#Jaye’s Journal ~ week 33

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“Once you make a decision, the universe conspires to make it happen…”

Ralph Waldo Emerson

 

I have a pretty big bone to pick with Mr Emerson, for in my experience, he had it backwards. Just try to make a decision and see what happens.

The minute you do, unseen forces start to work to make bloody sure it won’t happen, and it seems to have all the resources in the world at its disposal.

This year, it has been one thing after another to slow down our working progress and my current WIP, PayBack has taken several ages to finish.

Most of it was to be expected to be fair, what with various age-related ailments and the eyesight falling to record levels. Then the extended period of surgery, first one eye and then the other. Throw in a cartload of family problems and the result isn’t pretty. If I could see where I was going, I might start running!

I have been blessed cursed with more than my share of patience, so I have weathered each obstacle and handled it to the best of my ability, but it has left its mark. I am so tired of never getting where I want to be. Of constantly fighting that small voice in my head that tells me to give up and forget about everything, to go and sit in the garden.

Well, that idea is very tempting and if it stopped raining for a while, I probably would. I have been known to sit out there, rain and all, but I can’t get my freshly hacked eye wet, so not this time.

Speaking of the latest eye surgery. After the first time. I thought I was prepared for the ordeal. It isn’t a pleasant procedure and left me giddy and feeling very sick last time, but it didn’t hurt at all and the improvement in that eye was almost immediate.

This time it hurt. It felt as though he was gouging my eye out with a spoon and several times, I nearly signalled him to stop as I feared it would get worse, but he managed to finish without me screaming the place down. Like last time, I was giddy and nauseous, but also very upset. He never apologised for hurting me, or asked if I was all right, just disappeared, leaving the nurses to take care of me. They were wonderful, and after a lovely cup of coffee and ginger biscuits, I felt better. The eye was aching, and this would continue for several days.

Two days on, and the ache is fading. I am a little disappointed with the result so far, compared to the first eye. The sepia effect has gone but the lens glare is worse this time. The first eye manages without glasses now, but the vision in the second eye is still blurred.

(They don’t tell you about the lens glare, and it was disturbing until I discovered what it was. My first thought was that the new lens was loose and/or trying to come out, but I was seeing the edge of the lens catching the light. This fades as the lens beds itself in its new home and the edge of the scar heals over…)

I am not allowed to do much for a while, bending, lifting, wash my hair etc… so I thought I could get cracking on the preparation for the book launch. A golden opportunity to sit at my computer all day, or so I thought. But the eyes get very tired, so not getting as much done as I thought.

Hopefully, all of this will pass and the sooner the better…

 

(Thank you for all your kind thoughts and for listening!)

 

 

 

Haunted…

 

 

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I touched the sky and found it haunted

A million souls held my hand

My mind raced through their lifetimes

The sad, the lonely, stuck between worlds

The minds of great philosophers

When I retract my hand

Will my mind retain their thoughts?

There is one above all that haunts me

Da Vinci, pleading for more life

I have more to give

His words echo in my heart

I wanted to tell him that life

Is right there waiting

to bite you in the arse

Like a junk yard dog…

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Life… #Poetry

 

 

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Life

One by one my days grow old.

Their faded edges curl

Like an old discarded paperback.

Words fall like scrambled eggs

From the pages

Their meaning lost in dust

Would that I could rewrite one day

The first time you looked at me

When I knew love

to be more than a fairy tale

A lifetime cannot be called back

Nor can it be captured in another’s eyes

There is but one true love

I will be with you soon

To sing of us under new dancing stars…

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#Writephoto ~ Within #Poetry

Thursday photo prompt: Within #writephoto

 

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Different Eyes

Although I am sitting safe inside

the hollow space of an ancient dolman

The land outside with its long hill

Scattered rocks, could be an alien landscape

Here I could meet new souls

Expand my mind with knowledge

yet unknown to those of us on earth

Teach me how to save this beautiful blue planet

The ancient dolman whispered its own secrets

As I sat in silence with my companion

Waiting for the stars to appear

I had no words as I held my breath

I was looking at a dark blanket

Of diamond sparkling stars

More than I had seen before

My heart could hold no more of the wonder

Without letting my tears fall

How can the massive destruction above our heads

Be clever enough to leave us the beauty of such violence

I care not, so long as I can look upon this moment in time

I felt pleased with myself for deciding to stay so long

To see the outer edge of the milky way

Our home…

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#BlogBattle: Intercept

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August 2019 Blog Battle

Our word this month is:

INTERCEPT

You can start writing at any time, but make sure you post your story by the 30th of the month to have your story shared here and on social media.

