My Answer: Writing Prompt #1 Yourself

Writing Prompt:

You're a character in a book, describe yourself in third person - your physical appearance and personality.

            A girl with dark brown hair and pink glasses walked into the college cafeteria.  She gave the cafeteria worker  a small smile as she scanned her meal card.  She searched the large room, when she didn't see her friends she moved to look in the sunroom area, full of windows and tall tables and chairs.

            There she found her friends, her hands moved in a strange pattern called American Sign Language when she spotted them.  Her long fingers moved to formed what he didn't know. Her friends greeted her in return with hand movements of their own.

            She grin as she claimed a chair with her jacket.

            The grin disappeared when she entered the crowded food area in the back of the cafeteria, where he stood but her green-blue hidden behind her glasses looked to see who's there.  When she spied his group she crossed her arms and avoided his and his friends' eyes as she tried to decide what to eat.

            In long strides she headed in their direction, but she stared straight ahead as she passed them he watched her walk to the pizza stand.

            But then she grinned again as another friend greeted her, this one didn't use hand movements but talked to her.  She leaned close to hear. They're laughed. Her face changed as she no longer hid her emotions. 

 

Ok not sure this was the assignment but there's what I came up with.

Annie Laurie Gray

Writing Prompt #1 Yourself

As if you're a character in a book, describe yourself in 3rd person- your physical appearance and personality
And write it in 600 words or less.

If you uses this writing prompt please leave a comment with a link. I love to read what you wrote. I like to use a blog hop link but I'm still researching them.

Will be back later with what I wrote.

Countdown to Christmas: Mary (Not ruining it for you)

You may read that Mary does question the angel, much like Zachariah but it how she questioned the angel that make it different.  She's not talking back.  Zachariah wanted to know how will he know the angel's message will happen.  He wanted to use his knowledge.

Mary wanted to know how it's possible, but she's not relying on what she's knew. 

This young girl - an example of good faith but I want to say she's more.  She's obedient. "I am the Lord's servant," Mary answered "May it be to me as you have said."

Later her cousin Elizabeth said "Blessed is she who has believed that what the Lord has said to her will be accomplished."

I don't know about you but I find it hard to continually believe what the Lord told me will be accomplished sometimes.  Obedient to God is hard.

Don't take my word for it, try it.

But see I want to be obedient like Mary.

(I also want to sit at the feet of Jesus like the another Mary of the bible (Mary and Martha) and know what it truly important. [that for another post])

Anyway I want to be obedient.  Right now God's telling me to wait.  Not sure what I'm waiting for but to wait.  I want, in my quiet way, to rush ahead of God and find what I'm waiting for.

It could be any number of things...

But I know that I'm to believe, pray and seek out God while I wait.  Again here where Mary is obedient she goes to her cousin's house to wait.

Dear Lord Jesus,

I asked You to bless those who are waiting for an answer. To help those waiting to seek Your presence, for You to dwell in them.  To let them know they are loved and not alone.  You hear them and You are healing their brokenness as they wait.

In Your Holy Name, Lord Jesus, I pray, Amen!  

A servant of the Lord Jesus,

Annie Laurie

Poem: The Boy Who Tried

When I wrote this poem I didn't like anything I wrote for the last couple of days.  So when I sat down at my computer I decided not to have a pre-writing plan or plot in mind.  I prayed to God for Him to dwell in me and to help me write.
I wrote this poem which has never mention God.
Really I didn't plan to write this poem... I didn't even plan to write a poem.  I wrote this with the Lord's help.

  The Boy Who Tried

He doesn't understand why she looked so sad.  She wouldn't look at him, wouldn't smile but he wouldn't look or smile either.

He tried.

He has no regrets, he tried.

One day he talked to her.  It was only a greeting.  "How are you?"

"I'm good, how are you?" she answered, with eyes opened a little too wide. Shocked he talked to her he guessed.

He smiled and nodded his goodbye.

Something happened he should of it as he left.

He waited for her again over and over again at the coffee shop.

She showed up but they didn't talk but he's sure something happened.

He waited for the moment to come, the right moment.

The right moment came.

He waited for her, it's the night of the Christmas parade.

He watched her car drive by, she looking for someone he's sure it's him.

It's the right moment, he sure of it.

But she never showed up.

Maybe she's was looking for another guy, not him.

The Girl who  

She doesn't understand why he looked mad.

She get the feeling she ruined his plans.

One day she tried to talk to him.

No regrets she tried to talk to him.

She got his name, but she only gave her first name.

Something happened she had a feeling.

Over and over she went to the coffee shop hoping to see him.

They never talked....

She was not sure what was happening anymore.

One day she drove by the coffee shop she forgot about the Christmas parade.

She looked for him through the windows of the coffee shop.

He watched her with half a smile.

But she didn't find a parking place, got there too late.

Now he sit with another girl maybe she was wrong.

To break the silence between them.

By Annie Laurie Gray

Poem: Loud and Clear

I'm confuse when it comes to him
maybe I confused him too.
Keep thinking face the facts,
actions speak loud and clear,
but then actions are not crystal clear.

He didn't want to talk to me,
I know that now,
He whether catch the flu,
I promise not to come up and talk to him.

