The Good, the Bad and the Ugly

The good: I am writing a novel. The bad: If I share any content, it would most likely not get published.  The ugly: I have previously shared my writings from two novels, that I am working on. As for my new project, I can not get advice from anyone online, because I should not share my work.

For the past month, I have been working on a novel, possible screenplay, but choose not to post what I have written on my blog.  What I have learned from WordPress is if you want your work to be published, you should not share any of your work online.  In previous months, I shared paragraphs of two novels, that I am working on.  I was very excited, as I was writing, now my hopes of publishing, those two novels, have since deceased.

So, after reading opinions on WordPress, as well as researching publishers, I came to the conclusion, that I would not post my current project online. What I am working on now, is 75% fiction and 25% fact, that could slightly be another reason, that I am hesitant to post my work online.  In the end, I have realized that what I am working on is very important to me, as well as a lot of people in regards to the subject of my writing.

So, my question to you is if you are working on something which you want to publish, would you share any content of your writing online, which would include subject matter?

Or would you just keep it to yourself, until it is published?

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BERMUDA

The wind was blowing hard. The storm was taking a toll on the plane.  “The plane is going to crash,” Harry shouted.

“I don’t want to die,” Jason screamed.

“Calm down everyone, just calm down,” Steve yelled.

I knew we were trouble, big trouble.  All of a sudden the plane jerked hard… Then it was dark.

I was just a young man of 22, I didn’t have a girlfriend, it just wasn’t a priority for me.
I would spend all my time on computers, hoping to be the next Steve Jobs. My friends kept bugging me to go on this trip, it would just be for a few days.  I finally agreed, even though I knew their was a storm coming, but I figured we would be okay.  We were going to Bermuda for a few days, just the guys.

I packed the night before, so I would be all set for the morning. I woke up earlier than usual, as I looked out the window, I could see the clouds coming in. Steve had just pulled  in the driveway. I waved to him, then ran downstairs.  As I grabbed my bags, the phone rang, it was mom. I let the machine pick it up, I figured I would call her in the car. Once I got  in the car, I glanced in the back Harry and Jason, we’re fast asleep.

Late night?  I asked Steve. “Yea, they were on the computers, like usual,” Steve replied. Awhile later, as we were driving I felt a push on my seat.  I turned back to see Harry grinning.  “What’s up Lucas, how ya doing?” Harry asked. From the looks of it, a lot better than you, I grinned. “Yea well, I was up late working on that damn program again, it’s always giving me trouble,” Harry replied.

“Well, there will be no computers at least for a few days.  All work and no play makes Johnny a bad boy,” Steve added. You mean all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy, Lucas chimed in. “Whatever, you know what I mean,” replied Steve. Jason was finally awake. Well, I was playing late last night and I’m still a bad boy,” Jason smirked. We all laughed, we knew what Jason meant.

Even though Jason was a computer geek, when he went out, he had a personality that the girls loved.  He was a ladies man, a smooth operator.  I never really understood, how someone could have two split personalities. We were almost to the airport, when I remembered I needed to call mom.  I dialed her number, but there was no answer, so I left her a voice mail letting her know, that I would be back in a few days.

I glanced up at the sky, there seem to be more clouds than earlier. The sky doesn’t look so good, I said to Steve.

“Don’t worry about the sky Lucas, everything’s going to be fine, just fine,” Steve replied.

*To be continued…

(C)  2015  A.C. VANYA.   All Rights Reserved

Sweet Water…

Sweet Water

I open the red box with glee.

I can’t wait, to hang it by my window, in my big oak tree.

As I wait and wait…

A hummingbird notices the new treat.

The water rocks back and forth.

The sun glistens through the bottle.

The hummingbird stops in mid-air.

to take a look around…

Then continues drinking each drop with vigor.

It can’t get enough of the sweet water.

Its wings flap with such vibrant motion,

stopping to look at me in the window.

I wonder, what is it thinking about…

Just as the hummingbird, might wonder, what am I thinking about…

A fairy whispers in your sleep…

Writing 201: Poetry, Topic:  Trust, Acrostic, Internal Rhyme.  If you look at the first letter of each sentence, you will see that it spells: Magical Creatures.

