Write a book in a week

I’m no closer to having written a book in a week than I was last Friday!
I suppose if we count my ramblings in the journal, I have written a very short book in a week. I don’t think the words in the journal count though. That’s a story not too many ppl would find to be very interesting. I lead a boring life! I’ve been out of the house exactly three times this week. Two of those times was go next door to my sister’s house.
I’ll give this another shot and see if I can get more than two Word Document pages written….
wish me luck!

If I start my book today, I will have seven days to finish the rough draft. I don’t even have an idea of what the plot of this book will be! Maybe I shouldn’t start it today? But then, what day SHOULD I start? Gotta start sometime!!! Might as well be today~!
This is the plan—
No writing in this space. You all will just have to accept my word that it got done. I’ll start a new document in Word and add to it for the next six days. Doesn’t need a title. Doesn’t need a plot to begin with. Just need to get some words down on paper. (or screen)
OK here goes!

But is it a book anyone wants to read? I really don’t know the answer to that question. The rough draft is 278 pages long. It is mostly poetry, but some commentary is included. I didn’t start out to write a book at all. It was started as an explaination for why I love him. It was started out as a letter to the man but it evolved with the poetry added in cause poetry is how I state my feelings, my emotions. No one has read the book but me.
I think I shall start this goal over completely and see what else I can come up with besides this pseudobook of life’s let downs. Cause that is what it is all about… let downs and promises that never came to be. Promises never even made.
I’m feeling very sentimental today and I really do believe that I should just give up this book idea and start all over again with a different subject matter.

I haven’t the discipline though to accomplish it right now. I have been writing for the goal of publishing a book of poetry. That goal is still quite a ways off though.
I like the idea of taking words out of thin air and producing a rough draft of what could be the turning point for someone in their life. Perhaps the turning point in my own life.
I haven’t given up on this goal though…

And that just isn’t happening this week!
Guess this one is put on hold till I get home from Abilene late Sunday evening or early Monday morning. I haven’t decided if I’ll stay the night or not…
I slacked off on this writing assignment I gave to myself! But not to worry! Not to worry at all!! I will attempt to finish it next week.
We’re starting all over again…
wish me luck!

Storms are Brewing on the Horizon

In more ways than one, the storms are on the rise.
The weather gurus have officially declared storms for tonight in the form of thunder boomers. I happen to adore a good old fashioned thunderstorm. The lightning flashing. The thunder roaring above the prairie. Rain pouring down on the thirsty earth… Nothing quite so exciting as a good old fashioned thunderstorm.
My favorite part of that phenomenon is occurring as I write this essay. The air is still, the sky is darkening and clouds are getting together to wreck so havoc. That’s all cool with me!
The wind will pick up, cool things off considerably and rain will fall gently as the clouds gather round and send the thunder, the lightning and that electricity one feels when the clouds are ready to burst forth with a deluge of rain.
I don’t know that the excitement of the thunderstorms predicted will actually occur in my backyard but on the prairie you can see a thunderstorm in the making for miles and miles! As I look out my window I see the world has turned green. There are many more colors than green out there but green seems to predominate. Even the air has a green tinge to it. The sunflower plants are standing tall in the field like sentinels waiting for an invasion. The gold wild oats, waiting for a good rain to beat them down to the ground to sow the seeds ripe in their heads seem to be awaiting a festival.
The big black dog asleep in the front yard on a bare patch of lawn is waiting for the rain as well. He hasn’t the sense to come in out of the rain!
If no rain comes, and there is that possibility even though I can see those thunderheads forming in the west, I will be thankful for the sight before me nonetheless.
324 words 3 July 07

A Day At The Beach

Sun on the sand,
waves on the land.
I strolled through the water
getting my feet wet,
my heart soaring and
my mind free.

I stared at the expanse before me.
Water as far as the eye could see.
What wonders are hidden
in the blueness of liquid worlds.
There on the sand,
not quite visible less you see
were little sea creatures showing
themselves to me for the first time.

Tiny hermit crabs scurrying along the sand.
Anemones with tentacles reaching
to grab hold of my hand.
They tickled the fingertips,
sent a smile to my face,
glee in my heart and a touch of sunshine
into my lonely space.

Scantily clad bikinied girls
laying out in that sun,
baking their hides till they’re
nice and brown,
forgetting about the future woes.

Young men on surf boards
riding the waves,
without a care in the world
but to stay on that board.
Mist scattered like the sea gulls in flight.
The gulls cried like children lost in the night.
Waddling in the waves for a bite to eat,
the gulls soared high in the air and
landed squarely on their feet.

My first trip to the ocean was an adventure
I’ll not soon top.
Nowhere in Kansas will you find
seaweed growing in clumps.
And nowhere in Kansas will you see
the clouds look so proud as the clouds
on the seashore brought much needed
moisture to the mountains.

248 words 3 July 07

The Most Beautiful Thing in This Room

The sun is on the descent bringing this Monday to a close. I sit here in front at my desk typing words and watching the cat as she sleeps on the windowsill in the waning light.
She is an old cat, going on 15 years now. Miss Blue hasn’t always been called Miss Blue. We used to call her only Blue but somehow her name got added to when she was in her fourth or fifth year. She’s the ‘old woman’ of the bunch now. Doobie is right behind her in age though. Miss Blue is Doob’s mama. She was only one when she had that litter of kittens. Doob is the only kitten we kept out of that litter.
She sleeps silently there on the sill dreaming her dreams as only she will. We call her Blue because of her eyes. Blue as a summer sky! She’s an American shorthair with Siamese somewhere in her blood. Creamy white in color with pale bands of brown around her tail, along her legs and into her ears. Her long whiskers wiggle as she sleeps, do doubt deep in dreams where rodents run rampant and she can catch them all.
There are many beautiful things in this room. I look in the mirror behind my desk to see my reflection and think to myself that I too am one of the beautiful things in this room.
There is the mounted tarantula there on the wall, dead as doorknob yet looking like a beauty from another place, there for me to look upon. The tarantula and the emperor scorpion were a gift from my youngest son’s trip to NYC.
As I look around this room where many things come into view, I wonder where all this crap really came from! I know where most of it originated but some of the things stacked on the shelves, stuffed into cubby holes and scattered about, I’ve no clue how they came to be mine.

336 words 2 July 07

That’s all the time I have to write an entire book’s first draft. I already know what the book will be. Poetry and illustrations I’ve found here and there on the WWW. I’ll try very hard not to plagerize and steal artwork that is copyrighted. There’s plenty out there that is not.
The time starts NOW….6:40 pm Sunday 1 July 07. I have till 6:39 pm 8 July 07. The book will be at least 60 pages in length. I will save the draft to my word processor and copy and paste here so you all know (and I know too) that words were written every day!
Right now I have to go to town for a new lighter. I shall return later and get this book business started! Wish me luck~!