But still I wish he would talk to me,
just come up and talk to me....
By Annie Laurie Gray

Poem: Mountain, Dirt and Grime.

I don't remember every mountain I struggled to climb,
I guess they turned into bumps in the road,
not as big as I imagined but what about this time?
Can I make it over this mountain, go with the flow?

And what about you? What are you going through?
What mountain has left dirt and grime on you?

Poem: God Only You Know

God only You know all my thoughts,
God only You know how I truly feel.
God only You know if I'm truly scared,
God only You know how to bring joy back to my heart,
God only You know what I truly want,
God only You know the plans You have for me,
God only You matter.

Countdown to Christmas: Zachaniah

Zachaniah's head knowledge outweighed his faith.  He showed this when he talked back to the angel like a know it all teenager. He was a priest therefore trained but he and his wife are "righteous in the sight of God" (Luke 1:6 NIV), this tell of his faith.

 

Did Zachaniah show a lack of faith?

Or did he show another problem? One we see over and over again in the new testament and today?

His head knowledge outweighed his faith.

He gone far on this knowledge and he and his wife are "righteous in the sight of God." (Luke 1:6 NIV) I think this "righteous" confirm his faith.

 He talked back to the angel like a know it all teenager demonstrate his head ruled over his heart and faith. With the words “'How can I be sure of this? I am an old man and my wife is well along in years.'”  (Luke 1:18) According to the life experience and the rules of the world which everyone with good common sense know, a woman "well along in years" and never had a child, most likely not going to have a child.

But see Zechaniah asked the wrong question.  He asked "how can I be sure of this?"  The I is very important in this sentence.  He's saying with all the knowledge I have this is not possible.

I suffer from wanting to know the how, why, when and where, all the time with God and his plans for my life and his commands.

But see there's another way to ask for the how, why. when and where when it come to God and this plans.  And that I will post about in a later post when I write about Mary and her visit from the angel Gabriel.

Anyway....

Since Zachaniah need proof the angel take his voice away.

Have you ever notice how God works wonders in the quietness?

When we don't throw demands at God and let Him show us what best when we listen?

Zachanish needed to listen.

And since I'm writing this post I'm pretty sure God telling me I need to "be still" and listen and "Know (He) is God"  To stop telling Him what's I'm worried about, what I want, and what I think He should do."  Now there will be a time when I am I cried my heart to God and "talk" to him about what's on my mind, but I realize once I'm finish I need to sit back and let Him have his turn at "talking."

What is God telling you?

What do you think of Zachaniah?

NaNoWriMo Day 30 Leave A Mark

It's the last day of NaNoWriMo.
I thought I leave you with a video based on a children's book titled The Dot by Peter H. Reynolds.
I love this book in fact it's part of my small collection of chrildren's books.
It's about making your mark and I think it's a good story for every creative spirit out there.
And all the people who tried NaNoWriMo have left a mark of words somewhere no matter how small. Like my 6,0000 and something words.

Today's thoughts Salvation

Last night at the coffee club (where we meet to talk about biblical topics) the question or the thought was voiced, what's salvation?

At the time God didn't urge me to voice my option but now He's urging me to share.

The simple answer: Jesus.
Accept Jesus as Christ - the Savior of the world.

Matthew 7:7 keep running through my head.
"Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you"

Ask for Jesus to be in your life that day to guide you.
I once said I think God can create a better life then me. (I was trying to plan out my life and I was worried and I realized I was not trusting God. Still have a hard time trusting God and not making my own plans)

Seek his salvation, grace, and guidance everyday.

Knock on Jesus's door (pray) and see what happen.
Have you knock on Jesus's door today? Go ahead pound on that door with all your emotions even thanksgiving and joy, not just pain or anger.

So.... Salvation to me is Jesus and His Love. He did died on the cross to show that love.

What do you think is salvation?

A servant of Christ,
Annie Laurie

NaNoWriMo Day 27 "Rethink Possible

Only 4 more days counting today, before the end of NaNoWriMo and I nowhere near the goal line.
Yesterday I was watching tv and not paying any attention to the commercials when I heard the words rethink possible. It made me pause to think. Of course I wanted to know who's commercial you might already know... I ran the recorder back it's AT&T.
Here the thing with only a few days left of NaNoWriMo I need to rethink possible with my novel and finishing my novel and to wonder if it's what God want me to write this or is it me who wants me to write this story?
If I write this I need to think about what's possible.
This rethink possible could apply to life as well.
And God.
Nothing is impossible WITH GOD.
And I don't know about you but with Christmas coming I'm thinking more about God, Jesus. I can't help it every time I turn on the radio it's a Christmas song.
The song either about Jesus or Santa.
What are you thinking about this Christmas season?
What does the AT&T phase mean to you?

NaNoWriMo Day 23

Today I read Scott Westerfeld's pep talk for NaNoWriMo.
It's about how things are a lot messier then what we think.
And I realized for one that this apply to more then writing and plots and second my story is too simple.

Here the link to Scott Westerfeld's pep talk

I forgot that I'm writing about a family, not just the heroine and her grandmother.
Her grandmother is sick.  What are her children feeling and how are they showing those feeling.  I'm not telling the story from their point of view but its still going to be there, in how they act, and treat the other characters including the heroine.

