Do you know the story behind this song?
This is by far my personal favorite version of the song:
Do you know the story behind this song?
Question of the month is: what are your writing goals for December?
November is over, and the tree is up! Now, it’s time to think about Christmas shopping. Yeah, I know, I’m late in starting, but that’s how I roll…every single year!
Well, NaNoWriMo has ended and I finished just shy of 14k. I am a bit disappointed that it wasn’t way higher, but progress is progress, right? I set another goal for the story I started with this and that is to reach 75k (or if the story feels complete before that) by Feb. 1st, 2019. This I believe is a reasonable goal.
From there I plan to set it aside for a few weeks to work on other projects. I hope to go back to it around March/April and begin the editing/revision phase. After this I’d like to see about gathering a few Beta readers to help me make the story even better. My goal is to have as polished a manuscript as possible by the end of 2019. Around this time, I may even attempt to take part in the Pitch Wars.
What about you? What are your writing goals for December? I love to hear them!
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I don’t know about you but I can hardly believe it is THAT time of the year! It feels like it was just yesterday when I was in shorts and puttering in our garden. Now, I’m prepping for a Thanksgiving Day meal.
Is it me, or has time sped up?
As in the past, I like to make a list of things I am grateful for. Here are five:
What about you? What are you thankful for?
As soon as the toboggan halted, the front door swung wide
and out bounded an elder woman, her hair as white as the snow;
but it was the smile that warmed her the most
for it reminded her of a mother she once had.
“Land sakes, Micah! Get that child inside before she freezes!” The woman said.
“Yes, Ma’am” He replied with a grin.
In moments, she found herself in a plush sofa before the roaring fire
and a bowl of hot soup in hand.
“You must be exhausted, child.” Mrs. Claus said as she sat beside her.
Her mouth full of broth and vegetables, she only nodded.
“We’ll have you in a cozy bed in a jiffy. It’s Christmas Eve you know. All the children must be asleep before he can arrive!” Her grey eyes sparkled.
She swallowed before asking, “there are other kids here?”
The woman’s smile softened as she reached out to push a stray strand of hair from the girl’s cheek, “Oh, yes! And you will be meeting them all tomorrow.”
“Everything’s all set, ma’am.” Micah’s voice drifted from somewhere.
“Thank you, Micah. I’m sure Nick will be by tomorrow to see you.”
“I look forward to it. Good night, and Merry Christmas ladies.”
She turned around in time to see the door to the outside closing.
He was gone, and suddenly she felt sad.
“Don’t you worry, child. You will see him again soon.”
As promised, the woman had her tucked in a large fluffy bed a short time later.
“Drink up this hot cocoa, dearie. It will help you sleep.” Mrs. Claus handed her a tea-cup sized mug which she downed in one gulp.
“I don’t like to sleep.” She said as she laid her head on the pillow. “Bad dreams.”
The woman caressed her forehead. “You will have no such dreams tonight.”
True to her words, the first thing she saw once her eyes closed were flying reindeer with Micah leading them.
Thick fur blanket cradled her body
in the long wooden sled
as they silently sped along
in the deep snow.
Micah stood behind her on the edge of the runners
while he guided the half-dozen dogs in front
white flakes filled the air with the wind whistling in her ears
rugged mountains loomed on the sides
blocking her view of the sky.
“We’ll be in Nordpolen soon.” Micah said “Just keep looking ahead and you’ll see it.”
It felt like they were gliding through a dark tunnel
but as she peered ahead, speckles of light slowly appeared
and suddenly they broke out in to an expansive opening;
there lied a village nestled on the banks of the immense mountains
which ran along the shores of a mirrored lake,
the lights from the buildings shimmered on its surface;
the sight made her gasp out loud.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Micah said.
“Oh, yes!” She replied.
“You’ll be staying at Saint Nick’s tonight.”
Instead of remaining on the main route, they veered off on a smaller trail
which took them through a dense forest;
for several moments, fear shook her body
as she watched moving shadows among the trees.
“You have nothing to fear.” He said. “I won’t let anything harm you.”
She took deep breaths until her muscles relaxed, and heart slowed.
“Look, we’re here.” He said.
She glanced out and saw the wondrous sight;
stone walls cloaked by fresh snow, all lit up in white lights
revealed the way to a large rustic lodge
its front nothing but glass
in the center, an enormous decorated Christmas tree.
