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April 2012

I've Been Tagged! (The Lucky 7 Meme)

Okay, it's taken me a while to get around to this, but I was recently tagged by Sarah L. Fox in the "Lucky 7 Meme" and it's about time I play! This is where writers take 7 lines from either page 7 or 77 of their current manuscript and post them. Sort of like my Short Snippet Saturdays, but where I have less choice which snippets to show you. Scary!

My biggest obstacle to this was figuring out just where either page 7 or page 77 exists in my (still yet to be re-drafted) manuscript of my scifi/romance/action mash-up WIP, "Fate's Apology". This is because I long ago separated each chapter into its own separate word document to get away from the supremely unwieldy single mega-document that my first meandering attempt at writing a novel turned into. That said, counting the pages as they now stand, I went to line 7 from what may or may not actually be page 77, but we'll call it that for now, okay? Here goes!

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"Should they fail again, you will be held responsible. Whatever punishment with which you have threatened them will be carried out upon yourself. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, Marquem." Callos ended the transmission, then sat for a moment remembering the threats he had uttered: blinding, skinning, and spit-roasting. Not the way he had envisioned himself to pass from existence. With a frown on his birch-skinned features, he pulled one of his throwing stars from its pouch and tapped it on the arm of his spherniture, leaving tiny scratches in the gleaming obsidiate.

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So, here's the rules if you want to play:
1. Go to page 7 or 77 of your manuscript
2. Go to line 7
3. Copy down the next seven lines or sentences
4. Tag 7 people
 
I'm tagging @CarissaAndrews, @chrisburton99, @RhondaParrish, @sarahzajaczek, @jasonwuerfel, @DiemBurden, @abigail_kern

If youve already done this, just ignore the tag. And of course there's no pressure to participate if you'd rather not!

Earth Day Poetry

So today was Earth Day. I know, we're supposed to get involved in something, somehow, or at least plant a tree or something to show we're "aware". But I didn't. First of all, it may be April twenty-freaking-second, but in Canada that often means "still too darn cold to enjoy being outdoors without earmuffs". And that was certainly true today. So the most Earth-Day-like thing I did was take the over-stuffed bag of recyclable household trash out to the bin then checked on my freezing potted tulip plant, which may die of exposure long before the squirrels find it. Visible activist, I'm not. Oh well.

However, there's a reason for that. To me, every day is Earth Day. Blame it on crying Indiansgiant do-gooder owls, the Energy Crisis, or just plain ol' childhood visits to an actual landfill to drop off our personal trash prior to the luxury of garbage pick-up in rural Litchfield PA, I have always been abhorrent of waste, pollution, and disregard for the fragile little membrane of space all living things occupy on this little green, white and blue ball in space. It kills me to see people buy cases of bottled water and throw the plastic containers in the garbage, or worse, toss them to the curb. And why more communities haven't made plastic bags something you need to purchase is a question that has no good answer, in my opinion. I've been lugging my foodstuffs and other commodities home in reusable bags for a couple years now, and it's really not a difficult habit to adopt. As far as vehicle emissions, I've never, as a self-sufficient adult, had more than one car in my driveway. Yes, I know - peoples' jobs can interfere with that, but more than once I managed to find jobs that didn't require spending most of the additional paycheck on a second mechanical gasoline-sucking chariot just to get both of us there and back every day, a silly trap I refuse to step into.

In short, I think I already do a pretty darn good job of lessening the impact my existence has on the planet. Sure, there's room for improvement, and when the opportunities present themselves, I'll take them. That said, I wrote some verse in honor of the Earth during National Poetry Month. How come? Because I said I would. Enjoy...and remember this: I never stated anywhere on this blog I was a poet!

The smell of dirt and trees and leaves
Wafts along on gentle breeze.
Odor of Earth in wooded dale
Gives a welcome scent reprieve.

Daytona Beach at sunrise
Photo by Abby Geiger 2007

Waving fields of grain and flowers
Devouring the springtime showers
Reproduce and give us life.
Earth's gifts grow here by the hours.

Heavy sand and salty seas
Waves that bring me to my knees
The lips of Earth on cliff or beach
Two ecosystems meet with ease.

Take it all, put garbage back
Make the good Earth cough and hack.
We won't get a second chance
Once Earth has had a heart attack.

Stop and think before you buy
Where that ends up when you die.
What we do does matter now
Earth is our only life supply.

Short Snippet Saturday: Contrary Critters

Fate's Apology not only has alien craft, but alien critters as well, and they can be contrary little beasties when they want to be.

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          At the halfway point, the zaraxen balked. No matter how hard he tugged, the creature stubbornly refused to follow. It was unable to move to either side in the tight space, and it could not look down to see the terrain at its feet. Its eyes were wide, showing their whites, and it began scrabbling backwards, threatening to drag Rey down the rocky chute.

So Buttons

So, I need to get the weeks' lunches ready to take to work in the morning. So, I need to renew my U.S. passport. So, I need to work out. So, I need to call my Mom for Easter. So, I need to sew buttons. Literally. I need to sew buttons.

This is my life at the moment, in all its past-due, piled-up glory. And if you think I'm using "piled-up" as a metaphor, you haven't seen my desk. A laptop whose battery needs charging, a pile of magazine clippings that need filing, an invite from the synagogue to a choir performance, my notebook of high school poetry waiting to be immortalized on hard drive, a stack of my Dad's past several years' worth of thoughts and ideas to transcribe, two winter coats that need missing buttons sewn back on, and a partridge in a pear tree. Which I'll add to the potted gift of tulips that need to be replanted in the garden as soon as winter decides to move further north.

So if you...or better yet I, am wondering why no new blog posts lately, there's your answer. I have ideas. I just had this one. But finding the time to bang them out and draw accompanying artwork is limited. They've piled up mentally like the clippings, coats, potted plants and poetry have, waiting for their moment to be tackled. In the meantime, I've been preoccupied with *deep breath* learning still more songs on the bass guitar for the Jewish musical trio, which is now only a duo, working on the portrait for my friend's web site, continuing the outline of the 2nd and a half draft of "Fate's Apology", and, last but certainly not least, Passover and all its preparation pomp and circumstance. So yeah...send in the clones, because I could use one right about now.

With that, I'm grabbing the sewing box and getting at least one thing off the pile. No, two. I wrote a blog post. Sew buttons, so there!