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October Poetry Challenge: Day 5 & 6

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Trailing Winter

Hurry, hurry,

I whisper to my friend, the sparrow.

 

Gather the last wild asters

dotting the forgotten road toward my tower.

I can see the clumps of bright violet flowers,

cheerful neighbors waving in the wind.

 

Yet, I taste winter and see its whisper-

The gold and silver and bronze of autumn

are dimming every day.

 

So I coax my wee winged friend

to bring me the last reminder of warmer seasons.

*

The Long Sleep

Snow-flecked wind hits me

as I stare out the window.

The deep cold is here.

*

Hope you all had a wonderful weekend! See you tomorrow for day 7 of the October Poetry Challenge. Check out my friend’s latest poem 🙂

Loie

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October Poetry Challenge: Day 4

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My teeny winged friend

brings me young yellow roses

on a dismal day.

*

Happy poetry writing, friends! Check out my first post if you’re just arriving. My dear CP, Shelby Kisgen, started this poetry challenge 🙂

Loie

 

 

 

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October Poetry Challenge Day 2 & 3

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The Stillness Becomes Too Much

 

I press flowers and leaves in between my only book.

For what can I do until the dusky night

and the symbols of another voice

speckle the sky?

 

I flip through the yellowed pages,

pausing at the bud my dear sparrow brought me

years ago when I first arrived at this wretched tower.

 

I’m not alone, I’m not alone,

I whisper to the silence.

*

The Song of the Wind

 

On storming days, when the sway of the wind shakes my prison,

I lay flat on my back and try to breathe.

Counting the flecks of white on the stonewall,

I wait until the swell of the gale hurls away to the next town.

 

Has the Autumn King had his fun?

Slowly, I’ll sit up and gaze outside my window,

taking in the naked trees and the gilded leaves

littering the ground like thin pieces of gold.

 

I want to shout at the wind to come back,

to take me away,

but it has already left.

*

Happy poetry writing, friends 🙂 !

Loie

 

 

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The Artist’s Way

January 17th

Hi everyone! I am rereading Julia Cameron’s book, The Artist’s Way. In one month, I’ll write up another post about the workbook and exercises.

For those of you who don’t know about Julia’s book, stick around ❤

The Artist’s Way

This is a creative writing method separated into 12 weeks. Julia writes about what creativity is and how to harness it. She suggests you read one chapter a week. There are a series of exercises you should complete along the way 🙂

Morning Pages

Each day, write around three pages in a notebook. You don’t have to plan anything. Write whatever comes into your mind.
I picked up a notebook and reserved it for Morning Pages. I usually write these before I’m about to start work. I write down worries I have, bits of dialogue, or prayers. It’s a pure stream of consciousness.

Artist Date

Once a week, break your routine and take time for yourself. You might listen to music, go for a walk, explore ice caves or paint. Do something that allows you to relax and enjoy life.

Last weekend, I explored Cape Enrage. Wow! What a sight. Not only did I physically benefit from walking about, but I also came up with some new ideas for a short story.

I highly recommend both exercises.

Have Fun Writing

I hope you have a great rest of your week. In a month I’ll blog about my experience with The Artist’s Way.

What are you working on this month? I’d love to hear below ❤

Until next time,

Loie xo

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Happy New Year

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December 31st

Hi friends,

Short post here for now. I just wanted to say I’m thankful for everyone I’ve met this year and whose supported me with writing.

Huge shout out to #WriteMentor’s creator, Stuart White and my two mentors Amber R. Duell and M. Dalto.

Stuart, thanks so much for your generosity and heart. This program is amazing and has helped so many writers already. I can only imagine what the future holds.

Amber and MB helped me so much! They both helped me edit and bring my YA fantasy novel to another level ❤ I learned a lot about writing and storytelling from them. Big hug to you both ❤

Thanks to my writing pals at Romance Writers of Atlantic Canada. I’m excited to get to know you all more this year. Also to my friends at Genre Writers of Atlantic Canada. Go Atlantic Canada, haha 🙂

I met some wonderful friends via writing websites and fan groups. Lots of love to you all. I hope 2019 is a year of inspiration, growth, and success for all of you ❤

Best wishes and Happy New Year!