When dealing with family as many people know from going through yesterday with their family, it's messy, can be very messy.  Its why we either love or hate Thanksgiving.  Yeah our family can drive us nuts or keep us sane.

Really need to remember that as I write this story, and a family that nuts and drive the heroine nuts make a more interesting story. Now I have more food for thoughts and more food then my fridge can hold thanks to good old Thanksgiving.

What are your thoughts?

Have a wonderful Christmas shopping season and happy writing,
Annie Laurie

Poem:

I doubt we're the same,
but we react the same,
I guess we're both strange,
so who going to take the chance and change?

If you thought I couldn't
hear, you're right I couldn't
But you could have said hi
And so could have I.

By Annie Laurie Gray

Poem: Thankful For Perfect Timing

Thankful for perfect timing,
my brother showed me a ultrasound,
announced you're going to be an aunt, his smile shining,
with wide eyes I'm astound.

But then astound grow to excitment,
finally new life, new joy to fill the void,
my mama's cheeks pink with delightment,
she going to be a grandmother - overjoyed.

All at once Thanksgiving week is thanks-filled,
instead of pain and dark-filled,
thanks God for my brother, sister-in-law, and baby,
I want laugh over and over - finally a baby!

by Annie Laurie

Today's Thoughts Made Up Messages

A few days ago (maybe a week ago) I thought a tweet was about me.
Then I saw a tweet about this song.  Carly Simon You're So Vain.
What a wake up call... I started laughing.
Dear Lord I repent and I'm thankful for forgiveness.
So here the song I feel is about me at the moment.



(by the way the song a few post ago was about you and I now feel funny about going to rivertown, as if you look at this blog.... talk about being vain.... 0_o)
I had fun wondering about what I now call the made up messages.
Annie Laurie

NaNoWriMo Day 16 Write Like

Write like this is the only chance you’ll ever get to tell your story. Write out of your comfort zone. Write to challenge and surprise yourself. Write like you have everything to prove, even when you don’t. Especially when you don’t. Write with heart. Write with passion. Write as often as you possibly can.

Jason Aaron 

I found this quote (on twitter I think) in December of last year when I felt I had to prove (to myself mostly) that I was meant to write. 

Jason Aaron is a comic book writer and from Alabama I think I'm more impress that he's a comic book writer from Alabama who made a name for himself, then anytime. 

Anyway...

What I ended up proving was:

I need to write.

I will write no matter what.

I have some writing skill.

I can make through the dreaded middle of the book.

I can make it to the words "the end"

More importantly if I'm meant to write I will write.

Praying before I start writing can't hurt, will help, really is a must.

This whole NaNoWriMo I have forgotten all of these things.

I need to pray or I'll end up staring at the blank white space wondering what to write. 

~Annie Laurie

Poem: Shyness

Shyness

Is my shyness a game?

I don't mean to play a game,

I lose my nerves, can't reclaim,

voice get stuck in throat is to blame.

Should I give you my number?'

Would you even call?

Even that I think I'd blunder,

after I greet you I feel silly and small.

Scared,

Do I dare?

Would you care?

NaNoWriMo Day 15 Mark Twain's Quote

"You cannot depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus" Mark Twain

The last few days I've felt my writing out of focus. When I open my laptop I end up staring at the blank white space of the word document.
I have written a little here and there in my notebook. But no where near the daily 1666 word goal for NanoWriMo.
I hate that I'm only posting about how I'm not writing...
I plan to have a good report tomorrow.

NaNoWriMo Day 12

Today I attended my first write in.  Turn out one of my friends was the one who suggested the coffee shop, I didn't even realized he wrote, but least that he was attempting NaNoWriMo too.

At 6,085 words so far.

No line from the novel tonight maybe another night.

~Annie Laurie

NaNoWriMo Day 10 (An hour late)

NaNoWriMo Day 10

I have been thinking a lot about crushes lately.  For one thing my main character in my story has a crush. 
Yes, it's now fiction no longer about me but there are elements basic on some things I went thougth last year. It's easier to write now that it's fiction and I'm not trying to recall memeries I don't really want to recall.
I wanted to write a romanic comdey but that didn't work out.  Not sure what it's going to turn in to.
I watched Definitely, Maybe a few weeks ago and the song "I've got a crush on you" keep running through my head as I write explain why my MC has a crush.   Also "Call me, Maybe" keep running through my head too but that for another post.

Here is "I've got a crush on you." with Will and Rachel from Definitely, Maybe. (by the way this song is on my NaNoWriMo novel play list)

NaNoWriMo Day 7

I didn't get any writing done today.

NaNoWriMo Day 6

This going to be a very short report of my NaNoWriMo journey.  I finally started turned my experiences with Gran into a fiction story.  With the decision to change the setting to home instead of S.C. And to blur the timeline a story started building in my head.
Good Luck to the rest of the Wrimos and happy writing

NaNoWriMo Day 5

For NaNoWriMo I'm still way behind barly wrote a word today.  My aunt ran over from Ga, to get a table out of Gran's house.  We had lunch, helped her and my uncle get the table and they left.

I'm thinking if I can just get my experinces story written, maybe I can use it as an outline for a fiction story.  Maybe I'll write the fiction story better but I got to write the real story first.  Like the Hemingway quote "There nothing to writing but to sit at the typewriter and bleed."

