hoping this one will work. Fingers crossed.
The rest in this series starts here: http://wp.me/p2kmxm-339
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By the way, 2 years ago I started this blog, can’t believe it has been that long. Thanks to all of you who follow, comment, and like the things I do. It is appreciated.
My eye lids open
Cold morning greets my body
Time to go to work
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It seems like I have been living with this current book of mine for a long time now. I am now on the finishing stages of it, the read through, which is probably the easiest part. The hard part though is getting motivated. I just feel like it is done, because it technically is. At this stage I feel like I’ve tweaked it enough that it is ready for the world, but I read through it one more time just to make sure, just to make sure it is.
Decision to make
Work on the blog or my book
While the baby sleeps
The others in this series: http://wp.me/p2kmxm-2TJ
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Early morning rise
Push in the memory stick
Time to get started
The first two: http://wp.me/p2kmxm-2PB
Another morning
Fast hands typing out quick words
The story takes shape
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