Middy's Touch Exercise

Quick post. A bit of Middy's Touch written from the main male character's perspective. Hopefully more to come soon. This is the first chance I've had to work on this since summer, but it's just a little something I have as a spring board for the rest of the story. It's not a beginning, middle, or end only an exercise to get the juices flowing. God bless and slainte!

See Saw ridge is like a tomb before the sun rises. When I close my eyes, I let the coldness seep into my skin as I lay sprawled out upon the protruding cliff. It's a quiet kind of pain that echoes in my bones. It makes me strong. I feel the sinew of my shoulders and calves, even the creases between my fingers grow taut as they shed the black feathers.
Memories of being warm haven't nudged their way through my head for over a century. The sun can't touch me; fire won't thaw me. But when she caught sight of me in the trees last night at sundown, I fought the heat of a thousand Hells churning in my veins.

One Week = Poor Blogging

One week since my last post. My blogging discipline is poor, but I'm not giving up on this goal yet. A few brief updates on what's been going on with me personally as opposed to general ranting about everyday shtuffs.
- Met with my English professor today. I don't have any classes with him this semester. *Insert sad face here* We discussed the extensive portfolio I completed for my creative writing class last semester. He paid my work a few blush-worthy comments and said my poetry was excellent, that my writer's voice had a beautiful quietness to it. In addition, he told me to send all my poetry out to publishers. End bragging trip. *SQUEEEEAAAALLL*
- Was called a "fashion lifeguard" in the college cafeteria today...Yay for tall bar chairs and a crowded table full of girlfriends and lovely choir exchange students from Haiti!
- On a wacky note, I discovered I can do the "live long and prosper" sign with my left toes...No, I'm not a Trekkie.

I received a few hobby suggestions from a reader named Aithne (check out her blog!) and I might just be picking up painting and parody writing...maybe throw in a little photography. Thanks, Aithne, for the fun advice! Right now I'm simply trying to cultivate my inner creativity in ways other than writing. Which brings me to another question for you readers: how many of you would be interested in seeing me write a screenplay or simply a play with me posting a bit every week? I have a few rough ideas. Once I flesh out some solid plots, I will post them and you can vote on which one you would prefer to see transformed into a movie script or play.

Have a listen. A stunning song that's worth a few minutes of your day. http://www.youtube.com/user/MarianbkL#p/f/4/7hZpo1ZJDxM

Still trying to remain faithful by posting some new(ish) poems. Wrote this last semester; comments are love!

Under Your Bed

I'd rather you be a stranger
Than the person I'll forget.
Your blue eyes are the way
Out for me
And if I can't look at you with
Honesty too,
Then I'd rather you be a stranger
Than the person I'll forget

If I have to lose you
And if you walk away
I'll move on,
An iceberg
On the river of chilled love,
Half of me buried beneath the surface
Unseen, unwanted, but a deadly mess.

Please tell me
You'll keep me
Tucked under your arm,
In the creases of your blinding smile,
With the lonely dust bunnies
In the corners under your bed
For just
A little while longer.

I can take abandonment
Only if you scissor
My heart strings first.
Don't worry. It won't hurt
As much as you want it to.
As much as I need it to.
I'd rather you be a stranger
Than the person I'll forget.

Wishing for a snow day tomorrow! Take care, and slainte!

- Liadan

Monday Sometimes Treats You Kindly

It was a gentle Monday today. Gentle homework-wise, gentle weather-wise, gentle. Mondays such as this are rare; they should be remembered and treasured so the next time we throw a fit and blame Monday for all our problems, our insecurities, the contents of our hamburgers escaping the bun and tumbling into our laps as we pass grannies on the expressway, our disgusting ability to hit the snooze button half a dozen times, we can say, blame the cosmos instead of occasionally well-balanced Monday. Or, here's an idea, we could take responsibility for our own actions and blame our own hideous attitudes. When Monday treats you kindly you should quietly thank the second day of the week, and then beg him to tell Tuesday to be on his best behavior.

Enjoying this last semester thus far *knock on wood*... I honestly miss my lit/English classes though. Watch...once I start taking classes for my English Ed degree, I'm going to turn on English again. Love-hate relationships are always thrilling though, right?

I have to keep my creative juices flowing, no matter what! I've debated picking up a few new hobbies....But honestly, where's the time? Vlogging would definitely be a fun ride, but where's the money for a flip camera? No generous benefactors out there? No? Anyone? Then I have to think...How well has blogging actually gone? -------- Yeeeeeaaaahhh.

Okay, guys, girls, ladies, nerds, etc....Let me know in the comment area (PLEASE, SOMEONE, COMMENT. I DON'T CARE IF YOU'RE FROM MARS AND ANSWER IN MARTIAN LANGUAGE) if you have any suggestions or ideas as to what hobbies or fun/quirky goals I should set for myself this year. Any and all suggestions are a win, so if you think of something, just shout it out!

To conclude, here is a triolet I wrote recently. If you are unsure as to what a triolet is, have a look: http://www.baymoon.com/~ariadne/form/triolet.htm

Scene from a Movie - Triolet
This is a scene from a movie
One from the romantic-comedy that premiered last weekend
Down at the cinema with its buttery air, warm and lovey-dovey.
This is a scene from a movie
When you tuck my hair behind my ear, catch my hand, proving
That the dice sometimes fall gracefully into place and Fate will bend.
This is a scene from a movie
One from the romantic-comedy that premiered last weekend.