Angel

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A tired, old path
fighting the grass
Rainy day soot,
blackens the walls
Dry, wrinkled skin,
hides empty pews

The angel watches,
arching her wings
Lattice and lace,
dripping in white
Faith’s last bastion
drips from her face

 

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Photo: A street in Prague, Czech Republic, c.b.w. 2008
Words: c.b.w. 2014
Inspiration: The juxtaposition of an aging church and a beautiful piece of refurbished architecture. Can you spot the angel?

 

Favorite Thing Friday: Kleenex & Zicam

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The week started out so well, but on Tuesday a sore throat quickly turned into something worse. I was down for the count on Wednesday and ended up staying home from work on Thursday. This is one fast moving and miserable cold!

Hence, my eternal gratitude for a supply of aloe enriched kleenex and a bottle of Zicam.  My Season 2 DVD of Fringe also makes the list of favorite things this week, because it saved me from going completely nuts from boredom. I don’t like sitting around with nothing to do and re-watching this series at least makes me think!

Hopefully, the worst is over!

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What’s your favorite thing this week?

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c.b.w. 2014

Almost At The End

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It’s funny how the end can be just as nerve wracking as the beginning. I’m down to the last 35 pages of my edited manuscript and I’m starting to feel those knots in my stomach, again. I can’t believe I’m actually nervous about reading the end.

All I can think of is the three months it took me to write those last chapters. I’m talking hair-ripping out, gut wrenching, way too much coffee drinking evenings of trying to construct the perfect ending to my novel. This is the part of the story where I told the biggest “lies.” Already rewritten mythology delves even deeper into new canon and two major plot twists are supposed smack the reader right between the eyes. So many moving parts had to come together to make it all work. All I can wonder is whether I actually pulled it off with any sort of finesse.

Then, there’s the inevitable self-doubt questions. What if it isn’t good enough? What if there are too many holes in the story? What if it’s unfixable? Writers seemingly torture themselves with these questions endlessly, no matter how much they’ve accomplished!

Aside from typical writer neuroses, being this close to the end has me returning to the biggest question of all – Where are those missing 7,000 words and 23 pages? As I get so close to the end, I’m starting wonder if that’s where some major edits took place.  Those 7,000 words are either the result of a cumulative total of small changes throughout the story or they have disappeared because the ending got a major overhaul.

I keep hoping for the cumulative total option, but I’m also highly aware that the ending might have had a particularly bloody meeting with a red pen. Either way, procrastination and bowing down to nerves won’t bring me any closer to finding out the answer to my burning question.

Even though the knots are yanking at my stomach, my brain is busy reminding me that change has done my novel a world of good. If there are missing scenes at the end or a major chop job, I have to stay open to the idea that it might all be for the best.

As I gear up to read those last few chapters, the nervousness is balanced out quite nicely by excitement. Finishing this phase of the process brings me one step closer to my dream of seeing this story in print.

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p.s. Those of you who follow me on Facebook know I cheated and skipped ahead to the last page (before the epilogue) to see if my last line was still there. I figured I better own it here as well! And for the record, I’m beyond giddy that my last line remains in place. 🙂

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c.b.w. 2014