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2023 Writing Challenge

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So this year a friend and I are going to be undertaking a writing challenge. We’ve agreed upon the following ground rules as follows:

1) The goal is to write 2500 words (at the very least) a week. We can go over the word limit, but cannot fall under it.


2) We have allowed that we can start plotting/writing before 2023, but the first post will start on January 8, 2023 and continue until December 31, 2023.


3) No short stories counted toward the challenge. The challenge will involve one full story, so by the end of 2023, we will each have written a full novel.


4) Through the year we must make at least 45 posts. This gives us a bit of leeway to miss the occasional week (because life happens).


5) The story does not have to end after the challenge if we are not done. But we must be able to stretch it long enough to meet the terms of the challenge (at least 45 updates of 2500 words or more).


6) Whoever quits the challenge first owes the other person a fancy cheesecake.

I’m not very good at keeping up with things like this for more than a few months, so I have the feeling I’ll be owing someone a cheesecake, but let’s see how far I can go.

poetry craptasticness part 2

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All right, that is likely the last of the backlog of bullshit. Some were from a class, and some just from random nights when I felt like doing poetry. Very little of it is recent – nostalgia was written the other night, but words was the most recent at about 2 or 3 years ago. In general, these poems span a time frame of nearly 15 years.

I left out the truly horrendous or awful stuff, but shared several of the stronger pieces. I’m not particularly a poem person, so there’s not likely to be a whole lot more of that stuff in the future.

vargtimmen

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I find myself trying not to think of you.
But when the night is quiet
except for the keening call of
a lone mourning dove
I realize that you remain
a memory, an
incessant
buzz in the back of my brain.

And nothing more.

crushed

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there are times when i am acutely aware of the nearness of your presence, and i realize that all i would need to do is give in to your magnetism, just an inch closer and then i would be there, there invading your space, demanding your attention and conquering your moment, and…

no.
i can’t.
all i have are
my shouting doubts.

the space remains.

you –
are the center of-
the problem is that i still-
and i can’t even because-
well-
never was-
never will be-
just-
it’s only another fragment (ed)-
…

fuck.

here it is
something like
immaterial substance
translucent opaqueness
and honest deceit
and
I don’t know what you meant
only that you existed
somewhere between
beginning and end

you have killed me – crushed me –
with your – everything about you –
leaving only a Shade
of “could have been”