41 Grams

Grey days are no match
for a 41 gram sugar haze
and work for hands
to stave off the afternoon crash
Can’t stop the madness
of a technological crunch
but slapdashed memery
can evade the watershed
of an overworked mind.

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Literal sugar, ya’ll. No white lines.

The memery is meme-ry.

Thinning Ice

I feel as if
I’m walking on ice
the temperature creeping upward
Don’t know when I’ll break through,
plunge into the depths
Submerged
Unsure if I’ll resurface
or even want to.
Which step will it be?
A bad day and
something someone said?
Or a reminder from my phone
of pictures taken last year?
I keep stepping forward
There’s no turning back.
Keep stepping forward
on thinning ice
that’s starting to crack.

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The snow is melting here but, when returning from errands, I saw geese walking on a still frozen pond.

It was a rough day. The kind of day that starts with bad news you initially shrug at but the dread creeps up on you throughout the day.

Maybe tomorrow will be better?

Thank you for reading.

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SoundCloud: S. M. Saves
Twitter: @sm_saves

Over Halfway Full

On day 22, I was 3/5 of the way through when it suddenly felt like I had run out of words. I was exhausted. Work had been mentally taxing this week, leaving me with little energy to get through the list of creative endeavors I wanted to undertake — writing for NaNoWriMo and RKic and recording for ReadMeSpeakMe.

My plan to catch up on Friday evening was thwarted by one of my cats taking my lap hostage. As I awkwardly balanced my laptop on my knees, I stared at the open word document and found myself with no desire to add to it.

This NaNoWriMo season has been an awkward one. The novels I usually write during November are ideas that had been stewing in my brain for a year or more. In September through October, I wrote a story using the daily VSS365 prompts on Twitter. It had its fingers in two separate stories — The Bone Fairy and Moonrise Water — both inspired from writing prompts.

All was going well until about the 15,000 word mark when I realized that the story didn’t have enough substance to be anything more than a long read. I deviated and wrote a short story, added more pieces to older novel projects, and started a new long story.

But on Friday night I was ready to give up near the 30,000 word mark because I really didn’t care anymore. I stared at my screen for 3 hours before shutting it down and napping on the couch with the cat who competes with NaNoWriMo for my attention every November.

The next day, everything was fine. The world didn’t end. I sat down again in the afternoon and started typing away, forcing my cat to take a seat next to me instead of my lap and hacked away at a 4,000 word chunk. I have about another 4,500 to go before I can be officially caught up.

Now that I’m so close to the end, I’ll finish up what I’ve been writing and write whatever until I hit the 50,000 word mark. It won’t be a novel but three first drafts of two long stories and one short. That’s an accomplishment within itself.

And short stories are easier to edit than novels.

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Meowa-ha-ha-ha! Move over inner critic! The cat is here!

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Thank you for reading. If you’re curious about my other works, please check out my SoundCloud (for ReadMeSpeakMe recordings) and Twitter pages.

SoundCloud: S. M. Saves
Twitter: @sm_saves

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