attackfish

So sitting at my mother's computer in the middle of the living room, with no privacy to speak of and none of my normal programs, or even spell check, my brain refused to cooperate and form coherent paragraphs. Somehow though, I was in the perfect mindset to get out a pen (how retro) and paper and count syllables, so I wrote haiku. In other news, I have a computer now, and I will post the next Children of Mars chapter on time, though the fact that I haven't finished it yet is a bit of a personal disgrace.

Disconnect

Words fall through my hands
And splash onto the paper
As splatters of ink

The First Chapter

Blank paper stares at me
So I write something stupid
So that I can delete it

Hard Truth

Puppy tongue on cheek
Cuddling against my nose
Man, you need a bath

Unflattering Metaphor

Soldiers are the spines
Money, the water inside
My state, the cactus

Why I Write Novels (and Sometimes Short Stories)

Most poets talk love...
Or Nature. I'm out of love
I don't do nature

Yeah, I know, less than a hundred words. I'm lazy and particular, and I will be a good girl from here on out. Also this morning, I had a bit of a panic because my dog chewed up my flash drive, with my novel, and what there is of chapter ten of Children of Mars, but after attacking it with pliers and bullying it into shape, all I lost was the most recent chapter of my novel. *Sniff*