Okay, so yesterday I was totally up on the schedule to post, and I was completely clueless about it. I have an edit-letter on the brain, and it's driving me slightly crazy, and that's my excuse.
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| This is my editing face. It's actually just how I look all the time now. |
Seriously, this blog was legit hanging out in the back of my mind, and I was vaguely wondering if whoever was supposed to post was going to post, but when they didn't I thought to myself HEY I TOTALLY UNDERSTAND BEING TOO BUSY TO POST SO IT'S COOL, because I mean, if it was my turn to post, I probably would have forgotten to post too.
And then, well, irony.
So, much love to my fellow bloggers for not calling me out on my scatter-brained fail.
Right-- moving on now! Mondays are usually community creative writing days, which are my favorite, so here's a quick picture I came across the other day that will hopefully inspire you guys:
It reminds me of a painting that I saw in an art museum I visited on a school field trip once. I tried, and failed (boo), to find that same painting to also post here. But what I did find was the beginning of a poem I wrote about said painting, and then I scratched out a few more versus to "complete" it, and so here they are:
Cold winter
burns fire hot to her—
miss color and daylight in her soft
yellow dress tinged with flame,
a flash framed against a frozen
wasteland
—until it melts and leaves
nothing but scorched
dry rot and no need
for her life.
miss color, fire hot,
what will you do with yourself
when the desert winds blow
and he can shed
his winter coat (and you)
for awhile?
you do love a beautiful snowfall.
he loves checking his reflection
in the TV screen
because (of course you understand)
vanity is all there is—
life is a only a striving after the wind
(so it goes)
Today you’re alone but
so dignified, while you take
in the art and snowfall,
your footsteps echoing
off the priceless oils layered
without meaning—
off an amateur’s landscape
with all the wrong
shades of white
And no, poetry isn't exactly my forte, but my brain can't handle anymore prose right now after rereading FALLS THE SHADOW for the billionth time. So there you go.
And now it's your turn! Wow me with your creative genius, everyone :) And then link to it in the comments and such, and feel free to share this prompt with anybody that you think might need a creative kick in the pants.
Stefanie Gaither writes YA novels about killer clones and spaceships, with the occasional romp with dragons and magic-users thrown in for good measure. Said writing is generally fueled by an obscene amount of coffee and chocolate, as well as the occasional tennis and/or soccer break. She's represented by Sara Megibow of Nelson Literary, and her debut novel, FALLS THE SHADOW, is forthcoming from Simon and Schuster Books For Young Readers in 2014. You can add it on Goodreads here!
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Um, poetry is not your forte? What? I shudder to think what you would conclude about MY attempts at poetry. Seriously, Stef, loved it.
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