A Fairy Whispers

Magical creatures can be sweet

A fairy whispers in your sleep

Good night wishes are just play

Imaginary you say, oh nay

Count your blessing, there not mean

A fairy is a lovely being

Lonely at times, they will whine

Creating a sound, that you can’t hear

Really listen,  it’s useless my dear

Each whine is quiet as can be

A fairy whispers, in your sleep

The tiniest sound is hard to hear

Useless with just your ears

Rarely are the fairies heard

Even if your awake instead

So, next time you go to bed,  there could be a fairy near your head

Limericks… Not.

Japan

Amy and Hashi went to Japan

They were so excited to land

Once on the ground

They walked around

Exploring Japan was quite grand

In My Head

The noises in my head won’t stop

I keep hearing snap, crackle, pop

I’ve traveled in my mind

So many, many times

Oh please, oh please make the noise stop

First Haiku…

I started a class today called Writing 201: Poetry. The topic today was how to write a poem or haiku with a simile.   If you have any suggestions, they are always welcomed.

Water

Colors of water

Shine through the lovely bottles

Water pearls float in

Waves

Warm island water

Crashing waves blue as the sky

Surfers boards broken

Frozen Pond

The water is cold

Snow caps surround the white lake

Frozen pond is iced

Attraction

Skin as white as snow

Lips as red as strawberries

Hair like threads of gold

#haiku, #poetry, #writing201

Relationship… Hang ups…

Phone rings…

Girl: “Hello?”

Guy: “Hey.”

Girl: “What?”

Guy: “Huh?”

“What do you want?”

“What do you mean what?”

“What do you want?”

Guy: “Whatever.”

“What do u want?”

“I’m just checking in.”

“For what?”

“Just checking in.”

Girl: “Whatever!”

Guy: “Yeah, whatever.”

Girl hangs up the phone.

5 minutes later…

Phone rings…

              Which version do you like better?  Using Girl/Guy or Lisa/Jerry

Phone rings…

“Hello?”

“Hey Lisa.”

“What Jerry?”

“Huh?”

“What do you want Jerry?”

“What do you mean what?”

“What do you want?”  Lisa raises her voice.

“Whatever.” Jerry answers sharply.

“What do u want?”

“I’m just checking in.”

“For what?”

“Just checking in.”

Frustrated Lisa replies, “Whatever!”

Jerry shouts, “Yeah, whatever.”

Lisa hangs up the phone.

5 minutes later…

Phone rings….

Playing in the rain…

Raindrops… Drop, drop, drop

Raindrops… Stop, stop, stop.

Playing in the rain, is such a pain

Gloves not working, socks are wet

I’m getting a chill, I hope I don’t get I’ll

My face is wet, fingers are numb

Oh frostbite… What have you done

Shoes are sloshing, nose is running

The wind is twrilling, the leaves are blowing

It’s time for me to get going…

Ch 2: MOROI

My fingers are shaking, as I reach for the chain and lock the deadbolt.  I run to the windows to make sure they are all locked and I close my blinds.  I am scared… Really scared.  Like freaking out scared… Wondering what or who is this guy.  It’s was hard to get a good look at him,  but I know it’s a man.  I hate being scared, especially when I am alone.

I go into my bedroom and lock the door.  I get into bed, pull the covers up over me and wait.  Wait for what I think… Just waiting.

I must have dozed off.  I look at the clock and It’s been about an hour.  So far so good, nothing has happened.  As I start to get up, I hear a noise at my door.  I jump back in bed.  It can’t be Saul he is out-of-town. Could it be that man I saw by the tree? Could it?

A few hours later, I finally get up. I walk over to my front door.  Slowly opening it I step outside. Everything, seems fine.  What a relief.  As I turn around I notice something, that I had not noticed before. Perched on top of my gate is a glove. A black glove. My glove…

*To be continued…

(C) 2015 by Amy Vanya. All Rights Reserved.

One more drop…

wine 222

There was a man from Italy, who danced so elegantly.

One more drop of wine, he was sure his wife wouldn’t mind.

One drop led to another, until he finally knocked over the bread and butter.

Looking aghast, he promised he would not have another glass.

Tip toeing to his room, he knocked over the broom.

As the broom fell down, his wife looked at him with a frown.

She snapped get to bed, before you get a knock on the head…