Month: October 2013

Swan Song

I lie in bed listening to you play the piano. Your music flows through me, and I dance. I dance because your music moves me. It transforms me. It takes me back to a time and place when these limbs were graceful enough to embody song. And in my dance, I dream a dream where you and I shine brighter than all the spotlights on a stage. You hold my hand, and I am not alone. You wipe away my tears and give me strength to face the final curtain call. You kiss my lips as I wake in this dream of a dream. This dream where you know my name. This dream where you smile at me for all the days of our lives. Where there are no endings, no sickness, no death. Where the silence seeping into these limbs, this heart, this dance is forever chased away by the song of you and me. Let us dance. You and I. Just one more time in this dream of a dream. One last time. …

Obligatory NaNoWriMo Post

I’m frantically trying to put the finishing touches on my work in progress so I can concentrate all my energy on NaNoWriMo. Eight days and counting. Not a lot of time left. I might start something completely different or I might work on book two of the current series. Last year, I stalled at around 12,000 words because Skyrim came out smack-dab in the middle of November. Instead of killing my word count, I went on a killing spree in the name of the Dark Brotherhood. (Shout out to Shadowmere. My favorite horse ever. Hey buddy! How you doin?) The timing couldn’t be more perfect. This year, nothing I want to play is coming out. I checked. And I think NaNoWriMo will give me some much-needed distance from my WIP so I can squeeze in one last draft before my self-imposed deadline in late November/early December. NaNo is my fling, my fuck buddy, my one night stand. It reminds me not to get too hung up on perfection, and it lets me have a bit of fun before …

Groupon Adventures: Acting Class (Part 2)

Acting class is like being inside my writer’s brain. Icebreakers include launching imaginary things at your classmates, squeezing your body through invisible doorways, and trying to be all stream-of-consciousness edgy when you’re really not. My favorite game is the ninja one. Classmates on either side chop me in half while I swing my sword at someone else. It’s about making our bodies match the sounds coming from our mouths. I direct my loudest HAIIII-YAAAHHH at you, then you send your loudest HAIIII-YAAAHHH over to someone else. It’s violent and loud and so freaking fun. Then there’s the Repetition Game. I’m sitting cross-legged in front of a partner. Our knees touch. The space between us is filled with so much awkward. “You are wearing glasses,” I observe. He agrees, so he repeats, “I am wearing glasses.” Then since it’s now his turn, he says, “You have long hair.” I do have long hair, so I repeat, “I have long hair.” WE DO THIS FOR TWENTY MINUTES. It’s uncomfortable and horrible and everything I try to avoid on a …