One of the things I have enjoyed playing with is using my photographs and writing little fictions inspired by them right on the image in Photoshop. These aren’t technically flash fictions because to be honest I don’t know how long each bit is. But they are fun and a way to combine two of my hobbies. Emjoy
The long path through pale orange fog leads I do not know where. I walk this path for what seems like days but it never changes. The sun, or is it the moon, sits at the same place, each time I look. The trees bend over, barely touching yet impenetrable when I try to pass. How did I come here? Why did I come here? I am lost in a forest of mist and fog and know not why. Once I knew where I was going, knew who I was, but now I keep walking. Maybe when I reach the end of this path, I will know who I am. When will this forest end and life begin again?
Standing below the skeleton tree I looked up at the golden glow coming from the window. It had been too long since I left her side, wandering the world in search of my destiny. So many miles of road beneath my feet, yet my path brought me back here, ending up in the place I had started.
It had been winter when I walked away, the world blanketed in soft white that reflected the glow from her window. She had sent me away, angry at my choices. I swore then I would never return. Spring had found me far away, yet my heart harked back to that window, longing curling in my belly for her sweet face.
I fought my way through summer, splashes of red staining the bright green that flowed across fields. Men and boys dying meant less to me than the home I could have had. The song of a single bird echoed with my memories of home.
Fall called me back, the dying of the colors bringing memories of times lost. Finally I came back to where I started, standing here working up the courage to climb those stairs and ask if I could come home.
Next in my audio drabble series. Click on the link to hear me reading it
Recently i tested out using my recording ap on my tablet. Started with the dribbles I wrote last year. For those who dont remember dribbles are stories of exactly 25 words. Reading your own work is something we all should do but it does feel weird. I plan on posting them up once I find a program to convert the gpp file to mp3. Seems my lenovo tabley records in gpp, which as far as I can see is not accepted in the various places for sharing sound files.
The second part issue is finding a place to post up these files. I have a bunch of my poems I recorded before my desktop died that are up on my old Myspace page but it looks like only music is over there now. And to be honest I never actually gained any traction on that social site.
So anyone have suggestions? While I have a YouTube site (two actually but I can not lig into the first one) I doubt straight audio would get views. I used to post my book trailers and aome fun photo videos over there. Maybe if I decide to do an snimated short versus the illustrated shorts I am working on but that is future.
So if you are intetested in hearing my reading of my work please tell me where I can put them. There are fifteen dribbles recorded and about twenty five poems. I will be recording my drabbles, quickie fictions. Probsbly everything I have under a thousand words. Given a place to put them and working equipment.
Yup the holiday is coming up. Thursday all the Americans on my list will hopefully be with their friends and families, eating good food and remembering why they are thankful. I have been sitting here in Canada thinking about Thanksgiving and all the things I am thankful for over the past year.
Of course on the top of the list are my loved ones. My sweet husband who works so hard to support myself and our daughter. Who helps me write fight scenes by telling me how it should go and who was so very helpful with those science fiction things like space ships and the weapons and engines they would have. He is a wonderful man who has made my life so much easier and I thought I would take this week to tell him so.
I am thankful for all three of my daughters. From the two who I miss so much who are living lives so far away from me, to the fun and silly now twelve year old who lives with her father and I. My heart has grown so big just loving those three girls.
I am thankful for my parents. My mom and stepdad who live so far away from me. I hope that even with the trials they are going through that they will have a wonderful day and that things get better.
Now this is supposed to be my writing blog right? Yes I have been writing new things. I haven’t dived deeply into a longer project because of just releasing the Echoes of Elder Times collection last week. It hasn’t moved more than a couple copies but i am thankful both for the sales and for the five star review that went up yesterday!
But back to Thanksgiving right? Yes I have been writing some fun little short bits based on this holiday. Thanksgiving happened last month here in Canada but back home it will be this Thursday. So I plan on putting up these little bits on my Facebook author page. One a day (or more) will be put up over there. Some will be funny, some will by dark and some will be personal. This holiday is a mixed bag for me. For years I was the woman who made the feast. At one time I used to feed up to twenty people at my table and it has been fur years now since I have. I miss those days. I miss the crazy day of cooking all those dishes and then the happy and full faces of people who enjoyed what I made. So I will write about them.
Here in fact is one of the quickies i wrote:
Place the napkins, light the candles, place the turkey on the table. Sit down, look around and realize that this is a special day. No matter the dishes, no matter the faces, this ay is unlike any other. For this one day a year we thank those who came before us, for those who are with us.
Or that is how it used to be. Now it is a rush to eat so we can go out and spend. What happened to the joy of Thanksgiving, of family and friends in one place? This year, why not settle back and relax. Eat that turkey and remember to thank the person who did all the work. Better yet, thank them by doing the dishes! That’s the ticket.
Will this end up in a collection? Maybe. This is a quickie length piece and I don’t yet have enough of those for a collection but who knows.
I have also contemplated putting all my Christmas drabbles, micros and quickies into a book and putting it out around Christmas. Something priced at 99 cents that will be filled with the fun little tales that I have written after doing a lot of holiday research. As for today I am done babbling over here. Time to dive back into writing drabbles, micros and quickies. Hope you all have a great holiday!