Never Forget Turning forty tomorrow Evenings feel longer Memories knocking stronger People forgotten Turning in my mind Arriving like paper flowers Turning my frown upside down Inviting new wishes On tomorrows page I write Never forget where you came from… ©AnitaDawes2022
I close my eyes at night Hoping they open in the morning I lie beneath the covers Waiting for the nightmares to begin A single crow, hovers above me I hear a shot of thunder I slip away, against a clear black sky A million stars, brighter than I have seen before They fly towards me, a single flower in my hand Can I beat back the nightmares? To place the flower in my mother’s hand? ©AnitaDawes2022
I cannot live… I tell myself I cannot fall in love with you You belong to another Yet the clocks stop when I say your name The wind ceases to moan You are the light of my life, my moon at night I tell myself I cannot fall in love with you You belong to another When I think of you I forget to breathe My future does not exist My heart screams to be with you In order to live, I must steal you from another So be it I cannot live a half-life in darkness… ©AnitaDawes2022
The silver hours of our lives Chime like bells that become silent The light dims on plans we made A match made in heaven they said Minutes catch each breath I drove through life without a care Fate was on my side The letter I wrote declaring my love Never sent, you belong to another What chance did I have To break what is heaven made? ©AnitaDawes2022
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My Desk ~ Editing ~ Image by Jaye Marie
I have been turning the computer off early every day this week, desperately trying to knock my current WIP into shape without any distractions
This work has not been a good write by any stretch of the imagination. I have literally lost the plot on more than one occasion, resulting in major shuffles, brain crushing revisions and mind-numbing depression.
To be honest, it probably wasn’t the best idea in the world, trying to write anything. What with all the hospital visits, blood tests and caring for the most unwilling patient in the world, someone who has no idea how to accept being incapacitated, never having been ill in her life before.
So, one way or another, the past twelve months have been a nightmare.
Desperate to do something, anything to lighten the load, I have been trying to create a little enthusiasm around here. I have tried suggesting days out (now Anita is stronger and we can go out!)
Nothing seemed to work.
Until yesterday.
I had left completed chapters of Ghost of a Chance on my desk and was upstairs changing the sheets on one of the beds when I heard loud wows coming from the office.
These sounded like good wows, so I quickly finished what I was doing and rushed downstairs.
Anita has never been interested in my writing, as detective mysteries are not her thing. So, when I discovered she had been reading the chapters AND thought they were good, the sudden burst of enthusiasm in the room was amazing to feel and very welcome. We spent the rest of the day discussing my book and my lack of progress. So, when she offered to beta read/edit it for me, I nearly hit the floor. Editing has never been her scene, always been my job and I love doing it.
Well, I did until I became a writer too, as I don’t think editing your own work is quite the same thing.
So, how is it going?
I have the first six chapters back and am amazed they are not completely covered in red ink. I am also amazed by the points raised, as just changing a few words here and there has made such a difference.
I have always admired Anita’s writing skills, to discover another of her talents has come at the perfect time for both of us…
For me rain brings new smells The vibration in the air changes Brushed with new opportunities There is no hesitation As I lace my nails with gold varnish Ready to cut through a new day The body upstairs lies bleeding Two shots in the head Miss Moneypenny insisted that the leak be plugged The facts must remain top secret Job done; my day had started well… © AnitaDawes 2022
A bright turquoise sky Shone with dissonance Tension, like a too tight string on a guitar, broke Easy blew the breeze with one great Shh Was felt across the globe A female voice whispered, stay with me Old Father Time rode the current across the Thames Release sailed past Parliament House Sparks flew as new thoughts penetrated the old walls The MP’S would never work the same way again… © AnitaDawes 2021
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