The Mirror #AcrosticPoetry
The Blessed Blurb… Help Needed?
Well, I went ahead, out of sheer desperation, I might add, and paid for a professional blurb for Anita’s wonderful story, The Scarlet Ribbon. This is part of our general improvement campaign.
I am not sure how I feel about the result, to be honest, but I know I can rely on our good friends to point me in the right direction.
The Original Blurb on Amazon
When a car loses control and mows Maggie down, leaving her in a coma, her life changes dramatically in an instant, and she finds herself in another world.
A world where she rescues a sad, neglected and abused child from a violent situation, but when it looks as though Maggie will wake up in her own world, she has to find a way to bring the child back with her.
Is this other world real, or was she only dreaming, locked in the prison of her coma?
And if it is real, can she save the child?
One of my efforts ??
Will love take Maggie to the place she was meant to be…
A car loses control and mows her down in the street, changing her life forever.
She finds herself lost in another world, unable to communicate
Forced to witness the bitter truth of her old life.
She rescues an abused and terrified child, determined to take her home
But how is this even possible if she has to stay in this nightmare world?
The Blurb I Paid For…
Where do you go when you’re in a coma?
Maggie doesn’t like her life, but when she ends up in a coma after a runaway car knocks her down, she finds herself fighting for it. Fighting to wake up to the sound of her husband’s voice that she keeps hearing but is unable to respond to.
However, when the darkness of the coma takes her to another world, Maggie starts fighting for a lot more.
There’s a child in that world, a neglected and abused girl in a horrible situation. Maggie doesn’t hesitate to rescue her but is unsure what to do next. She needs to leave this strange world and wake up – and hopefully change a lot in her life; she didn’t even realize how bad it became – but what about the girl? She can’t just leave her there!
Trapped between life and death, Maggie can’t determine what’s real and what’s just a dream her comatose brain is producing while struggling to heal. But if it is real, can she find a way to bring the girl back with her?
Can she save the child that desperately needs her?
Over to you my friends, and please be brutally honest, my blurb writing days are depending on you…
A Christmas Quote…
Jaye’s Days… No Time for Planning…
I keep telling myself that it’s nearly Christmas and time to think about winding down the year and making a few plans for 2023.
Not sure why, but for some reason, I wasn’t listening. Among other things, I have been busy writing. After long months of dragging my heels (for so many reasons,) the words have been pouring out of me at the rate of more than a thousand a day. I am really enjoying feeling like a writer again.
But planning? Surely there should be more than enough time for thinking about new projects next year…
I have been threatening to learn how to use Scrivener for longer than I care to remember, and something about this new burst of enthusiasm has made it seem essential, so I am following my instincts here.
The fact that Microsoft Word has been tinkering again and made some changes that are definitely not helpful might have something to do with it.
My first attempt went pear-shaped very quickly, even with the Scrivener for Dummies handbook! But instead of stomping off in frustration like I usually do when faced with complicated techno jargon, I became obsessed with finding a solution.
I spent the afternoon on YouTube, looking for someone to unlock my stupid brain.
Thanks to Joanna Penn from The Creative Penn, and William Gallagher, I seem to have grasped the basics. It may take me a while to use the system for my current WIP, but it looks hopeful.
I recently promised a post on my progress, which will follow soon. How’s that for optimism?
We hope you are all managing to keep warm in these freezing times…
The Lord of Light… #TheSundayWhirl #Wordle 579 #Poetry
Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay
The Lord of light had me in a whirl My thoughts spun, like a giant Catherine wheel I am losing my grip on life I see disaster loom large in the distance Every now and then, I glimpse a tiny light In the crack of my mind, I curl into a small ball I wonder about my future, my body goes slack As new thoughts crawl through the black space My future is being written by a voice in my head My hope now, is that love is woven into all I do and say… ©AnitaDawes2022
Abandoned #Acrostic Poetry
Image by Susan Cipriano from Pixabay
Acrostic Poetry by Anita Dawes2022
#TankaTuesday Weekly Poetry Challenge ~ Tastetherainbow
#TankaTuesday Weekly Poetry Challenge No. 292, 10/4/22: #Tastetherainbow-Color Poetry
The colour of rage is like a red rose yet never as sweet. purple to black temper I go, when all things go wrong love is soft, inside a white cloud why not live like a cloud, soft inside… ©AnitaDawes2022
This week I chose a red rose to go with Anita’s nonet poem for #Tanka Tuesday
Colleen’s #Poetry Challenge ~ #Specific Form ~ 4-11 ~ #Dreaming
Will we meet again When I’m dreaming My heart beats loud Like the ocean Rushing to shore Searching for you Are you dreaming Waiting for me Hold the dark nights I’m on my way Will we meet again? ©AnitaDawes2022
Yesterday’s Dream… #Poetry
Mouth full of words with nothing to say Empty promises that should never have been made Tie them all together, what have you got, nothing After a lifetime of dreaming, there’s a red flag Perhaps I should have turned around and started again Have one dream at a time, make it come true Yesterdays dream was one of the best I ever had Sitting at my piano, hands poised I freeze Inside my mind, I am playing, note perfect Concert hall full of people, seated in silence Applause, loud in my ear for the music in my mind Like I said, one dream at a time… ©AnitaDawes2022