Sunday, September 28, 2008

Any day now...

Next week starts the period where I should be hearing back answer, one way or the other, about my latest agent query. It's a two to three week turnaround and week two begins on Tuesday.

You try to stay motivated but you start second guessing yourself. You worry and wonder if this stuff is any good.

In the meantime I have been punching up the language and tone.

Maybe another writer's workshop is what I need. Get more outside perspective. Get any outside perspective.

I had tried this online workshop called Urbis but most people only comment on the first chapter. Favorable comments but they only go so far.

Yeah, I will look for a workshop to join and bring my little book along with me...

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Flame and Bone

When I was made from fire
Poured into the tender vessel of caution
That keeps my smoke from rising
Quickly did I discover that apart from crisp drizzles or falling snow
The world chilled my touched
Walking the narrow cornered gap between girders and cut stone
One learns to tuck his shoulders in or risk
Jostling a neighbor passing by rapt with want
For a clear path without the distraction
Of another man's boiling eyes
The tip of a finger
That oldest of all weapons
Grown deadlier and pristine in its invention
Gathers a mote of a cinder on its bare flesh
And turns pondering how best to scratch the impious itch
Prying open the tender seam
Where the oil of thought dews
Offering a new wick to ignite
Squirming alive as a salamander of mischief
That yearns for a taste of air it is so ready to devour
The steam of breath betrays me
Before the glint of orange spreads
In popping bright waves
Eroding the fibers feeding it
Leaving naught but ash
As my shell of quietude falls away