Mute (an acrostic poem)

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Mime time! was her catchphrase

Useless though since she wasn’t allowed to talk

That and she didn’t have the skills yet to pantomime it well

Eventually, one day, she would achieve master-level status and silently scream in triumph!

Pastry (an acrostic poem)

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Perfect doughnuts penetrated my persnickety consciousness

All demanding my devotion to their deliciousness

So I complied, completely cashing out with my confections

Taking titillating bite after bite to toast my triumph

Realize that these rare respites from my diet restrictions

Yields too many yummy yeast infused carbs for my blood sugar

Impossible (an acrostic poem)

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It might look like things are at their darkest.

Makes picking up your burdens and trying again seems pointless.

Perhaps even preposterous.

Oh, don’t lose faith in yourself.

So many things are doable once you put your mind to it.

Strive to find little successes and chain them in a row.

It matters seeing those breadcrumbs of progress.

Believe that you can climb out of the dark depths.

Lift yourself one bit at a time.

Eventually you will feel the sun of triumph on your face.

What is Failure?

So I have fallen behind in my NaNoWriMo count.  I didn’t get to work on it yesterday, and today I was frantic because of other commitments and only did 400 words or so today.  Now I can consider this a failure, or I can look at the positive that I was able to outline the middle portion of my novel, or act two in script speak.  Actually it is the later half of act two.  I knew where my protagonist needed to go, but I was having troubles getting him there.  I worked on it for a good couple of hours and solved most of the major plot points to get him from where he is now to where he needs to go to get to acts three.  So I ask again, was it a failure to not meet the word quota, or was it a success that I have a good direction to head out tomorrow?  I claim it is unknown until I start writing more this week.  If I can chip away at the word count I am behind, then it is worth it.  If not, then it was a failure.  Failure is always an option, but I am hoping with this stutter step and some better outlining I can build on it into a triumph, but that is for future me to decide.

 

ps Can you tell I’m writing this after 1 am local time?  Yeah, I am tired.  🙂