Works in (slow) progress...and a trip into the surreal life.

1.) Outlining chapters for my NaNoWriMo novel, which is to be called "Mages of Morrow." It is set in the same alternate world as my short story, "Hold Me Closer, Tiny Dragon."  
2.) Working on finishing up some incomplete poems: "Ars Gothica", "The Thoughts of a Statue of Dead Poet in a Park Watching People", and "Blame, Lies, and Manipulations." 

I have other unfinished business, this is just the stuff I'm working on now. 

I work on these projects when I have a spare moment. And I haven't had too many of those lately. Recently my time has been maxed out with studying and writing essays for college. My term ends 7/23 and then I'll have a small break before the fall term begins on 8/23. I hope to squeeze in a little writing time during that nice break.  

I took a little field trip to the Salvador Dali Museum as part of a cultural experience for an essay I had to write for Western Humanities class. I love Dali's work. Especially those pieces from the years when he was fully engaged in doing his best Surrealist stuff.   

I feel inspired to write a story based on "Archeological Reminiscence of Millet's Angelus." But I need to chew on it mentally for a bit. When the time is right, I'll know it. I want to be able to do it justice.
 
This is a photo of the artist outside the entrance to the museum:

To do lists

I found an online image that represents my To Do List:

 If I were to alter this, it would read:

1.) Wake up.
2.) Breathe deeply.
3.) Thank God I'm still breathing.
4.) If at all possible, continue breathing.
5.) Do all those things that need doing.
6.) Go to sleep tired but glad I got some things done.
7.) Repeat.

This is a good one, especially for a college student taking a ten-week term. Miraculously, loads of homework and term papers and studying seems to get done and I'm not sure how. I am more exhausted than I have ever been in my entire life and have virtually no time to write or blog.

But I'm moving toward that goal line.

Pressing on.

Step by excruciating step.

Golden Warm

My new poem "Golden Warm" was published on "Soft Whispers" yesterday. Last week they published my poem "Only Silence Remains," but I have not posted that one yet because I am still trying to find an good image to go with the post. I almost have it sussed out, so it shouldn't be long now. 

Lying back on summer-green grass, 

gazing up at Heaven.

Stars are brighter than ever.

Night is blacker than velvet.

Heat lightning flashes in the distance:

far away for now, no threat now, no harm.

For now, I am warm--golden warm.

Warmed by love and wine

and the thought of you--asleep at my side.

Though sharp is the wind;

it howls and keens!

Come storm and do your worse!

I am golden.

I am warm.