New Story?

No I’m thinking about giving up the old story and starting a new one.  After studying and reading I can see how amature the old one is, and I’m not sure I can repair it.  So it’s exciting to think of all the possibilities for characters and events in a new story, but what if it’s just a waste of time?  Getting published as a first time auther is SO hard!  How do you keep the despair from seeping in and forcing hope away?
 
 
Here’s another poem:
 
Something Dreaded
 
Creating the idea
and writing it down
Will it be good enough this time?
 
Characters… conflict… description
Will it be enough?
 
The endless possibilities
It could be here or there
It could be great or terrible
 
Excitement… greater dread

City VS Forest

Here’s the poem I wrote today:

City VS Forest

The noise of the city never sleeps

The pavement and buildings are always filled with a sea of citizens

The threat of pickpockets could be anywhere

And murder in the dark alleyway is never a surprise

Skyscrapers

Crime

Smog

Hectic

Manmade

But in the forest there is peace

The wind and water rush by in their comforting way

The crickets sing you to sleep each night

The trees and the animals and the insects are the citizens here

Ancient, Mountainous Trees

Fresh Air

Safety

Beauty

Natural

 

I’ve been thinking about writing a teen romance instead of an adult romance.  Any advice on which is better and why?

more poems

More poems below.  The prompt for the first one was a conversation (I think).  This one’s silent.  Forgot a title

Walking up to the checkout counter
I see the man of my dreams
My heart flutters and I have to catch my breath
as I watch that perfect smile turn to face me
My mouth opens to speak
but nothing comes out
My eyes dart all over him
taking him in
trying to find something to say
But the rest of him is just as perfect as that smile
Words continue to fail me

Fear and attraction

I pull my hair behind my ears
I adjust my purse on my shoulder
and scratch the back of one leg with the foot of the other
I open my mouth to speak to him again
but still nothing comes

You know what I’m saying?

 

The All Important Shirt

I’m supposed to be sorry for forgetting to wash your shirt while you were at work today?
Well consider this:
I scrubbed the toilet and bathtub you use everyday.
I cleaned, swept, mopped, and vacuumed.
I made lunches, did dishes, and I’m trying to get dinner on the table for you right now.
I’ve taken the kids to soccer practice, done the grocery shopping, and searched for half an hour for Milly’s lost toy.
I paid the bills and took the baby to the doctor.
I’ve changed diapers and listened to endless crying all… day… long.
Over the last week I’ve spent endless hours helping with homework assignments.
I haven’t stopped to read a book or take a nap in months,
but you kick up your feet and watch TV everyday when you get home from work…
nothing to worry about since I take care of it all.
But okay, I’m sorry I forgot about your all important shirt.
It will be on the top of my priority list from now on.

 

100% Scream!!! 

Something’s crawling on my arm, so I look down, I can’t see it, but it’s there,

so I brush it away.

Something’s crawling on my neck, I can’t see it, but it’s there,

so I brush it away.

Something crawling on my cheek, oh why won’t it go away?

I reach up to wipe it off.

Slapping myself in the face, I wake up from the strange dream.

Something’s crawling on my hand, so I look down.

I see the biggest cockroach I’ve ever seen in my life crawling on my hand.

AAAHHHHH!!!

Gothic Soul Trapped 

Under gray, noonday sky I walk

   to the old cathedral

The only thing standing out against the gray

   is the black we all wear

The only sound I hear

   is the steady footsteps of the dark figures moving about

As the clouds begin to weep

   I put my black umbrella over my head

A mother passes by me on the street

   her dejected child walks two paces behind her

   keeping in step with her ill looking mother

For a moment I wonder how my mother is doing

   locked away in the attack

   in the attick, where the insane always arrive and remain

The stone steps move under my feet

   I pause before the cathedral door and look up at the gargoyle just above my head

   as I have so many times before

But this time it reaches out for me

   its open jaws thunder as they come for me

The stone has broken away and eaten my life

   but I cannot see the light

Under the bright, sun washed sky

   I walk to the cathedral

I’ve made my way there every day

   for hundreds of years

Surrounded by noise and light and joy

   I envy the souls who are not there

   the ones who have moved on

   and could remember the world the way it was….

   dark, lonely, sedated

 

more poems

More poems below.  The prompt for the first one was a conversation (I think).  This one’s silent.  Forgot a title

Walking up to the checkout counter
I see the man of my dreams
My heart flutters and I have to catch my breath
as I watch that perfect smile turn to face me
My mouth opens to speak
but nothing comes out
My eyes dart all over him
taking him in
trying to find something to say
But the rest of him is just as perfect as that smile
Words continue to fail me

Fear and attraction

I pull my hair behind my ears
I adjust my purse on my shoulder
and scratch the back of one leg with the foot of the other
I open my mouth to speak to him again
but still nothing comes

You know what I’m saying?

