Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Had a pretty good creative spurt

Today's count: 2233 words, just over eight pages.

Doesn't actually make up for the days I skipped for the holidays, but it does put me closer to my self-imposed January deadline.

If I have another day like this tomorrow, I will break 70,000 words for Heritage Fields. Heck, if I keep this up I will finish the first draft by the first week of January. But lets not get ahead of ourselves. CES is next week and that will likely cause all sorts of problems for my fiction writing schedule.

Massive editing will ensue immediately after I'm done. And the hardcore pitching follow shortly after.

Must not forget to register for the Liberty States Fiction Writers conference. That's in March (I think). If I don't have this book in good shape by then... well I just WILL! DANG IT!

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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