I think I have to find my emotions, my feelings, and find the voice (my voice) to write them.

In a way I found it in poetry, now I need to find it in prose.

All I know is it hurt to write, and when I "come out" of writing I am in  a daze. Also I notice I can't write it at home, alone in my room so I came to the coffee shop (full of people at the moment.) where there are people.

Here is a line from what I've written yesterday and today.
"The morning after this decision , in the small quiet eating area, all the business man and families have had their  free complimentary breakfast and come and gone. Natalie sat at one of the small white round drinking her sweet creamy coffee and picking small bits of a banana muffin, unaware that the decision had been made."

 

Poem: Do You Look For Me?

All last month I wrote a poem at day, and I miss that so I'm going to try to post a poem a week.  Here is this week's poem.

 

 

Do you look for me?

Wonder in what yellow bug I be?

Truly,

I look for you

wonder in what car,

you are.

 

by Annie Laurie Gray

 

What do you think?

Please comment.

NaNoWriMo Day 4

For NaNoWriMo I'm writing about my experiences after Gran's stokes, inspired by my poetry last month.  Turn out its hard to write but I'm going to keep going I just don't think I'm going to write 50,000 words this month.
Come Dec. 1 I'll have pages written I didn't have written Oct. 31.
Oh speaking of Dec. 1 and writing.
A friend of one of my aunts wrote a play making fun of my mama's family, it's titled Alabama Rain and it playing at UNA either Nov. 30 or Dec. 1.

NaNoWriMo Day 3

Yesterday I wrote about the ER visit after my grandmother had a stoke in our hotel room.  I wrote at the coffee shop, got a headache for my trouble.

  Today I tried to jump on into the book, to what I'm calling part 2, after Christmas and the New Year.
Writing about what happened to Gran is draining.

I'm still behind so far I wrote 1,855/5,000 (the NaNoWriMo's goal for today)

NaNoWriMo Day 2

Yesterday I started my NaNoWriMo novel. Working title is Proof of Life. I started with the night I watched my grandmother have a stoke in our hotal room in South Caralina. Only the two of us in the room at the the time, Mama had gone to pay the room bill since we planned to leave early the next morning.
(I would leave you a link but the server is very busy right now and the site's not coming up.)

We had buried one of my uncle-in-laws that morning. He never seemed like an uncle-in-law to me. He was onIe of the few people in my life I could talk to about God and say anything and he cared and listened. I miss him.

Yesterday I wrote about how the worst day of my life got even worst. Today I'm writing about the ER visit.

Here is the fist line of my story (could change after I edit it later) (BTW I named the charater based on me Natalie.)

"Over and over again it played in Natalie's mind like a bad western movie."

734/50,000 words

Annie Laurie

Day 31 Poem: Maybe (and what I've shared)

I've managed to write and share a poem with y'all everyday this month.  I ended up sharing more then I intended.
I shared my pain - my heart ache.
I shared my fears.
I shared a little bit of my hope.
I dared to share what I was thinking or feeling that day in a poem.

Here is my last poem.

Maybe

 

Wishful thinking, full of hope,

Maybe it's not wishful, maybe,

its the truth, it floats

around in my head, driving me crazy.

 

By Annie Laurie Gray

 

And here you will find the last post over at OctPoWriMo

 

And the last blog hop of October. 

Day 29 Poem: Gawky Annie Laurie

Today's poem prompt is to write about yourself as if you were writing about someone else. I don't think I really did this. I ended up making fun of myself. Which might be a good thing...

There is a poem out there title Annie Laurie by William Douglas and its also an old Scottish song. It's the song of old I'm preferring to in my poem. Again I'm making fun of myself not the poem or the song.

Gawky Annie Laurie (Me)

 

Gawky Annie Laurie, like the song of old,

But she's not waiting for love to return,

No, she's waiting for God to unfold,

life before her at every turn.

 

Gawky Annie Laurie like the song of old,

long and lanky, one friend said,

green-blue eyes to behold,

hide behind wired glasses and pumpernickel bread,

color hair

 

Gawky Annie Laurie like the song of old,

timid prayer warrior at church,

here is where she's bold,

she's wait for the Lord, perch.

 

Gawky Annie Laurie like the song of old

wish to break from the mold.

 

By Annie Laurie Gray

 

 

Here are The Corries singing Annie Laurie.

 

 

and here is the blog hop:

Day 30 Poem: My Today's Feelings

Today I find I can't write a whole poem so I wrote a few lines here and there. It's been a crazy day. so today's poem is titled "My Today's Feelings

My Today's Feelings

 

As the day flew by

I wondered can it get any worse?

 

Locked out of the house

Locked out of the car

Car keys locked inside the house

Cell phone locked inside car

 

By the end of the day

what do I wish had happen?

 

I can't say what I wish to say

I can't write what I wish to write.

 

 

Today's Thoughts Secrets

Since October is almost over and November is about to start I'm thinking a lot about writing and what I'm going to write for NaNoWriMo which is next month.
I came across a YouTube video with OneRepublic Secrets as the sound track. So I went looking for one of their video, which is below.

