Poetry challenge – day 2

I’m still hardly any good at it. But I’m still at it!

I’m no poet

And trust me, I know it.

But a friend of mine started a 30-days of Poetry challenge this month. So I thought I would give it a stab. I’ll post them randomly here, too, just for the sake of keeping track of them somewhere. 🙂

So I’m off on my new adventures

It occurs to me that I have been ridiculously quiet on this little corner of the interwebs as of late. And by that I mean, “for nearly the past year or so.”

I think it’s well past time I started wordsing over here. I’m working with words for a living now, quite joyfully, and I haven’t given up on my other writing dreams. There’s a novella in the works, and a few scripts that haven’t moved in an approximate age. I’m working on the novella first, dangit! You Don’t rush these things…

And I’m going to try to make myself get out to movies more often, so the wordsing is expanding every day!

What wordsing is everyone else up to lately?

In Case You Noticed…

The site is going through a bit of a revamp. I just moved over 300 posts from tumblr and none of it transferred as expected. So! It’s going to be a slow process. I’m still trying to figure out how best to show multiple sources of content on wordpress and make it clear when things are finds from other places versus original content.
I am working on it!!
Thanks for your patience as I sort this out.

~management 😉

Quotables

And this is why I write. It’s a terrible addiction and a ruthless dragon to chase.

MayaAngelou01

Quotes!

I write for all of the above and then a few more. Why do you write?

Here’s one for the Character Files

Life happens. It’s why characters in stories are important. Because that’s a representation of a life, and no life is one-dimensional or single-minded. There’s always other stuff going on. So here’s one for the character files. This is the stuff that goes on in a life that makes a person or a character behave and think and speak how they do by the time they hit your head.

Life.

I’ve been kicking myself lately for all the “trauma” I unknowingly caused my little sister growing up. All the fights and the teasing and everything copied from the Older Sibling’s Dirty Tricks playbook. People leave a lasting impact on each other through memories and sometimes all you remember is the bad stuff. It’s not fair and I don’t think that’s anything anyone sets out to do, it just happens.

But then I remembered that I was 10 years old when she came around. Suddenly I shared a bedroom with a crib and a changing table. I was pulling night time screaming duty. I knew how to make a bottle. I was changing diapers. I was getting peed on and puked on. I was the one getting sneered at by holier-than-thous who assumed the 12-year-old with the toddler was a child-mom. I was the taxi service by sixteen. I was the bad-luck soccer jinx who couldn’t watch the games or the team would lose. I was the boring babysitter. I was the swim coach. That was how I spent the formative years of my adult life. Trust me, I can tell you as a 31 year old looking back, that did damage. Social skills were never learned because I didn’t need them in order to help my family. I wish I had them now.

So that’s kind of what family is. Especially siblings. They are trauma-inflicting and you love them for it. It is not possible to escape a family of any kind without another person changing your life. We don’t live in a vacuum. But there is a balance there; you give it and you take it.

It’s still kind of sad. The four-year-old version of my sister made a banner in school that said she wanted to grow up and be me. (I hope like hell she grows up to be better than that.) It hung taped to the wall in her room until it got torn. But that’s one of those little things you don’t feel the weight of until it’s gone.