"Haiku 105" (aka Wanted)

I wanted to write
But my thought were lost in words
Weed in the garden

I wanted to grow
But my mind was washed in fear
Flooded my way home

"Too tired"

I am too tired
 Too tired to read
 Too tired to write
 Too tired to think
Please, would someone
  wish me, good-nite

"A new poem"

I wanted to write a new poem
Something that would touch my readers
Something that would paint a picture on the screen

Digital poetry is boundless

and yet               I stutter



my empty space speaks volumes
as for my words
my works
me

I am left wanting
wanting a new poem

Something that is emotional
Something that is raw
Something real

... something

National Punctuation Day

http://www.nationalpunctuationday.com/

My top 3 favorite punctuation: (yes, I have three)

1. Ellipsis... http://www.nationalpunctuationday.com/ellipsis.html

2. Brackets [http://www.nationalpunctuationday.com/brackets.html]

3. Parenthesis (http://www.nationalpunctuationday.com/parentheses.html)

Looking for ideas

I am looking to write outside of my comfort zone. So, I am asking my readers/friends/followers/fans to submit ideas for a short story. I will write for you. I will post during the process and I will post the final product.

Will I write a story for you?

tweet it to me
 @mellybean1226

A Thoughtful Pen by whitelion

Imposible

I wonder how many lists & notes that I need to write before anything gets done?

I know that I need to take babysteps, but that first step scares the crap out of me.

Why?

It's all too much for me to handle.

I just can't do it all alone.

I always feel alone.

I know that I'm not alone, but that rarely makes a difference.

Losing myself in fiction

I haven't been writing anything of importance lately. I have been diving into the Delicious world of nighttime soap TV and corny romance novels. It is my curse and a blessing to have someplace to go to get away from what I know that I should be doing.

Okay, so I know that my goal (as it always has been) is to write a novel. I have had this as one of my goals for a long time. However, it is now my central goal. Not because it is the next big thing that I want to do, but because it is going to take a awful long time to finish. Or should I say start.


How to write a novel:
Step 1: get out and live
Step 2: write about what you know
Step 3: get it published and become world known


I started the leg (should that be finger) work when I started this blog. But as I often do, I lost sight of my goal and focused to much on the details. I do not need to write my novel this year, but I do need to write. I also need to get paid, because life isn't free & I do not have a trust fund.

So, I'm writing. I'll just call my fictional guilty pleasures research/inspiration.

My 100 blog posting

I have been reading my old blog on myspace. It wasn't even my first blog. I didn't realize how long that I've been blogging, but it's over 10 years. So, this is - by far - not my 100 blog posting ever. Just # 100 here!

Still this is something to celebrate. I was hoping for 365 postings my first year here, but my project failed me.

I feel a strange emptiness in my writing after reading my postings from 7 years ago. I was unabashedly blogging out my life. Now I can't turn out a single blog without tossing the idea around for a few days. 

I wasn't going to make this a personal blog. It was for my writing, but there is nothing more personal than my poetry.

*Simple musings* that is what I called the blog after the project was ended. It's about time that I getting musing!

Your's truly, 
Melanie Ann

Inspiration

I am inspired, people. By the very blog that I created (& you are reading). A year of daily writing was too much for this busy mom, but I miss my studies of poetry. I miss school, really. Yes, I was one of THOSE kids. I liked school & now miss it, especially my studies in literary forms (i.e. poetry). I guess that there is some short stories that needs my attention on my computer.

SO...

I vow to you now, my random sprinkling of regular readers (that would be you, Ron), there will be much more writing in the near future. At the very least, I will find my old notebook from the project & input the poetry that I physically wrote but never posted. :)

"Time to write"

Its time to write.
 Get ready. Pen in hand. 
 Notebook open to a crisp, clean page.
 Cuddle into a cozy chair
 with a cup of hot tea.
Its time to write.
 Just waiting for inspiration.

Image: graur codrin / FreeDigitalPhotos.net

"Tapping on the keyboard"

Inspiration lagging
  tap, tap, tap
Formation of words
Dancing in my head
  tap, tap, tap
Swashing ideas
  tap, tap
Mindfully ignoring
My greatest thoughts
  tap, tap, tap, tap
Stories are fleeting
Characters running
Fragments of my imagination
  tap, tap, tap
Is this really the end?

"Writing"

The words start to blur on the page
                                                      it seams like I've done all this before
Writing and writing
                             but getting nowhere
I can't tell if I've just started
                                           or just finished