Here are the first few lines

I need another story
Something to get off my chest
My life gets kinda boring
Need something that I can confess
'Til all my sleeves are stained red
From all the truth that I've said

(Read more: ONEREPUBLIC - SECRETS LYRICS)

These lyrics express what I'm thinking about... OK the whole song.  When I write I want to convey my "secrets' not that I have any really BIG secrets.  What I think of as my secrets are my emotions.  I want to bleed on the pages so to speak and show emotions through the story.

Yesterday my story changed.  I planned to try to write a romantic comedy, not another dark drama.
Not sure if what I'm going to write will be a dark drama but it's not going to be a romantic comedy either.
The story in my head before I felt was an so-so story so I keep asking what can I do to change it.  The answer came yesterday. 

I hope to have some funny moments in this story.  Goodness know I need it.

In my story all I know is there is a girl but not sure she's getting a love story yet.  The story is about human relationships.

And here is OneRepublic Secrets

Day 28 Poem: Life Talks

Today's poem prompt was to take a quote from the blog post and write a poem.  Here is the quote I picked:

 

You lie there kicking like a baby, waiting for God himself
To lift you past the rungs of your crib. What
Would your life say if it could talk?

—from “No Fly Zone” by Tracy K. Smith (Pulitzer Prize Winner)

So what would my life say if it could talk?
Here is my answer.

Life Talks

 

So you feel like you're afloat?

Darling, I think you think about,

it too much. I don't mean to gloat,

I've thrown a lot at you, never once completely back out.

 

You are my quiet fighter,

you sit and wait like a spider.

 

by Annie Laurie Gray

 

For some reason there is not a code for the blog hop over on the OctPoWriMo Blog today.... sorry no blog hop today.

Day 27 Poem: Stranger

For today's poem I just started writing my thoughts down and then cut up the pages. Picked out some of the lines and created a poem.  Funny it helped me realize something really important. Read and see.

Stranger

 

Does God have a detailed plan for us?

 

In August a seed was planted in my mind,

create a blog and start writing again,

go to the coffee shop and write.

 

In November last year

 

Life changed for me

A stoke changed my grandmother

Dependent on us

Independent and strong - gone.

My cousin and I the prime caregivers

I didn't mind

wanted to help

improve her life

 

But God knew

My soul sat in the dark

only a few things brought in light,

my God,

my family,

friends at the coffee shop,

and this stranger

 

For a few years now

I met my friends on Wednesday for what we called coffee club,

meant to be a college group,

but I'm no longer in college,

talked about the bible and our lives,

Noticed this guy at some point writing in his notebook.

 

After November

 

I started looking for him to come in,

sometimes he did, sometimes he didn't,

I just wanted to see him,

sound like a crush doesn't it?

But it wasn't

Something... good, but not a crush,

I couldn't explain it even to myself.

 

Summer came

 

I stopped going to the coffee shop,

but in August God planted a seed,

go to the coffee shop and write.

And don't forget to look for him.

Only there was no need to look he's there.

Learned his name

but now to shy to talk to him,

 

Is this all by chance?

 

By Annie Laurie Gray

 

Hi K.C. I doubt you'll see this but thank you.

Your friend, Annie.

To me this poem say that someone I didn't know ended up being important even if it was only for that moment.



Day 26 Poem: Nervousness

Nervousness

 



Nervousness is like a wall built up within seconds made of mud and bricks.
Between you and another person or what you really want to do.
My question is... are you going to break through or stand there.
By Annie Laurie Gray

This is the question I'm asking myself today. Am I going to break through that wall or stand there?

I found this YouTube video when checking the spelling of seconds.

It's a sweet video on what can happen in a second, an idea that most people can relate too.  Also goes along with the idea of my poem.



Please comment.

and here is the blog hop:

Today's thoughts Oct. 26 NaNoWriMo

I signed up for NaNoWriMo Right now the website is a bit of a mess must be getting ready for midnight November 1, 2012.

According to the website this is my 6th year to sign up. I have yet to write 50,000 words in 30 days, but every year I try.
I do write stories and try to write novels at other times during the year but during NaNoWriMo you know other people around the world are also writing and trying to reach that 50,000 words goal too.

and that amazing to me.

This year my writing motto is a Ernest Hemingway's quote

“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.” 

So that the plan.  What story will make me bleed?  What story will make me put everything I feel on to the page?

Writing poetry this month helped me to express my feelings in words not saying it was perfect but I did share things I wouldn't normally.  During NaNoWriMo I'm giving me the challenge to put all that into prose, and to hit that 50,000 word mark.
I know the story that will make me bleed on to the page, and it's going to be fiction. It's more along the line of the idea how would you change your life and now go write it.

I'm not going to change much.
My heroine going to have a hearing lost (I have only written one short story where the heroine is hard of hearing)

She going to stuggle with many of the same things I struggle with, some I wrote about in my poems lately.

I don't have a plot, but the creator of NaNoWriMo says no plot no problem.

and if you wish to join me in this writing challenge here is the link again NaNoWriMo and my NaNo name is algray.

I hope to see you there.
Oh and if you don't mind I'm curious what do y'all think of NaNoWriMo or just the idea of writing 50,000 words in a month. Please comment below.

Day 25 Poem: Oh Crush

Today's OctPoWriMo Poetry Prompt is Love Story. To write about my love story.

When I think of Poetry and Love I think about being in Love.

