When February arrives tomorrow, pushing and shoving no doubt, it will bring with it yet another NaBloPoMo opportunity. I participated in the writing-every-day challenge back in November - the anniversary month of NaBloPoMo. It was fun, interesting, hard, frustrating and I'm so glad I did it. NaBloPoMo introduced me to some incredible writers to which I feel very connected.
The more a person writes, the better they become at coaxing the thoughts from their brain to have them travel down their arms and through their fingers to race along the keyboard *tippitytappity* - depositing those ideas onto a blank screen.
It is oodles of fun. Until it isn't.
There is always an, "until"...in everything we do, isn't there?
So, right now I'm trying to entice the story that is in my head to live in my computer instead. These things tend to relentlessly occupy my thoughts! While I'm doing that, I am also contemplating another run at NaBloPoMo. Maybe.
While I write, I am resisting the ever present urge to flee to the ocean. It has my number, the sea, and it keeps calling me. There is only so much nagging I can take before I cave in and give it what it wants. It misses me...I think. So it should come as no surprise that my little story (??is this really a story??) has everything to do with the sea.
She fashioned herself a crown - not of rubies and pearls, but of bottle caps and sea glass.
With it She sat upon the shore commanding the waves to greet her feet with a caressing curtsy. She would then cast them away with her gnarled driftwood wand, only to watch their devoted return - the waves couldn't keep away, so devoted they were to her. She bid the seahorses to gather the diamonds that bobbed upon the swells, glittering in the sunlight, which She would then feed to the sharks - keeping their teeth strong and plentiful, should She ever need to declare war upon the destroyers of her realm. People pass by, with headphones and cellphones and chatting partners, blissfully unaware of her. They might imagine seeing a girl seated upon the sand, gazing toward the horizon.
Did they see the diamonds? What about the chorus of turtles, or the jellyfish ballet? No, they didn't. Her Queendom performing for her eyes only. When it came time to leave and do things that are required, expected and necessary, She knew the sea would pine away for her. "Fear not," she says, "for you belong to me and I to you." And so it waits for her return.
Happy One More Day Closer To The Weekend, my peeps.
You painted a picture in my head and it won't leave. You have a gift, my friend, and you ARE a gift.ReplyDelete
A. stands for Admiring
I feel a calling to the sea and the sparkle of diamonds in the sand! Oh! I hate being land locked! Musn't grumble...ReplyDelete
I think you should sign-up for February and rock that creative wand! Go for it!
A. - thank you, thank you, THANK YOU my friend for such lovely kind words.ReplyDelete
V.V. - still in the 'thinking' phase. We'll see... :-)
I agree with miss VV you should definitely come share your creative mind with us :) I love seeing the stick family on a regular basis, and if you run out of things to say you can follow the prompt! Do it Do it Do it!ReplyDelete
ps: i said yes. i'm in. commitment will make me write.
pss: do it do it do it
Do it. :)ReplyDelete
I love your story.
I loved it too. Poetry.ReplyDelete
YOU ARE A WRITER!ReplyDelete