Why I Work Two Jobs As Well...

"In Which Natalie Finds the Fallacy" from http://wondermark.com/

Click on the image to read it all... Why oh WHY can I NOT get pictures to fit correctly here?

Anyhow, it is amusing... just saying.

I Should Really Learn My Lesson

In the middle of the night, especially when I am not able to sleep, I can compose the most beautiful and heart-wrenching lines. I say them over and over to myself, amazed at my own words. Thankful for the gift.

But I don't get up and write them down.

I know every writer worth their salt keeps a pen and paper next to the bed, and I actually do this. But the problem is that I don't want to turn on the light and wake my husband, or get out of bed to go somewhere where I can turn on a light without disturbing anyone. Because this then adds to the sleepless issues.

So I don't write them down. I repeat them over and over, praying that the words will still be with my in the morning. Last night was no different than a hundred other such nights. I awoke this morning without them. Bereft.

Now, I am here wishing -- again -- that I had just sacrificed the sleep. Because I am wordless, and I hate that. I don't have any delusions that the words I wrote last night were going to be perfect this morning, but they would have been words...

Strange Fruit

It has been exactly a year since I had major surgery that made me both less and more. I am less somehow because I am missing an organ, but I am more because I have less pain and less regular trauma.

But as I sit here thinking about that space that is not empty, yet not full, I wonder at my sense of longing. "What ifs" and "what could have beens" aren't helpful or productive.

Wombless in room without a view.

On the Anniversary of Your Leaving

A year has passed
since you left me

while I slept

We had said our goodbyes

but still I awoke

in shock

Noone has moved in

to the space you left

just neighbours

slowly taking over

I was eager for you

to leave, but now

I find myself

longing

When I see

my children playing

laughing

When I wonder

about the children

unborn

I miss you

It is strange

to feel this way about

an organ

That is likely

sitting in a jar

on a shelf

forgotten by everyone

but me.

Lori Wiens MacDonald. Copyright March 2010

And another thing...

Yes, it is the second post in one day! No, the world is not coming to an end... well, yes it is, but not because of me... that is another story.

Just wanted to add that I have had another poem published. You can read it in on the last page of the January issue here www.adventistmessenger.ca.

Happy Thursday!

Gearing Up for NaPoWriMo 2010

In 2009, I tried (again) to do NaNoWriMo, but failed miserably. I got about 25,000 words and stalled. AGAIN. I don't seem to be able to keep the steam rolling for a novel. I have ideas, I have plotlines, but I don't seem to be able to create characters I care about that are more than two dimensional. Maybe someday...

BUT a whole month of writing a poem a day? Maybe that is something I can do. I know it will be challenging, but a fun sort. So I am starting to make a list of prompts that I like for each day of April to help keep the juices flowing. I have some... but would LOVE to have more. If you know of a good place to find them, please comment!

Anyhow, my goal is post the poems here -- good or bad, finished or unfinished. So, we will see what happens.

Happy writing all.