An Excerpt

 

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Shocking!

So, back in 2011, I wrote an awful book for NaNoWriMo. The storyline is intriguing – it is about a hooker who meets her long-lost father in an unconventional way. But my point of view was all over the place and after an editor ripped it to shreds (which they should have done literally) I put it on the back burner as a lesson in writing reality.  I then wrote another book adhering to points of view. That one got really violent and though the idea was different in how everything happened, it was about zombies. *yawn* I feel at this point the zombie thing has been done so many ways, I do not have the creative capacity to put a unique spin on it without taking it to an absurdly dark level.

 

So, here is my excerpt from the hooker book:

“So, I was with my best client last night.  And he told me some really messed up shit.  I am thinking I should charge extra for confessions or something.  I got so much garbage in my head from tricks and their weeping woes,” Celeste said as she took a sip of coffee and pulled apart the croissant.
Cali nodded.  “Same.  I feel like, dude, just let me get your disgusting ass off so I can get the hell out of here.”
Celeste laughed. “Cali, I have this client, old enough to be my Pops.  And he told me about his daughter he never met and blah blah blah.  But what got me was when he described the girl’s mother.  I swear, he described my mother.”
 “C’mon. That’s nuts! “Cali said with a tinge of shock in her voice. “Your father is probably some two-bit junkie down at 18th and Walnut panhandling with some bullshit, lying-ass sign about being a Vet.”
“Yeah, I always thought that.  Or picture him in prison or dead even.  But my mom is total trash.  We both know that.  How was she able to take care of me all those years?”
Cali shifted in her seat.  “I don’t know, honey.  I am sure there is an explanation.  There always is.”  She looked at her watch. “Honey, I have to go.”  Cali made a sad face.
Celeste’s heart sank.  She always hated when Cali left.
“You can’t stay?” Celeste asked.
“No, sugar.  But we’ll get together soon.  Promise.”

I like to go over my old manuscripts sometime just to see how far I have come with my writing. The book I wrote after this one is better and the one I am finalizing now is better than anything I have written. There are some crazy and funny parts in this book here, but honestly, it is so bad that I couldn’t in good conscience send it to another editor without first breaking it all the way down to the first draft again.

It might shock some people that good writers could write absurdly crappy crap, but that is how we get better. We right utter garbage and rewrite it and then rewrite some more. Any best-selling author today has written their fair share of tree-wasting prose.

So, don’t fret about your first draft. It is the first draft for a reason…

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Forlorn and Reborn

 

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Inhale

I can’t imagine ever

Feeling like an afterthought

To sit and wait for the tide to roll in

Timing breath with waves

Watching the sun set and rise

Rise and set

Trees live and die; motionless yet breathing

And here I pause

Forlorn and reborn

I gave from my being

You faded with a season

I watch the sand stream

Through my wrinkled fingers

My thoughts drift

Life without you

Monotonous; I smile

Exhale

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/forlorn/

forlorn

 

Torn

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The paper was torn

By the tree with warm delight

Just what I wanted!

I am always worried I won’t be able to get everyone something for Christmas… everyone tells me not to worry about it. It’s being with family that is most important, and that is true. But I still love to see people open gifts on Christmas morning!

This year I was torn between splurging on my family and keeping it reasonable so I can pay down some of my debt. I opted for the latter and got everyone something modest so I can still pay some of my bills. I think the phrase for this is being a responsible adult.

I never thought that day would come for me!

Everyone have a lovely weekend and be safe out there… lotsa crazies!

via Daily Prompt: Torn

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The Zoo

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Once upon a time

When I was quite little

My mother took me to the zoo

Among bark, cold and brittle

We had to bundle up

For the air was quite chilly

We were off on an adventure

None of this seemed silly

The parking lot was packed with cars

As people filed through the turnstile

When I made it to the other side

My face and eyes did smile

There were critters everywhere

Some furry and big; some scaly and small

I stopped and stood for a time

When I approached the best one of all

I noticed it lying in the brush

Its fur was spotted in many spots

I heard it meow instead of roar

It was a beautiful ocelot.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/zoo/

Zoo

The Hawk in the Woods

Surreal. Let’s talk about that.

My life was surreal until about five years ago when I finally met someone on the same frequency as me in any aspect of my thinking. Is there anything more refreshing than meeting someone who ‘gets us’ in any way? I don’t think so.

 

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Back to my story.

2007 was coming to a close and I had recently started my new job. Money was tight and like an elf without toy making tools, I was worried about Christmas. To be blunt, I needed money. And I had an idea on how to get it: win it in a radio contest.

All I had to do was submit my name and a time and the radio station would do the rest. I just had to listen for my name to float across the airwaves in the DJ’s voice, call up, say I was me and voila… a guaranteed $100 with the potential for $500.

I walked in the park a lot on my lunch and this one day was no different, except that, I had a feeling. Sometimes when I get feelings, I talk to animals. And sometimes they talk back. I never told people this because people tend to not accept anything further than their own reality.

In essence, people would call me batshit crazy. But I do get feelings and for some reason, even to this day, ignore them. Nothing ever goes well when I ignore my feelings – intuition I guess it is.

I was walking in the park and thinking about that money and how much it would help me. As I walked I saw something pretty fascinating.

I saw a red tail hawk in a tree. Not ON a tree where they often are. But in a tree on a midlevel branch. Winter approached and most of the leaves were dead on the ground much like I felt my life was at that moment.

I looked at that hawk. He looked at me. I thought, ‘They’re going to call my name, aren’t they?” A voice said, “Yes.” I thought, “I’m not going to hear it am I?” A voice said, “No.”

If you’re still reading, this is an insane exchange to the average person. Who the hell talks to hawks, and more importantly when the hell would a hawk ever talk to a human? That is another story for another time. I am deeply connected with nature, and particularly hawks. I walked for another ten minutes or so, and when I came back by the tree where the hawk was, it was empty. No hawk.

After my gathering with nature, I went back to work and as I did my tasks, listened to the great classic rock tunes pouring out of my internet radio. And then, the DJ said,

“Time to announce another name for the radio station payroll of one hundred dollars an hour! And that name is________________” 

Wait. What? I freaked. The station decided to buffer and cut out just as they said the name! They couldn’t have called me right? I mean that would be nuts. I even called the radio station and was going to ask if they called my name but when the DJ picked up, I chickened out and hung up the phone.

I kept listening (now that the radio station didn’t cut out magically) and the DJ said:
“Well, looks like Joe Smith is still on the payroll because Darlene Steelman didn’t report for work.”

WHAT?!?!?! The hawk was right?!

Oh. My. Freaking. Gawd.

I was devastated. Partly because I didn’t win money that could have helped me but more so because that was not the first time (nor would it be the last) in my life I didn’t listen to that voice. That voice has spoken to me over the years in various ways taking on various forms and that has only happened to me since I had my accident in 1996 when I lost oxygen and was dead for a good half hour. That’s a whole other story.

Oh, and by the way… that weekend I went and got a radio for the office because no way in hell was my opportunity to win money going to solely rest on the flakiness of internet radio and a message from a woodland raptor!

Have you ever second guess yourself and wish that you hadn’t?

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/surreal/

Substandard Lies

 

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© 2017 DAMSteelman

 

 

Your substandard lies

Got you snagged between the lines

Only the best shine

Don’t worry your head

You know, we all end up dead

Damn that blood and bread

Oh, your wretched soul

Martyrdom sure takes its toll

On your bleeding soul

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/substandard/