Writing Log XI

Haven't updated in awhile, but in total I'm at 14 chapters so far, with a word count of 73,600. It's pretty strange to think of how near the end of January I had only had 6 chapters written, and in about a month I've written 8 more chapters. It's good to know that I'm still really pumping it out, and have the capacity to do so. In a few more chapters the climax of the book will be at hand. I'm already so happy with what I've done so far, I can't imagine what it'll be like write the climax, but i'm looking forward to it. And yes of course, happy leap day!

21. Saginaw

I am the vicar of myself,
on earth, and I say
that life is lived
in the time between the toilets.

See, upon perlustration
(when truly squeezed)
it fails to burst, filling with
blood, and it’s back to the
bathroom I run, more
worried adult, than child,
and more.

20. Hastings

A doom
befitting me,
bemoaning,
things long forgotten,
aswarm with feeling
and dust.

Silently standing, you
pass your judgment,
Remontant blooming,
subtly withholding,
glossy secrets of
silk and screen.

New Poem: City Electric

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City Electric

Writing Log X

Finished Chapter 11 today while also breaking 50,000 words. Feel pretty productive with the story.  Of course doubts about how others will receive it are always prevalent. Human truth is what is to be striven for though, and if a story has that it has merit. Even if it's something like twilight which is despised by thousands of people; but it  also rings true in the core of thousands of people who love the series. I have to believe that  if it was complete crap that wouldn't happen at all. Word count is: 50,473.

Writing Log IX

Today I finished up Chapter 10. Tomorrow I'll be creating a Chapter 11 that wasn't in the original plan. There was to much differing material that I had slated for Chapter 10 that I figured another chapter was needed.

Happy that I managed another poem for "Train Names..." yesterday as well. Inspired from walking by a Zumba class in a very public place. The most somber and thoughtful reaction to Zumba ever? I think so.

16. Cedar Springs

Surprise, realization, 
shouting dancers, gyrate;
to lead the conclusion; 
I have achieved the grim look of a writer. 

   My hair has grown long,
   scraggly beard unkempt,
   wrinkles in age old clothes.

I walk by, you already say nothing; 
happiness does not bound the barrier, 
saltation flows preserved.
I would not have acquiesced
a squeak from supple lips; and
thus silence arrives with her
somber thought pennies.

2. Negaunee

I’ll never forget Negaunee,
squatting, staring over
Superior water’s, cold,
                                       windswept,
                                                             waves.

One wondrous ripple rolls close
whispering, ‘I’ll never understand her’
and throws itself upon the stony shore.

I watch the tiny beads, shatter and squirm back
towards the great cold lake, and I have nothing to say.

Another is thrust up, quickly proclaiming
‘I! I am to blame!’, and breaking in dissolution
polishes damp stone.

I poke between pebbles,
 ‘Surely, not you, dear ripple.
Surely not you.’

I’ll never forget Negaunee,
squatting, staring over,
Superior water’s, cold
                                      windswept,
                                                             waves.

4. Harvey

Awake, dear trainman,
such a sweet solace 
curled on a couch
cleft in your coach
have you found. Though
sequestered sweetly,
newborn sleep i must disturb,
Pardon sir, pardon please.

Tingling twinge, toward
conscience you come!
should i? Yes, should i, 
should have done.
Uncurl you on your couch
unfurl those darting eyes!
From trouble found no safety sweetly,
Pardon sir, pardon please. 

'Toward lands tumult
we speed! Where swallows
dare no dip, daunting they
dove before! Many eyes,
many eyes, greedy eyes
hungry eyes, await,
wrist, chest, weight on rail,
yet brave wings drop no more.'

'Should i, have no worries of birds,
of malnourished eyes, I have mine own.
Sleep I've had little lately, resting 
wrested quickly by "Should i's, 
should have done's."' - turning goes trainman,
sunken sleep regains. Swallows 
dive daunting dips, 
Pardon sir, pardon please.

5. Harvey Jr.

Bear
means took long ago;
But
still watch,
Lady lonely and her
bestial entourage of
“Best Times”; which mean
all not-too-much.

Moss, because became
synonymous synamorous
long ago. (Do not know
how it happened.)

External summer days dead,
rivulets and streams run within,
I do meets I do not,
when, when wonders why
I wade in them now.

9. Harbor Beach I

I.

One night
wishing
I could whistle
I recognized (not for the first time)
my grandfather
was a great man.

He warned me of Jack Frost,
who would call on an old black
ro-tar-y dial telephone
every time I ran into the basement.

I’m not sure what,
he’d say of me now,
or what my contemporaries
would think of him.

13. Pentwater

Blue; and a room
I was a stone
I was for Lorelei,
I was self, and self
was for me.

Ensorcell; and a room
I was a stone,
I was for Lorelei,
I was for self
and self was for me.

Eyeless; Lothario
pale, at the door
black gaze
hungry, hungry
anxiety

Peerless; Lothario
waiting at the door
black gaze
hungry, hungry
anticipator

for me.