Sunday, May 31, 2009

Not gonna "Mayke it happen"...

The deadline is here and I didn't hit 60,000 words. The easy excuse is to say I have a lot on my plate. But I don't deal in excuses anymore. Didn't commit myself to writing every day as I should have. So I am out of the running and won't get my chance to get a pro looking over my book proposal.

What to do now? Get back in there and finish Heritage House as quickly as I can. It means I will have to chase agents on my own but hey...I've been here before.

Meanwhile, my vanilla beans are settling in the sugar for the next round of creme brulee. Should be ready just in time. Must remember to refill the torch.

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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