I have never been in love.

And True Love

For some reason I am remembering Westley in the movie Princess Bride say "True Love" at Miracle Max's house. Now that a movie that makes you believe in true love. "As you wish."

And strangely that bring me to crushes, because Westley love Buttercup but he can't tell her (good example  and definition for a crush) so instead he say "As you wish." (If you have never seen this movie I'm telling you go rent it now!)

I have had plenty of crushes.

Here's my poem

Oh Crush

 

Oh Crush, why are you here?

I'm not going to act,

and he doesn't know, he is, to act.

 

I sit here and watch or ignore

whatever the case may be,

wonder and dream does he like me?

by Annie Laurie Gray

 

 

 

And here are the other poets who wish to share their poems with you.

Day 24 Poem: Numbers Change

Numbers Change

 

Silence tick-tock the black numbers change on the clock,

the people on the screen pull me in, slap,

I could put my brain to use - dock,

on the couch - maybe I'll take a nap.

 

Silence tick-tock the black numbers change on the clock.

 

Yeah I feel like I'm wasting time today.

 

Ok is the blog hop: 

Day 23 Poem: Video Me

Video Me

 

At the thought of a video me,

I don't shake in my boots, heart doesn't race away,

I worry about my speech, have since I was three,

the "s" sound, the "sh", the "ch" and "z" where does the lips and tongue lay.

 

And my voice do I have a "deaf" voice,

the up and down pitchs that make voices interesting are they there?

I've been told there is a hint of a "deaf" voice

but really I don't live in despair.

 

Hopefully you will just think its a cute accent,

and me a few comments, you're two cents.

 

ok I made a video but can't seem to download it.

 

 

 

And here is the blog hop:

Day 22 Poem: Smoother (Extended)

Yesterday I wrote and posted the a short four lines poem. A few of you commented and I keep thinking about it, so now the short four lines poem titled Smoother is extended and it 10 lines longer then yesterday. Enjoy!

Smoother

 

I think writing would go smoother,

if I just sat down at the computer,

and bled, but my heart

not ready to break and fall apart.

 

I guess I need to get ready to bleed,

take everything I wish to hide and write,

on the page the red stain lead,

taking every secret I hold tight.

 

To be strong and courageous,

and let my heart remember its beats,

broken or not, its adventurous,

and letting go emotional might be sweet.

 

At least, let go on the page,

and then I might live like the writers braves.

 

By Annie Laurie Gray

 

And here are the other poets who wish to share their poems. 

Day 21 Poem: Smoother

Smoother

I think writing would go smoother

if I just sat down at the computer

and bled, but my heart

not ready to break and fall apart. 

 

By Annie Laurie Gray

 



Day 20 Poem: Quiet Place

Quiet Place

I wish to escape the noisy world,

to go to a quiet place,

instead of hearing this electric whirled,

where we can talk face to face.

 

Whoever you are, be daring and bold,

the same goes for me let's agree,

to explore the street of old,

for that quiet place to flee.

 

Can't wait to meet whoever you are,

Until then I'll keep wishing on God's shining star.

By Annie Laurie Gray

Day 19 Poem: Cross That Line (Carpe Diem)

Cross That Line (Carpe Diem)

 

Sometime in my life I drew a line,

an invisible line, its mark my comfort zone,

sometimes I move it forward, sometimes back, by mine,

sometimes by others, maybe a line in the dirt, or built of stone

 

With shaking knees I cross

that line, heart racing, palms sweating,

every time worried I'll get toss,

right back, try not to do anything upsetting.

 

Once with music blasting, I drove into a stream of cars

called interstate, pushing that line forward,

talked to my crush, only he dating someone

now the line moved back, but I grew stronger

 

Carpe Diem- must cross that line again,

and again, and again, and again, I hope it never ends

 

By Annie Laurie Gray

 

Once again here are the other poets wishing to share their poems with you, here is the blog hop



Day 18 Poem: Last Night's Storm

Last Night's Storm

 

Tap, tap, tip against the windows, roof, and doors,

the light winked at me, in that moment blind,

then the wink is over, my bare feet on the floor,

Ka-boom hit the air, just in case I searched for a flashlight to shine.

 

And here are the other poets who wish to share their poems with you, the blog hop:



Day 17 Poem: Angel of Hope

Angel of Hope

 

Oh Lord, I want to know the bubbly fearful Hope,

to believe that he will bring something,

good, that make my heart jump for joy, into today's scope,

and isn't the bitter cold winter's sting.

 

I once feared the imaginable Hope,

instead of dreams I visioned the worst scenarios

to protect my heart, scared that I stood on an icy slope,

of a nosedive downward ratio.

 

Today, send me the fire blazing Angel of Hope,

along with the angels - sword carrying Courage and sweet Blessing

take me off this dangerous slope

for me to stop this game of guessing.

 

Give me the hope of spring in the color changing fall,

and let the bitter sting of winter not come at all. 

 

And now as always the blog hop: 

Day 16 Poem: Beast of Fears

Beast of Fears

 

I want to face the Beast of Fears,

the monster every child reckon lives,

in the dark, under their beds, in their closets and might appear,

but only I know where this beast lives.

