Missing Letter Mondays – No “W”

One Day to NaNo

It’s one day to NaNo!
(I can’t say the full name.  Not today.)
It’s one day to NaNo:
Happy All Saint’s Day Eve!
(I can’t use the regular version.  Not today.)

Are you gonna do NaNo, too?
Plotter or pantser?
I’m a planster, myself.
I plan some,
And fly the rest by the seat of my pants.
Or the seat of my pajamas.
(I often type in bed.)

I keep trying to dedicate novels
— Or other bits of fiction —
To things I’m clueless about.

I need to stop doing that.

(So I say, but this year’s is no different.
A rock star discovers he’s got a seven year old son
He never heard about before,
And then his boyfriend the reporter gets offered a better job,
In distant London (in his native land)
And the fledgling family moves across the sea.
And later still, they have another kid,
So the reporter can pass on his genes, too.
Because NaNo.  I guess.)

Rambled long enough,
I guess.

(Yeah, my fiction’s like this, too.)

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Missing Letter Mondays – No “T” (Repeat)

Romans

Romulus and Remus,
Sons of Mars…or somebody…
Mama wolf should have devoured ‘em.
(For everyone else’s sake.)
Lucrecia should have killed her aggressor,
In place of herself.
(Maybe I’m excessively modern?)
Scipio Africanus…
Uh…dunno…
Hannibal rued coming across him.
(Hannibal was basically Phoenician, you know.)
Gracchi received a bum deal,
As well as vicious murders
From a “noble” mob.
(Plebeians’ heroes deserved finer!)
Julius Caesar…
Surprisingly likeable, all considered.
(His nephew much less so.)
Cicero?
Dislike is all I have.
(A whole class of boring speeches. “Dislike” is mild.)
Lucius Licinius Lucullus
A name of all “L”s! How fun!
(He enjoyed having his own fun…)
Marcus Aurelius,
Revered as a wise emperor, even now.
(His son? Ack. Simply “ack.”)
Hadrian made a fine wall.
(You know, in England.)
Julian, unfashionably pagan.
Horrible pogroms.
(Less horrible scrolls of philosophy.)

Who could miss Romans?
(Seemingly many.)

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(Original 10/12/15)

Missing Letter Mondays – No “O”

Fanfic

Sadly,
It has taken charge in my brain
After all.
I lack any strength,
Can’t prevent further abuse.

It’s fun, naturally.
Sexy guys,
Dancing in my head,
At a tune that is in my imagining.
Maybe…
A bit lacking depth.
(Me and what I’m writing.)

But…
Everything else I write
Lacks depth as well,
Thus what’s the difference?
(Except these guys have
Real faces.)

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Missing Letter Mondays – No “N”

That 1984 Closet

A bloke of the Big Apple
(Though actually from MI)
Shoves his closet
Full of all the stuff
His feels his date might judge him for.

Two weeks later,
His lover mistakes the hall closet
For the bedroom closet
As bed sheets are sought.
The flood is released.
(The flood of crap.)

Rackets,
Balls of every sort,
Umbrellas
(Both practical & silly, repaired & ripped),
A week’s worth of dirty clothes
(Two weeks old, what a smell!),
Several pairs of ladies’ drawers,
A throw rug,
Old books that were put through a hard life
(Paperbacks all, some thrillers, some philosophy),
The Atari 2600 & about a score of games,
Ugly pillows & crocheted throws
(Gifts from girls he had hardly met;
Though his celebrity faded by the mid-’80s,
He was quite the rock star of the ’70s),
Loose Christmas decor from years past.

All cluttered about the floor
With 1 dazed lover.
Dazed, but amused.

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That took place the other day as part of my fic.  Thought it might switch over to this format well.

Missing Letter Mondays – No “K”

8 + 8 = 16

It’s not Pi day.
It’s not as cool as 1/2/03
Or 10/11/12 or 11/12/13.
But 8/8/16 is sorta fun, too.
And it’s the same in Europe as here in the US
(As opposed to those others, which become 2/1/03 and 11/10/12 and so on)
Unless they put the year first…
…but 16/8/8 would also be cool, so that’s all right.

(And yes, I had nothing else to post about today.
I spent the last three days moving stuff around at the museum,
And getting inventory stored away to be moved to the gift shop at the new wing.
Doesn’t give me much to say.)

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Missing Letter Monday – No “F”

My July 4th

4 days in,
My soul belongs to CampNaNo…
…apparently.
Can’t really think about much else.
(Which is disturbing.
Given my subject matter.
And today being Independence Day.)

To celebrate,
I spent several hours writing this morning.

