Once Upon a Time…

Posted on August 22, 2015 by avsweb

I found a wonderful blog by Clarissa W. Atkinson. Great posts…. Enjoy!

In 1955, right out of college, I found one of those jobs in publishing so dear to history and English majors who could afford them. We were paid almost nothing, which was considered OK for girls, at least if they had parents who could give them a winter coat for Christmas and bail them out in an emergency. Health insurance wasn’t necessary in those days, when a visit to the doctor or a prescription for an antibiotic cost very little. If you shared space, you could even rent an apartment in Manhattan; with three roommates, I lived near Second Avenue in the80s. We had a duplex two-bedroom apartment in a funky old house with a lot of charm – and a lot of cockroaches, but who cared? Right above the bathtub on the second floor there was a skylight that offered dirty and difficult access to the roof. We…

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Oh, Johnny boy…

Posted on July 17, 2015 by avsweb

Oh, Johnny boy… Where have you been

Oh, Johnny boy… Have you committed a sin

Oh, Johnny boy… You must tell me now

Oh, Johnny boy… My patience is thin

Oh, Johnny boy… You must go

Oh, Johnny boy… How I love you so

The Good, the Bad and the Ugly

Posted on July 16, 2015 by avsweb

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?

Spider has just claimed victory, on my old wooden chest…

Posted on April 1, 2015 by avsweb

I open the rusty latch on the barn door.

The moment I step inside, I feel sick.

I can see the old wooden chest in the corner.

I raise my hands over my head,

making sure I don’t run into a spider’s web

As the light shines through, it produces a new clue.

A web hangs in the corner of the barn.

“Are u scared? The spider seems to ask.”

Why am I scared when it’s just a thread?

A design of beauty, with a deadly scare.

The closer I get, my heart beats faster,

Just another second, won’t matter.

Felling uneasy, with each step I take,

I get chills down my spine and sweat on my face.

The large web glistens up high over my chest,

I just can’t, I can’t take another step.

The spider has just claimed victory, on my old wooden chest.

Fact or Fiction…

Posted on March 30, 2015 by avsweb

As I lay in bed, I can see the tree’s shadow dancing on my walls.

It’s a cold and windy night, a storm is approaching.

Sometimes, I feel the wind will rip the roof right off.

I am all by myself, about 30 miles out-of-town.

It’s almost midnight and the wind is blowing hard.

I always get a strange feeling at night, when the clock strikes 12.

I try my best to get comfortable, trying not to think, that I am all alone.

All of a sudden, I hear a loud noise outside. The noise gets closer and closer.

Something is outside, running around my place. It’s so close, I can hear it breathing.

Hugs for my sweet Winnie-the-Pooh…

Posted on March 25, 2015 by avsweb

Hugs for me… Hugs for you…

Hugs for my sweet Winnie-the-Pooh.

Scampering over the hills, with Winnie, Roo and Christopher Robin too.

Oh! What fun we will have on this bright sunny day.

Come on Rabbit, let’s play!

Oh! Where can Piglet be? Is that Eeyore by the tree?

I am hiding behind the bush, hoping to be free, from a tag, so no one can see me.

What’s that noise I hear? Its Owl in the tree!

Oh dear, I whisper, please don’t tell on me.

I run from my spot and go up the hill.

Hair in my eyes, I run into Roo.

Tigger comes bouncing by full of glee.

We must go find Kanga, to have a cup of tea.

Pooh says, “What about honey, instead of tea?”

Here comes Eeyore and Piglet, now I am happy as can be.

This day has been wonderful, with having all my friends to see.

My memory is a little cloudy about that incident…

Posted on February 25, 2015 by avsweb

Writing 201: Poetry. Day 5: Fog, Elegy, Metaphor

My Grandmother was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s, before she passed away. Even though, I have not been diagnosed myself, some days are harder than others, for me to remember things. In my poem, I share with you, some of my foggy moments.

My memory is a little cloudy about that incident

Why didn’t you remember?

I forgot… What? I forgot…

How can you forget something so important?

I don’t know?

I walk into a store, after a few minutes… I think, where am I and why am I here.

And what do I need.

Life’s journey is a bicycle ride down the hill.

What was I doing?

Hmm… What was I doing? I have no clue.

I took my contacts out of my eyes and threw them in the sink.

Why didn’t I put them in my contact lens case?

I put a cup of water in the microwave to make some tea.

Why did I take the cup out and drink it, while it was hot, without a tea bag?

Now… What was I suppose to do? I can’t think…

Life is a rollercoaster, which every one has to go through.

I think, of a lot of things, all the time…

How can I forget the one thing, that I’m suppose to be doing.

I need milk… I went to two stores today, but I forgot the milk!

Today is a new day, I just came back from the store, but I forgot the….

A cell phone is a light in a sea of darkness.

What is my home phone number? *I don’t know, I don’t call myself. I will get my cell phone, so I can tell you.”

* (Tip: sometimes, it better to use this line, instead of trying to remember your phone number, when your put on the spot)

Limericks… Not.

Posted on February 17, 2015 by avsweb

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…

Posted on February 16, 2015 by avsweb

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