 

It lives in my heart, mind and soul,

I want to do more then just look it in the eyes,

but it whisper fear upon fear it grows,

to see this scary guy real size.

 

I want to throw him from the high story window,

watch him fall and break into a million non-merge able pieces,

for him not to exist not even in limbo,

out of my heart, mind and soul - defended.

 

But its not going to happen on mere strength alone,

Its going to take faith in the true King on the throne.

 

Here the blog hop 

Day 15 Poem: Winter's Weave

 Winter's Weave

 

It's hints in the cool breeze through the trees,

full with green, yellow,orange, and red leaves

And in the busy work of ants and bees,

Winter is coming there's no stopping her weave.

 

November is coming

That awful week is forthcoming.
full of more then just stuffed turkey and tummies,

Last year a death on Sunday's evening,
turkey, dressing, and grief on Thursday,
on Saturday a funeral in the morning,
a stroke strike at night - death adorning day. 

This year no Thanksgiving without grieving.

 

And now the Poets' blog hop...enjoy.

 



Love One Another

            Today I read the words, "Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say again it again: Rejoice! Let your gentleness be evident to all." (Philippians 4:4a)  At the word gentleness, the lyrics to a song, "They'll Know We Are Christians By Our Love" came into my head. This song is inspired from John 13:35.

            In John 13:34-35 Jesus said, "A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another. By this all men will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another." 

            I know one thing for sure; I want the world to know I'm a follower of Christ! Not by the words from my mouth or the words on this blog but from my love.  Actions speak louder than words.

            And I know there were times in my life (and dreadfully there will be more times) when my actions didn't show my Christian beliefs but, I hope my love will speak louder than my actions and my words. I hope.

I pray:

My Dear Lord Jesus Christ,

I ask You for the love You spoke of in John 13:34-35.  I ask for Your love for the person reading this post and that You bless them as only You can bless them, for they are fearfully and wonderfully made by Your hands into Your image. In Your awesome, great, holy name I pray. Amen!    

Day 14 1/2 Poem: What I See

Since the poem I posted earlier today is screaming sadness I decide to add a short poem to the list inspired by today's OctPoWriMo prompt written by Morgan.

The Word Prompt is reflection.

So here is the poem:

What I See

 

What I see when I look in your eyes,

I see Christ,

maybe that what I like...

 

 

And here is the blog hop I didn't post on the last poem....

 

 



Day 14 Poem: Loves to Laugh

Loves to Laugh

 

My heart holler out,

my soul scream,

inside me hurt - a hollow hole.

 

Something missing - three somethings -someones

my Granddaddy. my Gran, and my Uncle John

 

I once screamed in a dream

to you God, BRING MY FAMILY BACK,

now I scream BRING MY FAMILY'S JOY BACK

 

I remember,

Oh, how my family loved to tease and laugh,

sharing stories of childhood past,

I heard a million and one times,

But never grew tired laughter and of stories that binds.

 

Can we get back to the family who loves to laugh?

By Annie Laurie Gray

 

As you can see today is not a good day, maybe it's the weather? Dark clouds hang from above and rain falls like my tears. I remember laughter but then I realized we hadn't really laughed in a while, a good soulful belly shaking laugh. so my poem meant for a happy memory or two turned to a soulful hurt.

Day 13 Poem: My Words' Well

My Words' Well

 

Is the well dry?

Where are the words,

What I am I feeling other then shy?

the words were coming in herds

 

Daring myself to step,

outside my comfort zone,

need to reach into my depth,

deep beneath the bone

 

To where my heart sit,

to the emotions ruling my guts,

be me as luck would have it,

Go sit down on my writer's butt.

 

I'm thinking I need to go back over the OctPoWriMo Prompts hopefully they're inspire me to write and share what's in my depth deep beneath my bone...
And also here is the blog hop. 

 



Day 12 Poem: Sweet Revenge

Sweet Revenge

 

God, I ask You not to destroy,

my enemies, but to give them joy,

to bless them, give them everything

their hearts desire, keep building

their spirits into Your Son's image.

Let their blessings be without limits.

 

Yes, I admit revenge sound so sweet,

the game they played was no treat.

 

Lord, You said love your enemies turn the other cheek,

give me Your unbreakable strength where I am fragile and weak.

You are the one even satan could not beat,

You welcomed even Your enemies to Your feast.

 

I want to move on, forward, live.

Oh what sweet revenge to show them I forgive.

 

By Annie Laurie Gray

 

 

And as always here are the other poets who wish to share their poems with you.

Day 11 Poem: I Want to Ask Him

I Want to Ask Him

Here I go again, heart pounding,

tongue twisted, and lips frozen in a line,

women's, men's a child's here and there, voices surrounding.

Could he just give me a hint, a sign?

My mind is blank feeling the stress,

but on the drive here full of questions,

like Do you feel the passion to follow Jesus?

Eyes on menu, but can't make a selection,

Instead I ask about his day,

Do you want more? More, not what the world will give but what God can give?

Again my mind goes blank like a black hole in the milky way.

Do you want to change in Christ, really live?

I want to ask him a question that might strike him as odd,

"Are you a man of God?"

By Annie Laurie Gray

 

And as the new always here are the other poets who wish to share thier today poem with you. Also it's not to late to join us at OctPoWriMo

Handle It

            “Roll with the punches.”

