A Week’s Worth of Haikus

This is in response to the current Weekly Writing Challenge (write a haiku a day).
I wrote each haiku to match a Tarot card I drew that day.

Tuesday (Page of Pentacles, Nine of Wands)
(two, since I missed Monday)

The town hall clock strikes.
Noon. At rest from market day,
We eat our lunches.
I braved the wilds
Full of thorns and goblin thieves.
I've finally reached you.

Wednesday (Four of Cups)

The face in the pool
Danced with mermaids, fathomed seas.
Why can't that be me?

Thursday (Knight of Wands)

I live to save you
From monsters, armies, demons.
That's a hero's life.

Friday (Temperance)

Lay down your weapons.
Come and go amidst the springs,
Meet in holy peace.

And one more, for luck
I accidentally got the card for Pamela Coleman Smith, who illustrated one of the best-known Tarot decks, so I wrote a haiku for her as well.

Fate had a hand here?
I put pen to paper, brought forth
Your source of meaning.

#ROW80 Week 7: Finishings

Most of my progress this week involved finishing the things I started last week.

I sorted out the background data for my research project, and put up the blog post. (If anyone’s curious, it’s on my other blog.) Conkers only got 700 words, but the blog post progress makes up for that; and I did write five days out of seven.

On the reading front, I finished Facebook and Philosophy. It’s got several authors: each of them wrote a chapter about Facebook from a different philosophical perspective.

The quality of the chapters is a bit variable; but it did introduce me to quite a few modern philosophers, and I’ve got a few names I’m planning to follow up.

Good luck and happy writing!

See how the rest of ROW80 is going at the linky list.

#ROW80 Week 6: “Almost”s

I’ve made plenty of progress this week of #ROW80 (linky), without quite having anything to show for it.

I had a really interesting philosophy book that I wanted to finish this weekend, but it took longer to read than I thought. And since it was so interesting, I didn’t pick up another book when I realised it would take too long.

I did finish editing my research blog post, but I wanted to have a reference list for all the books I scored, and that turned out to be more work than I thought.

And I wrote 800 words on Conkers; not quite what I’d hoped, but at least an improvement on last week.

Reflection

Those 800 words ended up mostly old scenes in slightly different costumes. But in the process of re-reading the ‘old’ material, I think I got a better grip on what my stealthy character is doing.

Most of the people he’s been running away from (strangely enough, he wasn’t worried about fighting a lion) were only potentially dangerous; but the first-person narration, and his actions, were as though they were actually trying to attack him.

It’s not so much cowardice as some kind of insanity, imagining people are out to get him just because they are capable of ‘getting’ him. Not quite what I expected this character to be.

But now I know what’s going on, I can set up a situation where the character realises it; and once he knows he’s misunderstanding things, he’s in a position to do something about it.

 

I also suspect Kait Nolan’s sponsor post is something I should apply here. Invented or not, this character’s fear should still feel real, and to do that, I have to try to find real fear in myself. Hopefully I can keep that in mind in my writing this week.

Good luck and happy writing!

Breathless

Uneasily shift the guards before the gate.
Tonight, they stand a lonely watch, and cold.
In silent dark, they shall eight hours wait;
Protect the wall, and all it doth enfold.

Within the town, the lights by turns wink out;
Each pool of glow becomes a well of gloom.
The stars might shine for those few still about,
But greedy clouds, the light they give consume.

The moon is young, too new to pierce the haze;
Without her beams, mere eyes cannot compete.
The dripping shadows fill the urban maze,
And at the gates, their stifling fluids meet.

Thus dark and silent falls the dead of night
When morning lifts, we'll see what lost the fight.

#ROW80 Week 5: Measurements

My progress on the Round of Words in 80 Days (other participants) this week was small, but meaningful.

I wrote six days out of seven, but only managed about 700 words, probably because I was trying to write a blog post for the research project, which apparently involves much more work for the same word count. I’m counting it as a success anyway, since the blog post is nearly finished.

While I didn’t do reflection, nor read physical books, I did finish reading the prologue to Erfworld. (Erfworld is actually a webcomic, but the prologue is prose.) I was particularly impressed by the way a change of viewpoint was used to hide the true nature of the villain even after one of the characters joined her.

Good luck and happy writing!

#ROW80 Week 4: Less

Unlike many other ROWers (linky), I’m not starting NaNoWriMo this week. No sudden burst of effort here.

I did get 1,200 words written on Conkers, but I only wrote four days out of seven. I was still sick this week though; I should get more done now I’ve recovered.

On the bright side, I finished reading Pride and Prejudice. I’d expected it to be a good story — if not what I’d usually read — but the style of description surprised me. Unlike The Great Gatsby‘s vivid metaphors, Jane Austen names the actual emotions involved.

Admittedly, Gatsby is about a hundred years more recent, but they’re both good books; I’m sure there’s something to learn from both of them.

Good luck and happy writing!