Um, I mean,
I went to my parents’ place,
To have lunch and a movie.
Lunch was hot dogs
(And hamburgers ’cause the guys
Actually like them (Yuck!))
And carrots, and pears, and potato chips,
And loose-plain-lettuce-that-we-called-salad-anyway.
With apple pie as dessert.
(Naturally.)

Then a DVD.
We watched Captain America.
The other option was The Rocketeer.
Um, when did Independence Day
Become a World War II thing?
Did I miss a meeting?
(Though I’m not really in the mood
To watch 1776 today,
So I shouldn’t complain.)

Now I’m gonna write again.
Until my digits expire due to overuse…
…or I get the leads into bed together.
Whichever comes 1st.

…

Hmm…

Okay, this is long enough!

I’m gonna get back to writing!

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(Also, my period arrived today.  Like a week early.  Because the universe hates me.  Or to make sure I don’t go overboard and actually try to describe the sex.  Whichever.  Maybe both.)

Missing Letter Mondays – No “E”

“Why, man, why?”

Why did I allow him to play that clip?
It was just fun,
Such was his claim.

A bit from upcoming Biohazard 7,
With panicky narration by Krillin.
(Krilin?  Dunno…)
Shoulda just got a good laugh.

But…things.
Attacking out of dark rooms.
Silly, phony things, yup.
But things.
With lotsa blood,
And grunts,
And icky, icky bugs,
And dangly disturbing stuff,
And trash of body parts,
And….things.

Okay, it wasn’t that bad.
Okay, it was just mid-poly CG.
Okay, it was his brightly lit living room,
And tidy digs.

But my pad isn’t so tidy.
Or so brightly lit.
Or still of sound.

It wasn’t gonna bug this gal.
I wasn’t gonna allow that.
I put in a loud, fun DVD,
With hot guys and rock’n’roll.

But DVDs don’t last all night,
And hot guys go back to 1998,
And in solitary gloom…
…what if things attack?!

I had to stay lit,
Partially waking,
Until sun-up.

Why, man, why?
Why did I allow you to play that thing?

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Yup, I am a coward.

Missing Letter Mondays – No “D”

Listless

My house mostly no longer stinks.
(It’s just a hint in the hallway now.)
But I’m listless now.
I’ve been off-line for a week.
(38 posts to check out!)
It’s going to be onerous,
Trying to resume on-line life.

I may start posting excerpts,
From my current Work-In-Progress.
It’s been going more slowly,
Because of the excessive heat
(The problem of having only a laptop)
But I feel like some of it’s fun,
Maybe even worthwhile.
(Only maybe, though.
It must not be forgotten that I suck.)

This heat is the biggest issue, though.
My AC is…well, not broken.
It runs.  It runs just fine.
(Much better than the neighbors’!)
But it has this thing going on.
If I run it too long,
Water seeps through the vent,
Soaks the filter,
Softens it,
Until the filter is a knot
Halfway into the furnace.
But I can’t call for a repair.
Not right now.
So I have to let it got hot in here,
Saving the AC for short bursts.
I have ceiling fans, but…
They only go so far.

Writing is mostly out,
Gaming is having trouble keeping my attention.

I can’t help it.

I’m just listless.

(Also, I seem to obsess about sex more than usual in the past week…)

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Forget the format:  this is a genuine report on my current situation.

Missing Letter Mondays – No “C”

“Almost Normal”

It’s getting almost to where it was.
The smell is fading.
(Though it’s definitely still here.)
The air fresheners smell worse now than the dead rodent.
(How do I always end up with air fresheners that make me nauseous?)
Maybe tomorrow I’ll be able to shut the windows.
Maybe tomorrow I’ll finally be able to turn the air on.

Oh…I’d like that.
I’d really like that.
(It’s so hot in here.)

Naturally, the smell–
Or what’s left of it–
Is still the reason this post is late.

(Like I’m always on time…)

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Missing Letter Monday – No “A”

RPG

Celes strikes the evil clown,
While Locke pointlessly picks his pocket.
Relm & the esper burn him with powerful spells,
Mog pokes with his pike,
Setzer, & the rest do their bit.

Tir weeps for Gremio,
Then for poor Ted.
Viktor destroys Neclord.
(Yet he’ll rise once more for the sequel!)
Flik becomes furious over his lost love
& over pretty much everything else.
(Quite the temper he’s got!)

Crono hits Ozzie with lightning,
The princess shoots him with her crossbow
While the inventor girl uses her gun.
Even Ozzie’s old boss gets in on the fight,
Though Frog’s still not sure it’s good to let him live.
Robo’s rocket punch sends the green goon flying,
Into the club of the prehistoric femme.

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