It was a legend led me here to this: A thousand emeralds in this jar are sealed. One stone, a gem of ancient power is; The rest will curse who first sees them revealed. It still is closed. I'll leave it as it lay. Behold! The world has learned my latest quest. The bold and hopeful rush to bar my way, And claim the power I had else possessed. So close they come! But then they smash the jar. I hear the gems spray out across the floor. I grieve for those, my foes, who came so far To find a curse. Now they shall move no more. I close the door, and slowly turn away. The Age of Absent Heroes starts today.
Month: Apr 2015
I thought I’d finished re-writing my short story last week.
While I was happy with the ending, earlier details had to change for it to work. Those, and fixing logical inconsistencies, made for most of my editing this week.
What’s left is mainly wording and typos, but I doubt I can sort it out in four days.
That means I won’t meet my goal of posting the story by Thursday, and I’m not quite sure what I should aim for instead. For the moment, I’ll keep editing.
I have asked a friend to beta read the story, so hopefully I’ll be able to get their opinion this week.
In any case, I’ll say how things turned out in my next check-in.
Good luck and happy writing!
My main goal this week was to finish my short-story edit by the 15th, and I’ve accomplished that. This should be my last rewrite; there’s still a lot to fix, but I’m happy with the overall structure now.
However, I lost a lot of momentum after that point.
As to my other goal: this week I read The Red Badge of Courage, by Stephen Crane. I picked it up looking for a military novel like Sheepfarmer’s Daughter, but it’s a very different, much less detail-focussed style of writing — almost nearer poetry than the prose I’d usually read.
Good luck and happy writing
I did not go prepared upon a quest: To dare abandon life, and honest home, And first trespass in lands unsafe to roam Was surely error, even at my best. My days were long, with lessons harsh to learn. The nightly dreams of glory lost their gold; The wonders of the trail soon grew old. At last, I dropped all plans except "return". But then, I'd left the marked and easy track. I wandered blindly through the haunted lands, Went on past friends, charged through at false commands, Forgot the map — and no roads now lead back. The quest I thought abandoned comes again: A hero I'll become, or here remain.
I’ve been busy on several fronts this week. As well as my editing goals, I started looking into buying a house, and that in turn reminded me of various other financial things I needed to sort out.
Fortunately, I came back from the holidays with plenty of energy. I got editing done on three days (out of the five left when I joined), and I can’t do much more house-wise until I spot one I want to buy.
After all that rushing, I’m hoping I can focus just on editing this week, and not tire myself out.
Good luck and happy writing!
I missed the goals post, so I’m joining a bit late this round.
My objective this month is to finish the short story I was working on last round. I’d like to have the current edit done by the 15th, and a finished version posted online by the end of April.
To accomplish that, I’m going to make it my sole writing goal: work on editing five days out a week, or six if possible, until this is done.
What I do on next month will depend on how the short story goes.
I’ll post an update around the beginning of March.
Asdie from writing, I’m keeping my usual reading goal (a book every two weeks) for this round.
Good luck and happy writing.
I went to see the “Rose of Wonderland”.
“A flower fit for princes,” I was told,
With yellow hue as bright as burnished gold,
And sized to fit exactly in a hand.
The pamphlets all extolled this floral gem:
“The bush is truly grand,” did one declare,
While others praised “the sweetness … on that stem”,
Or told of “lasting beauty, past compare”.
I paid my fee to walk within the wall,
And found that tree-filled garden held no rose.
It took some time to find the flowers: small,
And far to high for scents to reach the nose.
I left betrayed, and only now I know:
Sweet, rounded fruit from apple flowers grow.