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One Blessing

A Sharing this weekend with The Sunday Muse #185.


One blessing to break and one to take.
Selfish offerings and self-denied boons
A sacred mockery of profane recipes
Holding out on all the echoed vows:
It's just a counter, it's just a response.
One blessing to break and one to take.

Greetings and salutations from the home of OMG--WHY DID MY CHARACTER DO THAT? Also the home of WHY DID I PICK THIS STORY FOR NANO? I decided to tackle a story from a different angle and suddenly houses are exploding and formerly villainous characters are just insisting on a plot line of their own. And, btw, they'd like to not be the bad guy at the moment. Villains are hard for me. Possibly because I don't want to throw my own people under the bus. And so, here we are:


Officially a fifth of the way through the NaNo goal and already lost control of the story. :) Hope your writing week is going well! Is anyone else in the middle of a long project? 

-- Chrissa

Comments

  1. JimNovember 6, 2021 at 1:20 PM

    One blessing for woe
    and one for to go.
    A cleaning of my "office". Does that count?

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    1. C. SandlinNovember 6, 2021 at 2:26 PM

      Cleaning any room in the house counts as a major project. One of our dogs decided to take a leap into some paperwork this morning, so I'm thinking that'll be one of my next projects. :)

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  2. Carrie Van HornNovember 6, 2021 at 1:53 PM

    I love how this poem wraps around to the end, and how it gives us a certain perspective on what is lost and what is gained. Wonderful writing as always my friend. I can relate to the feelings and experiences of Nano writing. I think sometimes our characters can lead us in directions we did not want to take. Wishing you a great weekend, and look forward to seeing you soon.

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  3. indybevNovember 6, 2021 at 4:39 PM

    One to break, one to take. There's more story theree!

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  4. Sherry Blue SkyNovember 6, 2021 at 6:54 PM

    I love one blessing to break and one to take! Keep going, you will complete NaNo. Smiles.

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  5. Marion HortonNovember 7, 2021 at 1:45 AM

    Love the way this reads - the refrain of 'one blessing to break and one to take'. Good luck with your story - I am in awe of writers who undertake NaNo.

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  6. Gillena CoxNovember 7, 2021 at 5:10 AM

    Got 2 rooms painted. Threw away a lot of old stuff. I didnt do the painting. Does that count☺
    Happy Sunday. Thanks for dropping by my blog.

    Much💛love

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    1. C. SandlinNovember 7, 2021 at 5:25 AM

      Clearing out counts. I know that's waiting for me once the holidays are over.

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  7. hedgewitchNovember 7, 2021 at 6:23 AM

    Like life itself, a play of give and take, dismay and progress. I love "...A sacred mockery of profane recipes.." and the way the first and last lines neatly bookend the piece. Good luck with controlling--or at least guiding-- your characters--tho I always like best the ones who seem to have a life of their own.

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  8. phillip woodruff (jalopy dreams)November 9, 2021 at 5:31 PM

    enjoyed your poem, has lots of cross-currents, and you capture them well. also, i was reading your blurb about "nano"... that's funny, just keep plugging away, it'll all work out

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