Life in Waiting

He was hungry,

He always seemed hungry.

But what was he to do?

His job was minimum wage,

He had rent and a car payment.

What was left for food?

So he’d plan his meals

To be no more than $5 apiece.

He walked when he could

And never went out.

Some might call him a recluse.

But he was only frugal

With his money and time,

Waiting for the day

His big break would come.

When his book would appear

In book shop windows.


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – frugal

Dreams

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She reached across her desk to pick up the piece of paper she had just placed there not more than five minutes ago.  She began to read it again, for about the tenth time.  She was finally going to do it.  She had been working on a short novel for nearly two years and she finally was going to put it out there to be judged by different publishing companies.

She held the cover letter in her hands and deciding it was okay, she placed it on top of her manuscript and sealed the envelope.  It was now or never.

 

(100 words)

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – paper

Looking For An Audience

She sat in front of her computer.  Typing another random blog that only a few would see. She had checked her stats when she first logged on but only saw the same 34 bloggers that were following her.  She had to do something to grow her audience, but what?  She was just a simple writer, poems and blogs about her life; she toyed with the idea of short stories but was not convinced she could do it.  Then someone mentioned a daily prompt she could write for.  She began to do so and as they say, the rest is history.

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – stats

A to Z Challenge – Writer

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W is for writer

This letter was kind of a no-brainer.  I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t write.  I wouldn’t put words out there if I didn’t want them read.  So I am a writer.  Now I would LOVE to be a paid writer some day, but for now I am happy that I can connect with one or two people here with my blog.

I have been writing poems off and on since I was in junior high school.  I have always found it somewhat therapeutic to get the sad, mad or glad feelings out on paper… especially the sad ones.  If not the thoughts just fester and it is no good for anyone.

My dream would be to have a book of poems with some pictures I have taken.  But I am too unsure of my writing to take the plunge and put my words up for criticism.  The blogging community has been so kind to me I feel really comfortable here.  I am a writer.  Come read with me.

 

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And Now For Something Completely Different… (FOWC)

You yelled
I cried
You laughed
I tried
You asked
I lied
You left
I died…

(Life is not succinct
it is full of greys and difficult answers
there is so much more than meets the eye
this story can be filled in
with good or bad twists
the control is with the reader
for the writer already knows)

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – succinct