12.02.08
50,011!
My final word count as of noon on Sunday, 30 November 2008. Woo-Hoo!! NaNoWriMo, or National Novel Writing Month, is a crazy journey undertaken in November – to produce 50,000 words in 30 days. I have been persona non available (to make up a phrase there, my apologies) during most of November, but I hope to recover and check the blogworld once again. My novel is nowhere near done, but once I turned purple, I just stopped. For now. Oh, I mean I didn’t actually turn purple, my word count bar turned purple.
05.31.08
Haiku in Review
I grant you, my blog does not pop. I don’t keep up with it, I don’t really do much with it at all. Despite my best intentions, it sits neglected – no book reviews, no knitting, etc. Maybe that’s why Blogger ate my other blog – a bit too dull? Ah well – I WILL have the last haiku laugh – because I found them! Written here, there, and everywhere. So here’s some of my oldest stuff, written in green because green ink has an interesting history. Check out teabird melanie’s blog for the details.
Rain on the window
Thunder dances with lightning -
Cats sleep soundly on.
Gardens are busy
Butterflies and bees abound
Weeds are always there.
In a summer breeze
Despair of one is too deep
The tree sways softly.
Watching the snow fall
Each flake its own little world
Quietly perfect.
02.12.08
Different and Yet the Same
This is my new blog. It doesn’t exactly have more purpose than my last one, but I’ll try:)! It happened because (no offense, exactly) Blogger ate my blogs! All of them. And the Gmail account attached to them. It’s been a big problem for Blogger lately. So there you are, and here I am at WordPress. I’m still trying to find my way around my new blog options, but I promise more haiku, more knitting, more book “reviews” and the like.
Here’s a new haiku, trying to lighten a semi-serious situation of mine:
Glowing from within.
Shall that be my fate after
Radiation ends?
02.02.08
A New Beginning…
Thanks to this site, found by Becky and teabird, I am participating in a Bloggers Silent Poetry Reading, with a favorite from Frost:
The Secret Sits
“We dance round in a ring and suppose,
But the Secret sits in the middle and knows.”
And an old haiku of my own:
Watching the snow fall,
Each flake its own little world,
Quietly perfect.
