Tweet...after a hiatus to recover myself from my personal issues, I am back. I had embarked on some short tales and working on one new tale on the Heroes Seven with some new characters. It's at 5,000 words and climbing with a target time frame of one month to complete.
It's has been a journey to write once more. I found my ideas moving in the head and then it fades just when I was to write....maybe two hundred words or less before I stopped. It was until recently with most of my personal issues resolved or placed in the sealed container, I embarked on a visit to my old site where I partake in short writings and some poetry and reading other writes and commenting on them ... and then I found myself back at it.
On the poems, I am no Yeats more of a romantic poet. I did write poems when in High School some decades ago, with three notebooks filled with the young stuff ( no sticky pages though ) and some rather poetic ones ( I wondered what inspired me to write those ). I found the old books in the drawers in the cupboard marked 'not be open'. I had some time so I began reading. It was a laugh to see how I was thinking then; the days when I was 'Romeo' among the girls but little did I knew then, Romeo died in the end.
Well, the Romeo in me is dead now while I am still here, minus the strength to pursue any new ladies into my life. The other day, I was looking (a selective word here ) at a lady half my age; good looking and sexy ( they all are at that age ) when she caught me staring. She looked at me with the 'why are you staring?' expression. I approached and then explained to her.
"Pardon me, you are good looking. I am not looking for a mate but more of a suitable daughter in law. You should meet my son." Well, she did not slap me then but smiled. I have to be honest, in my current package, I am passed the era of being Romeo. Her companion looks good too; must be the mother.
Back to reality, a more easy life would be my current mood. And writing stuff added to the fun.
Cheers
Creative writing is more of a compulsion to engage with yourself in a world of words, ideas, imagery. There are moments of hot exultation or prickly exasperated yet victorious expostulation when at last comes the right word, the rhyme that works or can yield surprise and pleasure. Thank you for sharing my engagement into those words. .
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