            “If life gives you lemons make lemonade.”

            “God will not give you more than you can handle.”

            “Handle it.”

            People use these phrases when they're telling someone else to go handle the problem.  A person may or may not know how to deal with the problem but they're told to go" handle it."  They are to just deal with it, do it, and more forward. 

            Some people will grow and learn to survive, it will toughen them up.  Create thick skin and a sharp tongue.

            It may even create a harden heart.

            God doesn't want a harden heart.

            No, God wants an open heart to Him. 

            "Therefore tell the people, this is what the LORD almighty says ‘Return to me' declared the LORD Almighty 'and I will return to you" Zechariah 1:3.

            Return to the Lord Jesus Christ.

            There are some things in life we can't handle.  These things are way over our heads.  The Bible doesn’t say God will not give you more than you can handle.

            It's says don't worry, God will deal with it.  Return to Him.  Remember, pray to Him for healing, for Him to take matters into His own hands and for the right outcome.

            Jesus wants you to remember Him, to seek Him, to trust Him, and to return to His arms where he can protect you, know you and guide you.

            He loves you so much He died on the cross for you.

            What an awesome, mighty Lord we serve!

Blessings,

Annie Laurie Gray

Day 10 Poem: Coffee Shop

Coffee Shop

 

The noise buzzed like a wacky cartoon from years past,

Friends greet friends as they walk in the door.

The mix of local families and college kids exalted,

 from the smell and taste of coffee create a strange cast.

 

By Annie Laurie Gray

 

 



Here is the Blog Hop for today check out these other poets' blogs. 

Day 9 Poem: Blue Eyes Angel

Blue Eyes Angel

 

Blue eyes angel watching over me,

silly, funny until I'm laughing with glee,

showing me God's love.

By Annie Laurie Gray

 

Thank you for reading my poem. 

Here are the other poets who wish to share their poems with you.



Today's Thoughts Oct. 8 a question for you.

Hello Monday, I see you are back again.

When I started this blog I thought I'd share my thoughts every day but that not how it turned out.

I have a question for you, dear reader, (warning: It's a long question -well more then one question really)

Do you believe you can "hand over" your life to God and He will deal with each and every detail - Your job? What you will do today and how well you work? If you are unemployed do you believe God will help you find a job? Your relationships with your wife, your husbend, your children, your parents, your siblings? and if you're not married... do you think He'll help you find the "right" person?

I want to believe that God cares about every detail of my life but at times I have a hard time believing.

I keep telling myself to Trust Him

Some days I'm trusting Him and I'm happy.  Other days all I do is worry nonstop, on those days I ask the question: Is God helping me or is He just sitting back and watching me stubble?

Funny thing is as I write this post the answer to my question come to me.

Having Faith means trusting God, when I don't understand what is going on or even when I think I understand what going on.

Please answer anyway if you wish, in the comments below.
I'm curious about what you have to say.

God bless you,
Annie Laurie

Day 8 Poem: To City Girl (My best friend)

Yesterday Poetry Prompt challenged the poets of OctPoWriMo to write about their best friend.  So I did write about mine.  Since I already posted a poem yesterday I'm posting my best friend poem today.

 To City Girl

 

First

we didn't talk much

Roommates thrown together by a computer

because our initials are both A.G.

Yes, no and simple answers to basic interview questions.

 

But then

I decided what the heck

and sat on the ledge of our second story dorm room,

you sat with me,

watching students cross the red brick quad.

 

Up all night,

talking about boys,

Giving them ice cream flavors nicknames,

like Ben and Jerry,

Pecan Pie, and Turtle.

 

I miss those days,

But I still talk to you over the phone about boys,

still giving them crazy nicknames,

like Brownie Boy,

Video Game Guy. 

 

I miss you,

I need to visit you, City Girl,

Your Good 'O County Girl best friend.

 

By Annie Laurie Gray

 

 

This poem is for OctPoWriMo 31 poems in 31 days.  Check out the blog and see what today's poetry prompt is.  or to enter and join us in the poetry journey for the rest of October. And now here are the other poets who wish to share their poems with you.

Rejoice and Be Happy

 

       God wants us to rejoice and be happy.

            But here’s the thing, He wants us to rejoice no matter what; in the good and the bad times whatever your life might look like.

            Your life may look similar to Habakkuk who had to deal with a rotten king who didn't worship God but rather pagan gods. God told him worse was coming. The Babylonians were coming to take the Jews into exile for 70 years.

            But still he comes to see the world differently he said, "Though the fig tree does not bud and there are no grapes on the vines, though the olive crop fails and the field produce no food, though there are no sheep in the pen and no cattle in the stalls, yet I will rejoice in the LORD, I will be joyful in God my savior. The Sovereign LORD is my strength he makes my feet like the feet of a deer, he enables me to go on the heights" (Habakkuk 3:17-19).

            Habakkuk decided to rely on the LORD for his strength.

            Now Judah's future looked pretty bad but God told another prophet, Jeremiah, “’For I know the plans I have for you,' declared the LORD, 'plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future'" (Jeremiah 29:11).

            God is telling all of us the same thing.  Rejoice in the LORD Jesus Christ, He wants you to be happy and He has plans and a broader perspective for you.  Trust Him.