I'm nearly finished with all the journal features I owe various people. Next I get to work on critiques.
Slowly but surely working my way through the prize list just in time to announce another one!
My birthday is coming up in November. I've hosted a literature contest for it every year for the last 6 (soon to be 7) years. This year, I decided to twist up the theme a little bit.
I'm not going to give out any spoilers on it, but suffice to say that you've not seen a contest like this from me ever before.
With that in mind, I'm starting to gather prize donations already. You can see what other (absolutely amazing) people have already donated here: liliwrites.deviantart.com/jour…
I'm already psyched over that prize list.
If you'd like to be awesome and add to it, just leave a comment on that poll or donate to the widget on my profile. Any left over points will be donated directly to dAWishingWell
so they can go on spreading love around dA.
In group news, the newest feature for BeACritic
! Get a look at that blog here: BeACritic: HecticHarmony
It was my first time posting a feature for the group, and I goofed some stuff up. But that's what new people do!
You should also get your mouse over to chromeantennae
's page to check out his Beauty In Raw Humanity - The Self Image Project
. Way awesome stuff in that journal. I've been working on my piece for it for about a week. I'm breaking tradition and going with a prose-poem instead of a straight up poem. Hopefully Ricky will forgive me for being a rebel.
School officially commenced again. Business Communications is the big course and so far it is the easiest course I've ever taken in my life. I'm literally just typing up emails for various situations for most of my assignments. The only thing I'm having trouble with is getting Proquest to work, but I'm honestly not that worried about it with these easy courses.
Work is still going pretty well. I'm still a total newb with lots to learn, but I've already told my supervisor that I'm interested in being a trainer for the company. I think I'd do better teaching people how to be awesome. Much more fun and easier than having to be the one being awesome. Although today I wrapped up my day by talking to a brand new daddy. He had his son with him, about 1 month old, and that baby was just cooing away. I about melted into a puddle of awws and here-have-all-the-credits. Devilishly good tactic, that! Better than puppies.
Otherwise it has just been married bliss. We had a date (finally) the other day. Went and saw Gone Girl (completely overrated, but Ben is seriously bulked up for Batman already) and we visited this neat little restaurant next to the theater that has the most delicious pizza ever. And sold cheap growlers of amazing beer, which we had hoped would make stomaching the latest Doctor Who episode bearable. Seriously, I had such high hopes for Capaldi's version of The Doctor, but ergh. Moffatt is just completely murdering everything I used to love about the show. We couldn't even finish the whole of the last episode. /rant
At least The Walking Dead has not disappointed.
I won't give away any spoilers, but OHMYGOSH. If you've seen the first episode of the new season, feel free to gush with me in the comments.
On the reading front, I've started re-reading all of the Harry Potter books. Probably been about 5 years since I did it. And no, I totally was not inspired by your rant about Harry being a whiny teenager the whole time, AspiredWriter
. Definitely am not looking for ways to prove you wrong about that. Nope. Certainly not.
Also on the fence about JKR's recent reveal of new Wizarding World based movies. I just dunno if this is gonna be one very dead horse to beat. Might start stinking a bit. What do other Potterheads out there think of it?
Advice to NereidaYou can not save the ocean from drowning, he told me, because it is always drowning. Irrevocably. It's something you can't change, nor do you try to. He explained that there are some things you don't try to change about yourself, but there are other things you rip from the base of your spine. You place love in between vertebrae because a good foundation is everything and nothing is stronger than the love for your daughter. You take out small-mindedness and remember that every opportunity is like a flower, dormant until the sunshine entices it open.
There is so much of you in her, he says: her smile when she brings you wildflowers, her hair when it's tangled from a sea breeze, and most of all when she presses her head against you and whispers 'Mommy, I love you." She will have your passion for knowledge and your taste for all things sweet. She will learn that there is such a thing as too much and you will be there when her heart breaks for the umpteenth time.
Later, he would say that I
the taste of dried fruitThink that you know the metre of her
the breakwaters of her ribs
and the low tide of skin
reaching between her legs.
Forget that she loves to sing
and that she will.
That she does, in fact, enjoy the taste of dried fruit;
that she dresses like a gypsy princess
and has never put up with any of your shit.
Certainly, she holds a kind of hunger
in her eyes,
but you can only imagine the damage you could do
a thin girl
as beautiful as a wing.
Some Violence Required Light glinting off metal was Johanna Spenser’s first glimpse of the cage. It sat in the middle of what used to be a library beneath a broken skylight. Dust motes floated in the air as the afternoon sun washed the room with heat and hazy light.
Johanna stepped closer, out of the glare. When her eyes had adjusted she saw him. Rushing forward she dropped to her knees. “Kai! Kai, can you hear me?”
Kai lay unmoving on the floor of the cage, his skin an alarming shade of gray, veins showing stark beneath. He’d been shot multiple times and his shirt was soaked with blood. Some of the ragged wounds were still oozing blood.
Johanna’s skin turned to ice. The world grayed at the edges for a moment or two. How long had he been like this? Was she in time? She had to get him out of the sun.
Opening her backpack, she took out her tools and got to work on th
SalatShe rotates gracefully.
Today, she practices prayer behind the pillars
near the stairwell of the student commons.
Yesterday she could be seen in A building
by the rec room quiet and alone; content.
Monday I saw her situated near C building,
where I assume she has been studying art.
She rotates because it is salat; Muslim prayer.
When she prays her hijab falls over her face
in small folds, silent folds, worrying folds.
I’ve never seen her hair do the same.
But I push my bangs out of my eyesight,
cursing their constant presence and yet
adapt to my poorly-cut lengthy male strands
and pilgrim on by the makeshift masjid
in the student commons at the college.
I’ve never seen her.
I’ve never seen her rotate gracefully for me,
like an American woman would for a man:
“How does this look? Do you like it?”
She is not seeking validation; rather,
she rotates for herself so she doesn’t
hear the grin of the atypical American male: