Camp NaNo, July 2021

Vampiric spiders infest a high school as part of an interdimensional construction project. When they add yet another former student to their group, they create the kind of neighborhood resistance that derails projects and, possibly, neighborhoods.

I've committed to participating in Camp NaNoWriMo this July, although that might be slightly impossible, depending on how June goes. In addition, I've decided to do a 14-day, 5K a day project this month (June 2021) to move forward with a separate project that I'm on the fence about but might feel differently toward if the word count was higher.

In addition, sort of as a complement to some of the non-writing projects from last year, I'd like to fill out the yard notebooks that I've started but not quite kept up. The yard didn't receive the complete reset we were thinking about in 2020 and the freeze at the beginning of this year just pushed it back further. And now I'm thinking I'd like to turn at least one of these notebooks into a look back and one into a look forward and that's because I need projects.

Cheerful projects. Projects that I want to do. Projects that distract and create a way forward.

-- Chrissa

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Once Upon a Future Past

Sharing with The Sunday Muse #204 . It's too far in the afternoon, I thought but evening ran behind me dragons, demons, and the sleeping world; afraid to turn, to wake me. Power needs its horror stories, its ghosts. It's too far in the afternoon, I thought but evening followed close; a fantasy of goodness, where the gold is always covering bones. Power needs its fairy tales, its witches. It's too far in the afternoon, I thought but evening treads my hem, like an army from the dragon's teeth and all the lies therein. -- Chrissa

Need

Sharing with this week's The Sunday Muse #184 . Come celebrate Halloween with verse and The Muse. I don't think the lantern needed the day; I needed the night: Lit and close and dark and smelling of faraway fires. I needed the smoky flicker that darkened the late-season field I needed the thin linen dress someone else's jacket hides; I needed the nested shadow; not blue, clear sight. It's already a spooky weekend: one window wedged itself just open enough for the breeze to moan beneath, James heard a drone last night (according to him, circling and circling the neighborhood without lights), and our sometimes neighbors have started to set up their backyard for whatever festivities they're planning for Halloween weekend. So...tomorrow (Halloween) will be a good day to read through the books picked up at the local author Spooktacular hosted by a used bookstore not far from here and to say a few final prayers before NaNo begins. Also, celebrating another zine draft r...

On Bad Days

Sharing with The Sunday Muse #186 . Sorry. Probably best to skip this one. On bad days I argue with the void: it is empty; I call it full of nothing made pathological; therefore it obsesses to possess mass, to be something arguing with the universe but shouting in the mirror black as starlit backdrop, as stars that fall deeper and deeper into time until they drag everything into the void and are empty, wrung out of needing to have an argument and then we look at each other, deep in the black fallen forever of our gaze. I wasn't going to post this week. But that probably doesn't matter...because here is a post. This has been a weird week and, in the midst of much more important things, my NaNo project just [temporarily] self-destructed. There will be a return to that project and I'm already sharpening the knives for it. Just need to let a little off-topic anger abate so that everyone doesn't get flamethrowers and a crazy 80's soundtrack. AAAAAAAAEEEEEIIIIIIIIIII!...

A Weed on The Curb

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