 

The All Important Shirt

I’m supposed to be sorry for forgetting to wash your shirt while you were at work today?
Well consider this:
I scrubbed the toilet and bathtub you use everyday.
I cleaned, swept, mopped, and vacuumed.
I made lunches, did dishes, and I’m trying to get dinner on the table for you right now.
I’ve taken the kids to soccer practice, done the grocery shopping, and searched for half an hour for Milly’s lost toy.
I paid the bills and took the baby to the doctor.
I’ve changed diapers and listened to endless crying all… day… long.
Over the last week I’ve spent endless hours helping with homework assignments.
I haven’t stopped to read a book or take a nap in months,
but you kick up your feet and watch TV everyday when you get home from work…
nothing to worry about since I take care of it all.
But okay, I’m sorry I forgot about your all important shirt.
It will be on the top of my priority list from now on.

poems

I’ve been trying to write a poem at the writer’s digest websight http://www.writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/poetic-asides each day.  Anyone can post one by following the prompt given and it’s free through the month of April (2012).  So I thought I would post the ones I’ve written and will write here for anyone who’s interested in reading them.  These were both written and posted today:

HannaAnna says:

The Savior

He painted the emerald isles green
and the azure sky blue
He put every vibrant color of the rainbow into the first delicate flowers
and still paints these breathtaking rainbows in the sky whenever the earth is washed clean by rain
He created the dark and clear waters
and your own beating heart
He loved and died for you
Remember the shades of all he has done

Shades of a Child

Angry red cheeks
Sad blue eyes
Rainbow of happiness
White sheet of fear
Pink I love you

I love every face he makes
because he is my child
But the most beautiful shade of emotion his face will ever wear
is the peaceful, emptiness of any shade at all, as he sleeps

poems

I’ve been trying to write a poem at the writer’s digest websight http://www.writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/poetic-asides each day.  Anyone can post one by following the prompt given and it’s free through the month of April (2012).  So I thought I would post the ones I’ve written and will write here for anyone who’s interested in reading them.  These were both written and posted today:

HannaAnna says:

The Savior

He painted the emerald isles green
and the azure sky blue
He put every vibrant color of the rainbow into the first delicate flowers
and still paints these breathtaking rainbows in the sky whenever the earth is washed clean by rain
He created the dark and clear waters
and your own beating heart
He loved and died for you
Remember the shades of all he has done

Shades of a Child

Angry red cheeks
Sad blue eyes
Rainbow of happiness
White sheet of fear
Pink I love you

I love every face he makes
because he is my child
But the most beautiful shade of emotion his face will ever wear
is the peaceful, emptiness of any shade at all, as he sleeps

Undecided

It’s the week-end, YAY!

I got a lot of reading done today. I can’t decide to rewrite what I’ve written or start on a new story.  I love my story but now I hate the way it’s written and I can’t decide how to fix it.  It seems impossible.  I need to join a reading group.  I’ll look into it Monday.  There’s still a lot of learning to go through before I start fixing or writing either way though.

At least Easter’s coming up.  I love the Easter bunny and I love Jesus Christ, so it’s always a special day.

sunny, hot, breezy, cold day, it kept changing

boo hoo

The continued rejects from agents in reguards to my novel is depressing, but I’m taking what advice I’ve been given and trying to learn as much about writing as I can.  I need to find a strong critique.  I just wonder if I’m doing it all for nothing.  It was so much more fun when I was just writing.

Now I’m studying and trying to learn, we’ll see how it goes.

Now I’m studyi…

writing classes?

I got a third rejection but with it came some good advice.  The agent said I should try some free online writing classes.  Does anyone have any good suggestions?