Or #NaNoWhineMo for me!
“So there she was… chained to the bottom of a pit… in a puddle of pee. Robee was gonna get his ass kicked…”
*clearing throat* Me.. me … me … me … me… me… meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee *singing* oh wait.. SPACE opera… my bad! Sorry guys *grabbing my coffee! Welcome Corinne! Let’s get to business, it is a grand day and a fine day when I can have a wonderful Science Fiction author on board breaking into her Fourth-Wall and literally into a universe! Join me in not only having her on for Fourth-Wall but for the pre-Tour stop (her official tour starts on October 1st!)
Write a space opera, they said. It’ll be fun, they said.
What they failed to include in the colorful, glossy brochure that came with my ‘So You Want To Be A Writer’ introductory kit were the strange things that can happen once you start taking your created Universe a little too seriously. Odd things. Things that leave you questioning what’s real and what’s just in your head. They also failed to explain how to make those voices in your head shut the fark up so you can get some actual writing done without the ongoing commentary from the peanut gallery.
Yeah, I said it. Peanut gallery. I expect some sort of retaliation from them later, but I’m on my fifth cup of coffee and all bets are off. It’s payback time and I’m breaking all the rules.
So, here I sit, feet dangling off the edge of a cargo pod that has my butt sore from sitting on it too long, waiting for them to arrive. They’re late, as expected. I wrote them that way, after all. Captain ‘Floppy-hair’ Hankarron Eros couldn’t arrive on time if his life depended on it.
Come to think of it, it actually has, once or twice, but I always seem to find a way to write him out of it using Ethan or Tara. Maybe I should stop saving his butt so he can learn the importance of punctuality and my butt can stop being so damn sore. Actually, that gives me ideas…
Dammit, I knew I should have brought my notepad. Who brings a notepad into a lucid dream, though?
“Ow!” I grab my arm and rub away a sharp pain from the skin, turning to find a playfully observant smirk set beneath a pair of sapphire blue eyes. They’re eyes I’d know anywhere, and that lopsided smile is something I never have a problem visualizing as I put it to paper. “Was that your idea of a hello, Ethan?”
“Just wanted to make sure you’re awake.” Ethan observes me openly for a long moment, his Mechatronic eyes focusing in and out. “Jehdra warned Hank about being late, but you know,”
“Know Hank,” I finish the sentence with him and give a sighing roll of the eyes. He stands up to his full height and I get a real idea of just how tall six feet and ten inches equals. I bite my bottom lip to keep from whistling at the Mechatronic Automaton. He’s impressive, and I’m not just saying that because I’m responsible for his creation.
Okay, so maybe there’s a little pride in there, but can you really blame me? He’s exquisite. A work of engineering genius.
Hankarron, on the other hand…
Alaskan New Year
Sparklers clutched tight in thick gloves
Colors in winter
Cold Colorful Haiku- Fireworks
When I hear or read the word Fireworks, part of me goes back to my youth where I would have all the glorious pyromaniac moments on the beach building rocket launchers with aluminum siding and risking a finger or two with the cherry bombs from the reservations. But as much as I am nostalgic I also feel the creeping of winter in my bones. With 21 hours of daylight around the 4th of July there is just not enough night to bother using them.
New Years eve is our big fireworks show. Where people drive in from miles away to watch the show at UAF. It is usually a huge event with folks coming in from the bush and throughout the Tundra. With a state twice the size of Texas you can image the traffic jams. Thankfully we locals know to X-Country in from our cabins and watch from the ridge. January 1st is not the coldest time of year, usually around -20F, so it is usually tolerable. This last year it was -41F so it made our evening more challenging. Sparkler play even harder. This image is actually for our Sparktacular Event to celebrate 50 years of statehood in 2009. It was only around -18F that night and the University hosts the fireworks we have no matter what the celebration is.
I missed a week and though I had to take a break due to health reasons, I still want to post all the haiku’s I had written later this week for Day 12-18. Thanks for coming by!
What comes to mind when you hear Fireworks?
worlds of green & gold
seeps through cracks of innocence
turning pure hearts black
Black Ugly Haiku- Greed
They say that if you give the biggest piece of cake to the one you are with you are truly in love because you know how to not be greedy… OK my Mamma taught me this one. I even give Geoff the good forks and knives when I set the dinner table. My children were taught early on to be mercenary but in doing so they learned also how to EARN their keep. They always shared their wealth by adding part of their earned income in the family jar. I saw it on Opera when I was pregnant with the first over 20 years ago and LOVED the idea! SURE I can teach them the value of wanting to earn money, but also the meaning of sharing. Each child also picks a charity to donate too. It is awesome! They do extra chores to earn funds for extra goodies and fun, pay an allowance tax and enjoy that gifts of cash are exempt from the family tax just as it is with the federal government for Mom! But little things can build up to cause us to be greedy in other ways. I try daily to battle this in everything I do and at times, even when it comes to my speech, I can be quite greedy and selfish!
What do you do on a daily basis to battle the urge to be greedy and selfish? What is your definition of greed?
smiles, gentle touches, fresh bread
what is my success?
“I learned this, at least, by my experiment; that if one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours.” - 18. Conclusion,Walden, Henry David Thoreau
Fresh Thai Basil is hard to get to blossom up here in Alaska. So when I can plant it in the middle of our coffee table with a full garden spread to show of to my fiance, Geoff, it is one of my biggest joys and biggest successes. To be able to freeze, dehydrate and make into wonderful goodies to last all winter long as well as enjoy all summer long is even a bigger success. This summer was a great one and I even managed to keep the moose out of most my basil! This was from my garden three weeks ago. It is now probably the last week for a lot of these things to give life to me. We had 29F at the cabin Thursday morning and the lettuce had a little flash-freeze burn on the edges. Pumpkins, other squash, potatoes and onions are all I will leave in the ground! Moving the herbs and any cuttings to winter inside in the next few days!
Put aside your current need to measure success based on things. Look at your children, your gardens, your poems, your crafts, even dinner tonight… now what is your success TODAY?
journey back in time
moments captured through a lens
like winter frozen
History in Alaska at the click of a camera….
I am also a photographer and one thing I have learned to love photographing, especially living where I live, is Industrial Decay. It’s a window to the past. A former teacher and friend finally talked me out of my portrait shell and had me go on a historical adventure with him, complete with bears and wolves but that is in another post. Jason showed me the beauty of the decay, and the history that is found and captured with something like the above diner ticket. Notice the date of February 4th, 1942? This pad is still there, at Cleary Hill Mine in the same spot waiting for someone to pay their balance for the week (I wonder how much it would be with interest after 70 years!). I believe many of us have photographed it “as is” without disturbing it for at least the last 6 years. It still lays in the same spot through winters and summers, out of the sun so it is not fading, in the diner of this mining town. The mine is still active but the town is long since been abandoned. History is a journey that one should never take for granted.
Are there hidden historical finds where you live?