yes, but not the cave UPDATE

I don't know if any of you take part in the Lascaux Flash contest, but in case you have not heard about it, here's me, spreading the word.

there is a photo to use as a prompt, but the writings are not judged upon how strong and obvious their connection is to the photo.

the number of contestants are already over 120, and there are 7 more days to enter.

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My one titled 'Gratitude' appears on the site. it is a somehow dark story, not at all well-crafted. huh, I do not read and write English that mush these days. anyway, I worked on the first idea that popped into my mind, huh, that woman has a strange mind, i hear you sayin' :)))

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A fellow blogger and faraway friend, Paul's version is also up, it's about a small kid. Paul knows a lot about kids. I liked his submission a lot.

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My story is No 125. I dedicate it to my dearest Vesper who once said that writing enabled her to live another life whenever she felt like it.
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Update on Monday, 17.
The number of stories border 140 and there are still a few more days to enter.
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one of the seven

this last one wobbled around

and turned sour -

like a leaf leaping off the oak

when winter corners 

the last refugee of summer

of all my lives

this last one keeps mumbling -

like the last cricket voicing my 

song for life

at the tip of my whiskers

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uhm, take this as an attempt at getting back to where i started: poetry, or rather, attempted poetry.

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you might remember (and i blogged about in on my other, english language blog): the novel i wrote in november 2010 was accepted by one editor and refused by the other. i took part in a virtual writers' course and i guess i learned a lot.

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well, not a lot lot, but just enough to get a distance and see the faults of my writing.

i used to write easily, with all my passion, but with a few important mistakes.

dramaturgy, the drive of characters and the development of a character, or rather, the lack of these are my totally weak points.

now i feel stupefied by all the rules, but i think it is a normal to feel so.

hm.

so, i kind of re-embrace my roots (attempted poetry) to keep the passion alive.

at the same time i started to write a short story with all the rules in mind (to improve my writing).

this second goal does not feel easy because instead of my heart, i have to write with my head.

a lazy post

part i.

while i fight allergy with much, or sometimes, less success, we keep on renovatinog our house.

(to be continued)

part ii.

our cells are said to be replaced every seven years.

you change.

sometimes for the better, sometimes for the worse - and at times you can do about the changes, urge and help them, at other times you just watch and barely recognize and understand what is going on, and there are times when you analyze and see it all and yet are clueless and helpless. you know it's headed for a not-so-perfect direction.

yet, paralyzed, the best your efforts worth are contemplating.