“Welcome to the Christmas Lodge.” Micah smiled.
Nestled in the back of the sleigh, she heard
the jolly man called his reindeer by name
as they glided off the roof-top
and gave way to flight in the dark snowy sky.
Such a strange sensation
floating high in the air where peaceful quiet reign
leaving behind death and memories
of a life she once knew
She sniffled but swore to not look back
in fear she’d break down in full-blown tears
and scare the good chap off
“Look ahead, child.” The red cheeked man said. “A new life awaits you on the other side of the moon!”
Stare ahead she did at the bright orb with strange pot marks
’till its’ light completely immersed the sleigh
and in the next instance, she realized the moon
shifted from the forefront to their rear.
Once the sleigh touched ground
she saw a new landscape extend all about her
with snow-capped mountains and the glistening meadow
where a wooden toboggan waited.
“Micah will take you to my village, child.” The saintly fella said with a great smile.
With a wave, she watched as his sleigh flew away
feeling suddenly alone and naked
in a land strange and distant.
“Do not be afraid, child.” a kind voice spoke.
She looked and saw a man with golden hair,
his gentle blue eyes met her brown ones
she gave a nod, and climbed in the sled
and off they started, on to her new life
what ever or wherever that may be.
Now that’s Christmas is over it’s time to focus on the New Year. 2017 was a fairly good year overall both personally and as a writer.
I saw a few of my writings published:
The Hungry Chimera Literary Journal (two poems)
Doll Hospital Journal (essay)
Motionpoems, Inc (film credit/interviewed both poet & film-maker)
Piker Press (poem)
I took on a role as a moderator (in a team of four) for Tuesday Serial; as well as a moderator for the weekly THURSDAY TALK SHOP over at Facebook with We PAW Bloggers (of which I plan to step down to a lesser role for the coming year). I’ve created and am trying to grow (hopefully to add a few volunteers to help) Serial Fiction Digest (Twitter, Facebook, blog).
2018 is looking to be a year of crossroads for me as a writer. I plan to work on a romance (clean) novel as well as continue to plan out another. In the past, I’ve focused mainly on flash fiction, poetry and serial fiction. I will continue with these forms, but gradually shifting some of my attention/time to writing a book-length story. My goal is to be not just a writer, but an author.
I will be taking on a role as a citizen journalist for The Crossover Alliance (a Christian publishing company) of which I am very excited about.
What about you? How was 2017 for you as a writer? Have any specific goals for the new year?
(for each comment, I will stop by and read your most recent blog post! 🙂 )
Nearly a year passed since the start of the undead plague
she’s been on her own since
in an empty house, in a not-so-empty neighborhood.
she decorated the dead tree with handmade ornaments
made from cereal boxes;
took the last can of Spam as her treat for the white bearded man
and placed the plate on a table beside the sofa.
With a bat in hand, and the sounds of death rattling at the front door,
she fell asleep on the dusty furniture
in front of the cold, stoned hearth.
Rustling sounds awoke her
with a great start,
as she swung the bat through air,
a voice sounded,
a voice so beautiful and warm
it caused her eyes to sprang open;
she stared at the not-so-frightful sight.
A chubby man dressed in a red suit
stood before her;
she blinked and swinted
thinking she’d died already or just dreaming
but saw that this was no dream
he was really real!
He held out his hand,
“Come, let me take you to a wonderful place.”
In a blink of an eye, she found herself
on the roof-top
where a sleigh and eight reindeer stood waiting.
Santa, beside her now, smiled;
a smile she’d thought never would form on her lips again,
she returned with glee.
Hard to believe that it’s nearly Thanksgiving (US). Where has the year gone? Since I may go “quiet” here for the next few days, I’d like to list some of the things I’m thankful for.
First, the usual:
Without any of these, I would not be where I am today.
Next, the more contemplative ones 🙂
My struggles fuel my writing. They enable me to be a more compassionate and empathetic person. To be more thoughtful of others. They also help in creating more realistic characters.
In other words,
Here are the two previous chapters:
I’m looking for one-three (clean) Romance books to read between now and January, and am open for suggestions! I’d prefer it to be an ebook, but will take print versions as well. If you’re an author of such book, please let me know a bit about your book’s premise to help me decide. Whichever book(s) I decide to read, I plan to post a review on this blog by the end of January (if not, sooner).
You can let me know either via the comment section below, or through the Contact form.
🙂 🙂 🙂