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Inherit their voice reblog

Published June 30, 2017 by Nan Mykel

Yes, yes, yes!

TheFeatheredSleep

2012610_1809dSat facing away from the sun

an old man wipes years from his eyes

drawn over with cataract like milky bath water

he strains to see the outline of motion

where are all the old men? He thinks

once so barrel chested and neatly trimmed

with mustaches and shiny hair like Cover Girl teens

where are all the eighties queers who painted beaches

with tight abs and tiny shorts in tropical shades?

now half empty, the beach longs for color

only rotund women with bristly chins

unkempt hair chopped without thought

some with children or children’s children

placing sensible shades and thick UV factor 50

on slow-moving parts of themselves

in previous years you could

reach out and paint a rainbow

in their courage of being twenty

though lesbians and gay men do not

always a palate make

such contrasts in their expression

these women without restraint

mopping the brows…

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Does Pain Stop the Creative Juices?

Published June 10, 2017 by Nan Mykel

I’ve noticed that when something hurts physically I go to bed or its equivalence. I’m nowhere near the discomfort or seriousness of some of my followers, but I’ve also sort of shut down.  I’ve realized my only Create Space-published novel needs re-working but if I live long enough to do that it’ll probably be filled with the gibbery-goo language of extreme old age. I’ve added only on my computer two final chapters and the aborted beginning of a sequel, but…  At present I’ve been attempting the beginning of 2 or 3 additional novels, but it’s pretty much mush pile. Actually  I’ve written 4 different beginnings for one of them. Caught in a quagmire.

I even picked up “How to Write & Sell Your First Novel” by Oscar Collier with Frances Spatz Leighton at a yard sale price of 50 cents, and possibly got an idea that I’m going to try, I think.  It involves preparing a folder for every chapter, and after some degree of outlining, drop thoughts or paragraphs into those chapters as  I go.  So, despite having a bad leg day, I am beginning that mini-project, if I can find the blank folders without necessitating a walk to my car 50 feet away.  (Complain, complain, complain!) What were the words Jim Neighbors used to use?

I will share my favorite paragraphs from my first novel–I’ve never communicated with anyone who has actually read the book, Shattered Boundaries.  (I am in a position to advise you not to self-publish if you aren’t the pushy type):  At this point in the novel the heroine has astral-traveled and stayed away from her body way beyond the safe limits:

…to her horror she notices that the cord has run out! When Amber reaches the house no one is home. She eases into her room and she is not there–here–either! My body is gone!  Amber jumps when the phone rings.  She realizes that she cannot answer it, but Rob’s voice on the answering machine does.  It is a woman enquiring abut the time of the funeral.

        Funeral! Who died?

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