National Novel Writing Month

After much debating on whether I’m completely mad, I’ve decided to take part in the National Novel Writing Month challenge, more of which can be found here @ http://www.nanowrimo.org/ This means there will probably be less poetry for a while, but this is an exciting new project for me. I’ve always wanted to write a book and now here’s my chance. Who knows if it will be readable by the end of the month, but I’m hoping to gain a lot from the experience as well as have some fun.

I have a brief outline for a YA fantasy novel, a title and have had a bit of fun designing a book cover (ever hopeful!)

My brief synopsis:

The Sleep Stealers

Amelia Fox is not like any other young woman in her small village. She is full of spirit and can dream walk in her sleep. However, she longs to find freedom from the constraints of being a respectable vicars daughter, but darker forces are at work, coinciding with the arrival of the gypsies. She starts ‘seeing’ things in her sleep and huge black birds appear, circling over the vicarage. The desire to flee grows stronger as her father begins his descent into madness. She must find out what is happening but the clock is ticking. Her father is close to death and the ravens are gathering.

My opening:

I felt the chill of the wind as soon as I opened the door. It cut right through me, sweeping down across the valley, blowing the leaves off the autumn trees. A pair of crows battled against it before dropping out of sight.

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Just maybe – A short story in 55 words

I see him from my ‘other’ world and my
stomach flips over. I’m not really sure
why; it’s not like I’ve ever met him. But
there’s something about him; we connect.
It feels slightly insane to be getting lost
in a fantasy that doesn’t exist. The logistics
of meeting him are difficult, but not impossible.

 

by Louise

Unus Mundus

This poem is a collaboration on twitter, between myself, Peter (@peterwilkin1) and @marousia. The form ia an ancient Japanese art called Renga 


Peter had found the information on Wikepedia and was discussing it with @marousia on twitter. It piqued my interest and so I jumped into the conversation and suggested a renga about a unicorn. Surprisingly, both Peter and @marousia took to the idea and we ran with it using the hashtag #unicornrenga. The formal format is 5-7-5 followed by 7-7 and we ran to 18 verses. We completed it over a few days owing to the different time zones – @marousia lives in Australia – and here is the finished product.


I personally enjoyed it very much, although I am unfamiliar and a novice with the form. I was a bit daunted when @marousia suggested I start as I had thought of the unicorn. However, once we got into the flow, I enjoyed it enormously. I hope you do too.


a forgotton time / two moons collide together / a unicorn breathes
sparks from moons collision / kiss unicorn’s velvet horn

drops of rain glisten / like pearls on flower petals / round unicorn’s hooves
flowing silver mane whips back / unicorn races the moon

violets spring up / wherever unicorn’s hooves touch / trees whisper secrets
unicorn hears plaintative cry / bluebird with a broken wing

a bird from heaven / as blue as the sky is old / secrets bind them both
unicorn lowers his horn / a single touch heals the wing

bluebird sings his song / unicorn rears higher his eyes / like pools of moonshine
black witch readies her poison / a unicorn of beauty

ground unicorn horn / prized aphrodisiac / temptation was great
unicorn sees moon shadows / of black witch in bluebird’s eyes

black witch casts a spell / withered petals turn to dust / unicorn shudders
bluebird’s sweet song fills the air / black witche’s spell returns to her

black witch clutches throat / dissolves in putrid green steam / hail the unicorn
an eternal flame shines bright / in unicorn’s moonkissed eyes

unicorn breathes / on the putrid slime / turning it to gold
sunlight and shadows merging / death becomes life. Alchemy