Loie xo

 

 

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On the 24th Day of Writing: World Weaver Press

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December 24th

Hi dear friends, today is the last day of #24DaysofWriting. I hope you were inspired to write some wacky and fun short stories. I know I have 🙂

Check out today’s submission opportunity.

World Weaver Press

GLASS & GARDENS: SOLARPUNK WINTERS
Open for Submissions: January 1 – March 1, 2019
Publication: January 2020
Length: up to 8,000 words

Solarpunk is a type of eco-aware science fiction. It imagines a hopeful future founded on renewable energies. Solarpunk stories show how we adapted to climate change or how we overcame it.

For this anthology, World Weaver Press want stories that take place in winter. Read more here!

Happy Writing

Thanks for joining me this month! I hope you’ve written heaps and had fun brainstorming.

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year ❤

Until next time,

Loie xo

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Flash Fiction: Santa’s Secret

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December 21st

I wrote this short story for the Weird Christmas flash fiction contest. I wanted to continue the story of my characters, Beira and the stag. You may have met them in The Winter Crone.

What happens to Beira and Alaor when they find Santa Claus? Who do they unexpectedly discover behind the fluffy beard :)?

Enjoy ❤

Santa’s Secret

The white stag hated Christmas lights.

It reminded him of the dreary Hallmark movies his mistress enjoyed so much. She wept and scratched her watering nose at every cheesy ending while he wondered when the filmmakers would hire a better writer.

His mistress begged to differ.

“What are you brooding about now, Alaor?”

Beira, the Winter Goddess, leaned towards him and draped an arm around his neck. “I can see that scowl from a mile away.”

“Why is he here?” Alaor asked. “Parading around as the jolly Santa Claus?”

Beira shrugged. “Your guess is as good as mine. I thought I got him for good. Maybe my Granny magic didn’t work.”

She sniggered to herself but Alaor shook his great head, upsetting a child carrying a tray of hot chocolates. He hardly regarded the spilled brown liquid or the tears in the boy’s eyes. Beira leaned down to help the little boy.

Alaor had greater matters on his mind.

Jolly St. Nick. The stag wanted to rush in and spear the bugger in the belly with his antlers.

If the children only knew who was really behind the mask.

Beira popped back up and flicked his ear gently. He didn’t look away from the imposter.  Her gaze softened as she regarded him a moment too long. “Stop worrying.”

“I’m not worrying,” he snapped before stalking forwards through the evergreen decorated gate.

Passersby’s exclaimed as they took in his majestic white coat and amber antlers. A little girl darted forwards, a dingy carrot in her hand.

“Beira,” he snarled, and she laughed in ringing booms before swooping down to catch the little girl’s arm.

“That’s so sweet of you but my friend doesn’t like carrots. He’s – um – allergic.”

Alaor snorted, streams of white clouds exiting his nostrils. Trying to feed him like a second-rate mule. He was the Winter Goddess’ protector.

“Hmph.”

Beira sunk her fingers into his fur and purred, “Don’t be so uptight. They think you’re pretty.”

Alaor choked and she nudged him forwards, grinning. “Come on. We need to go see Santa.”

He followed his Winter Goddess before stopping at once.

Santa sat on a scarlet velvet chair. However, behind the white beard and embarrassing red broadcloth, the Sun King glared at him and Beira.

“You tried to kill me,” he grunted.

Alaor raised an eyebrow at the Sun King and his ridiculous disguise.

“Least you managed to survive, Santa. I’ll make sure to pay a visit to the North Pole. Looks like you’re in my realm now,” Beira said sweetly.

The late Sun King gritted his teeth and Alaor stamped his hooves.

Winter reigned with fury.