#Writephoto ~ Dream

Thursday photo prompt: Dream #writephoto

Image by scvincent.com

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a pale pathway meandering through a field of purple heather towards the green of distant hills.


When your soul needs a recharge
Take a trek through a field of wild heather
Feel the soothing purple dream time
wash over you. Let your mortal eyes
see beyond the pale path
To new horizons
Hold on to everything you love
Grab each chance as it comes
Let tomorrows troubles
Run like water beneath your feet
Keep looking to the stars…

©anitadawes 2020

#Writephoto ~ Silver #Poetry

Thursday photo prompt: Silver #writephoto

Image by scvincent.com

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a beach in the half-light, bounded by dark dunes and holding a silvery pool of water that mirrors the sky.


I was beginning to think
I had left my mind out on the rain
It’s beginning to rust
Like some old hard drive.
Time to take a walk
Grab the flip flops
Feel wet sand
squidge between my toes
That magic moment between
Light and dark
Maybe I will be lucky
Find that silver doubloon
Hidden on the beach.
I stood watching
the sky painted water
Feeling something more
than sand between my toes
Could it be, dare I look?
Whatever it might be
I pushed it further into the sand
Something to look forward to
Tomorrow…

©anitadawes 2020

#Writephoto ~ Secret #Poetry

Thursday photo prompt: Secret #writephoto

Image by scvincent.com

For visually challenged writers, the image shows an old wooden door framed by ancient stone, with an ornate key inserted in a rusted, heart-shaped lock.

Dare to Touch

In a dungeon, deep beneath the castle
Lies a door with a heart shaped lock
A quarter piece missing.
This had me intrigued
Are we allowed to enter to
find the missing quarter?
Legend has it that to find it
touch it, to hear the heartbeat
You leave a quarter piece
of your own heart behind
to make new ones
for those who are in need.
Something about the legend speaks to me
I heard the familiar beat
so I dared to touch the beating heart.
The secret is, there is no secret
The legend spells it out.
Would you touch the beating heart?
Leave a part of yourself behind
In some forgotten time and space?

©anitadawes 2020

#Keepitalive ~ #Whatdoyousee ~ #Poetry

What do you see # 33 – 8 June 2020

Image credit – Pixabay ; DianaZG

(For visual challenged readers, the image shown a boy standing next to a Stegosaurus, dinosaur I a park land)

Walking with a friend

I envy my son his dreams
Most nights he walks with dinosaurs
That lie beyond his bed
Through lush green parks
Fields of gold
He calls him red
A gently giant, a vegetable eating friend
No harm can come in dreams I’m told
I worry when a loud thud
hits the ceiling above my head
As if a giant foot fell from my son’s bed…

©anitadawes 2020

#Writephoto ~ Veiled #Poetry

Thursday photo prompt: Veiled #writephoto

Image by scvincent.com

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a green horizon, beyond which the mist veils a hill topped with strange rock formations.


Driving through the canyon between the land
Feeling like the filling in a sandwich
I found it hard to keep my eyes on the road
The rocks reaching high above my head
Shrouded in mist felt more interesting
Than our destination
Something ancient still lived there
I felt its presence like a memory
Each rock, each tree, each blade of grass whispered,
you have been here before, we miss you…
I felt lightheaded, as if I were floating in a dream
From the back seat came a shout, Mum, watch out!
I slammed on the brakes.
Someone stood in the middle of the road
Before I could hit him, he vanished
I couldn’t bring myself to tell my family
That moments before I had seen that same figure
Standing in the mist between the rocks
Watching us…

©anitadawes 2020

#Not so SilentSunday…

I walked down to the bottom of my garden this morning, the jungle, as it has become affectionately known. Hiding among the undergrowth, I spied a purple flash of colour and moved closer…

Fighting for its life was the glorious purple rhododendron that I vaguely remember seeing before in the distant past. I felt so guilty at leaving it to fend for itself and made a promise then and there to do something about it… and soon… Nothing that beautiful should have to struggle so much!


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How I returned to work, and possibly ruined everything!

 

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How I returned to work, and possibly ruined everything!

 

I read an interesting post the other day, written by Staci Troilo, where she describes her struggle to get back on the old blogging workhouse after being out of circulation due to trying to finish five novels.