Once you’ve posted your story to your blog, put a link to it in the comments section, and we’ll add your story to the Battle Stories Line-up post.

Make sure to check back and read some of the stories of your fellow battlers. Leave comments to encourage these writers, and share each other’s stories!

 

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Intercept

Against the dark blackness of space, stars collide

Violent collisions occur throughout the universe

Is it by design, or did some strange force intercept their original pathway?

A work in progress, rather than a blueprint to work from

Constantly changing, developing new worlds

There are too many mysteries yet to be answered

Such as why did nothing intercept our development

Why are we the only planet with thinking bodies on it?

There are greater minds than mine,

who could answer the many questions in my head?

Where thought gets interrupted, leaving me to wonder

what would have happened if our original pathway had been intercepted.

Some would say, that everything changes.

I still wonder, are we in the right place, the right frame of mind

Did someone or something intercept my brain waves

before I picked up the pen?

For this is not what I meant to write…

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Wild… #Poetry

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I ride the white stallion

Through forest trees

Desert sands, white beaches

Through foaming seas

I need no saddle, no reins

We are one heart, one soul

We are the wild thunder

We ride where lightning never strikes

We leave no sound

as we ride through your dreams

We chase the desert storms to be free

I am the white stallion…

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#Flash Fiction #Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community…

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August 1: Flash Fiction Challenge

99 words, no more, no less. It’s a simple constraint, an easy-to-master literary art form, and a powerful writing tool for creatives and entrepreneurs. Writers calibrate the usefulness and beauty of 99-words through weekly flash fiction challenges.

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Rock It!

Rock and roll is in my soul

Born kicking and screaming my lungs out

Taking the fast track, music burning with every step

I wanted to find the songs to change the world

One day I would be famous, see my name in lights

I am dirt poor now, but not for long

Odd jobs along the way, I now had my first guitar

My style stood out, too far for some

Sam Phillips gave me my first break

It’s All Right Mama, playing on the radio

There was no stopping me now

I brought Graceland,

Who am I?

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Jaye’s Journal ~ week 31

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I didn’t think I would be able to manage a journal entry this week, due to my involvement with the WIP. The very helpful beta report seemed easy to follow, I originally thought, until I began to sort things out.

You know what happens, what seems like a doddle always seems to end up far more complicated than you first thought. I am past the half- way mark now, (I think) so quite pleased with my progress.

One of the points raised, was that my main character wasn’t expressing himself properly or enough. I tried to find the reason for this, intending to give said character a lot more to say and feel. It was while investigating this, that I realised what the problem was.

His point of view was all wrong.

He needed to be written in the first person, as this would allow him to think and feel far more than he was now. I changed the POV in the first few chapters, just to see if it worked.

At this point, I hadn’t given a thought to how much work this would entail, or that it would delay the launch procedure even more. But I really liked the result, so will just have to work harder!

Changing the subject completely, I have been watching the second series of Keeping Faith on a box set as a means of unwinding at the end of some very complicated days. I have been blown away by this mystery drama and all the emotion displayed by all the cast members in this series. I’m a sucker for beautiful theme music and FF has a good one, so I thought I would share it with you.

 

By the time you hear from me again, I hope to have some really good news for a change!

Who’s Fallen…

 

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Who’s Fallen

What if it was Lucifer that held the throne in Heaven?

While God fell.

Is that why so many prayers go unanswered?

He cannot hear with the flames of Hell in His ears

The mocking laughter that follows Him

as He tries to regain his golden throne

Like the man in the iron mask,

He may never rule in Heaven again

That imposter ruled France for thirty-two years

Lucifer has held on for much longer.

I find that many things work better in reverse

Lucifer cares not for whispered prayers in the dark

Nor candle lit churches

He laughs at our foolish clasped hands…

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