One-Liner Wednesday – #1LinerWeds

“Wishing your life away isn’t the way, living it is.” – Ritu

For Linda’s #1LinerWeds Challenge.

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Colleen’s Weekly #Tanka Challenge #108 – Afraid & Grave #MicroPoetry #Etheree

Colleen’s tanka challenge, as always includes the premise that only synonyms for the prompt words must be used…

This week, the words were;

Afraid & Grave

Fear, Buried, Horror, Scared, Stress

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Scared
Fear of
Burial
Trapped underground
Whilst I’m still breathing
Unable to get out
My cries falling on deaf ears
Will I ever see light again?
Pounding the walls of my confinement
Knowing I’ll never get a chance to live…

Ritu 2018

https://colleenchesebro.com/2018/10/30/colleens-weekly-tanka-tuesday-poetry-challenge-no-108-afraid-grave-synonymsonly/

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Seasons Of Life Change #Poetry

Feeling poetical…

We talk about life like seasons
Those different stages of life
The spring being our childhood
Summer, settled with husband or wife
Autumn comes bringing changes
Then winter creeps up on us all
It’s in our hands, our legacy
Do we leave smiles or tears that will fall?

But recently the seasons
Have not conformed too well
The fresh spring being frozen
The summer a fiery hell
And autumn, well thats still a muddle
Sometimes cold, sometimes hot
But winter merges within it too
Do we need woollies or not?

And so it seems life is following
A pattern just as confused
Our childhoods seem to be shortening
It’s hard to keep kids amused
Adulthood creeps up on us quickly
Responsibilities turning up heat
Some live a life of luxury
Others scamble for food to eat

Midlife crises and changes
Creep upon us before we know
Even our ladygardens showing
Early sprinkles of ‘snow’!
And the winter, oh the winter
Lasts longer than before
Longer lives, better health, more resources
A blessing or a chore?

Life is not meant to be simple
Not always going to plan
And so we should remember
To take opportunity where we can
Do all the things you want to
Work, write, travel, cook, dance, sing
Don’t let your winter arrive
Having not done anything

Ritu 2018

Siblings, Friends, Brother, Sister, Life

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RonovanWrites #Weekly #Tanka #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #225 Strike & Hunger

Lovely Ron with his Haiku Challenge prompt words this week:

Strike & Hunger

Frost, Nature, Winter, Snow, Ice, Detail

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Cold strikes blades of grass
They hunger for rays of sun
To warm their chilled core

Ritu 2018

Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge Image 2016

https://ronovanwrites.com/2018/10/29/ronovanwrites-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-225-strikehunger/

Cake Book #MondayBlogs #AmWriting

Sorry, no, this is nothing about cookery books, but there are many references to baking, so please, read on!
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Just the other day I read a post by one of my favourite blonde writers, Lucy of Blonde Write More fame. Have you read any of her work? She is a brilliantly funny blogger, who writes great pieces on the ups and downs of writing. She has a hugely popular fictional serial going into its third series about Roxy Collins, a hapless single mum who is just desperate for love. You know you wanna check her blog out… here!

Lucy Mitchell

Gorgeous, isn’t she? And extremely talented too!

Anyway, she wrote a post likening writing a book to baking a cake, and it struck a chord.

She made me think of my own WIP, highly anticipated by a few of you who have been following my writing journey, and actually, Lucy has read the whole of my first draft and given me some fantastic feedback, along with His Geoffleship, pictured with us two below at the 2018 Annual Bloggers Bash!

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Lucy, Me and His Geoffleship – Two trusted opinions…

Anywho, her post about writing and cakes made me wonder about the words I had been baking writing over the last few years.

I think there have been many shorts, rather like literary cupcakes, small morsels that satisfy that little reading hunger. Of course, there have been a few that sunk, relegated to the writing file, never to be published (but not thrown away – never throw your words away, you don’t know when that strange idea of yours could be woven into another piece!)

My poetry book was like a tray of cupcakes. A variety of flavours, hopefully, something for all in the selection, and for those poetry gluttons, well, they just devoured the whole box book.

Oh, you haven’t read it yet? Well, if you fancy a little five star read… you can click on the link below to peruse and perhaps, purchase it?
mybook.to/poeticrituals
Shameless plug, I know, sorry… but that’s what us indies have to do!

And my WIP? My first draft, slowly being reread and rewritten? What kind of cake is that one?

Considering its age, I decided it was more of a fruitcake. It’s taken a long time to get this far. It’s not teenaged any more, it is a fully fledged adult, waiting to be released into the public, to gain its own independence!

But, like any good fruitcake, it’s needed the time for all the ingredients elements to mature. Every time I have revisited it, it is like adding another soaking of alcohol to the bake, and hopefully, all the waiting will produce something moist juicy to read, packing a punch with its storyline and characters!

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The submitting it to a competition didn’t work, but that doesn’t worry me. I need to do this set of tweaks, then I am contacting agents. I have faith in myself. If they don’t nibble the crumbs I toss them, I’ll 100% go indie.

So, for those of you who are interested, here is the first version of the possible blurb, for my baby, tentatively named Wedded Stress  Marriage Unarranged!

Aashi’s life was all set.
Or so she thought.
After finding out her fiancé was not the man she thought, she vows to put him, and her innocence behind her.
Accompanied by her brothers and best friend, she embarks upon an enlightening journey, where memories created and new relationships forged, have far-reaching effects.

So… are you intrigued?

It’s set in 2000, in the Indian suburbs of Birmingham, UK – Yes Indian, because every city here seems to have a mini India where the Indians seem to congregate!
Spread between Birmingham and India too actually.
It’s a story of a British born Indian girl, Aashi, and her family, as they come to terms with her broken engagement.
There’s love, lust, humour, and a little bit of seriousness too…

One way or another, this cake will get eaten!!! (Or this book will get read… you know what I mean!) Just need the last bit of soaking editing, then we can begin the icing cover and blurb!

#AmWriting new

Tell me, is it a cake you might be tempted to sample?

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