I too am struggling, but not because I have been as productive as Staci. I am fighting to regain the strength I’m sure I had before being cruelly struck down by illness.

I have been wondering where my muse was while I was AWOL and if there was a snowball’s chance in hell of working with him again.

My muse, like Staci’s, is also male but not as attractive. You must read her post, just to see if you turn green with envy like I did!

 

When I first started writing detective novels, I didn’t get to choose my muse but despite appearances, I am more than happy with the one who turned up. I call him Granddad (but not to his face!) He looks remarkably like Mark Twain with his snow-white hair and enormous moustache and he has guided me very well with his old-style wisdom. I could do with him now, for I have another story in my head for my favourite detective David Snow.

I haven’t run it past him yet, but the plot is almost complete. I need to get him on board, as he usually has strong feelings about my ideas and doesn’t always agree with me.

 

So I was completely floored to find the wrong man waiting for me in my office the following morning. It was my detective, David Snow, the tall, attractive man who always reminded me of Tom Selleck in his prime.

As I entered the room, he stood up and approached me.

‘I have been worried about you, Jaye. Are you properly recovered or just putting in a brave face?’

‘I’m fine, David, only tired. How did you know I was ill?’

‘I had the feeling you needed to speak to me, but you weren’t in your office all week, so I knew something was wrong.’

My legs felt weak, either because I still wasn’t running on full strength yet or the effect of having David in my office again. I have never quite relaxed in his company as the man is formidable and quite sexy.

He sat back down, and I almost fell into mine, cursing his scrutiny.

‘You’re not strong enough yet, maybe I should come back another time…’

‘No, I’m fine… And I have an important question for you. How would you feel about being in another of my stories, David?’

His face relaxed and the hint of a smile appeared.

The idea of starring in another novel appealed to his ego but I hadn’t mentioned the awkward part yet. I wondered how he would react when I did.

‘I’m always ready to star in another of your masterpieces, Jaye. You know that…’

Oh well, I thought. Here goes nothing.

‘Not as straightforward as all that this time, David. I am placing this one after book two, Out of Time. And before the current book three, CrossFire and all that happened in that one.’

I paused to see the effect of my words. He raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

‘I have wanted to address your problem with Kate for a while now and this new story will cover that, among other things. What do you think about it?’

The eyebrow was still raised, and I couldn’t tell if it was a good sign or not. ‘I’m not planning on it being a romantic story though…’

He stood up and walked to the door. ‘I will have to get back to you about that, Jaye…’

 

Had I just blown the chance to write the story that had been driving me nuts for weeks?

 

©Jaye Marie 2020

 

Jaye’s Journal… Progress Report!

 

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Progress Report

 

Just when I was beginning to think I wouldn’t be doing anything creative this year, there has been a breakthrough.

It was bad enough before Covid19 but since it arrived, I have been floundering.

I am used to feeling like a ship without a rudder, indeed, I have done some of my best work like that, but this was different. There was no ship, never mind a rudder, no get up and go or even much of a guilt trip about my non-activity.

There was so much I wanted to do this year and it wasn’t really my fault that so much has happened to derail me. Malfunctions of every kind, postponements galore and then along came lockdown.

I would normally have loved an excuse to hole up like a hermit, as I love being on my own. Quite a different thing to be banned from going out and it has really been getting my goat.

I tried to reason with myself, even tried bribing but I wasn’t buying it.

Then something must have happened.

I have no idea what, but my brain started working. I mean, it was cooperating like crazy and before I knew it, I was in my working clothes and sawing wood like a crazy person.

Replacing the old bonsai shelves is underway, and that’s not all…

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One done…

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As you can see, not before time…

I have also been editing the last few chapters of Anita’s new book.

Picked up a book I have been dying to read, Himself by Jess Kidd and am enjoying reading it.

While all this was going on, I managed to get a priority slot with Tesco, so starving is now on hold, at least for now.

I have finally been working on the storyboard for my new WIP, for my detective, David Snow, has won the battle for his sequel to Out of Time. I had the feeling he would.

So, I seem to be firing on all cylinders now and hope it lasts, for I am enjoying being back to my old self. Figuratively speaking, of course…