The Next Big Thing...

  Scott M. Baker  asked me if I would like to participate in The Next Big Thing, a blog tag ring talking about our next WIPs.  I agreed, and then promptly got mired in other things. So, without further ado, HERE is my TNBT post. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy entertaining myself  :-)  ( you can find Scott's answers to these questions by clicking on his name above.)

What is the working title of your next book?

            Fuck This Book. Yes, really. That's the working title.
      
Where did the idea come from for the book?

         I live in a county with a military installation, a chemical plant, a logging/paper mill and a trauma hospital. I also work with the local branch of emergency management. Book scenarios abound. I'm pretty sure THIS is where the Zombie Apocalypse is going to start.

What genre does your book fall under?
   
        I'm not really sure, to tell you the truth. It has a bit of everything, but I suppose first and foremost it would be science fiction.

Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie rendition? 
       
        Alan Rickman, Bruce Cambell, Robert Downey Jr, and Kat Dennings
 
What is the one-sentence synopsis of your book?

         A small town breaks loose in Hell.

Will your book be self-published or represented by an agency?

       At the moment, I'm not sure. I may self- publish since I have a strong editing team.

How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript?
 
         8 years. Most of that time was spent world building.

What other books would you compare this story to within your genre?

          I certainly wouldnt want to write a story I've already read, So while Im sure others may find a comparison to other works, I don't think I can.

Who or what inspired you to write this book?

        I was in a meeting with a homeland security team when the idea  occured to me.

What else about your book might pique the reader’s interest?

       This story has a bit of everything; mystery, erotica, action and adventure, and even a touch of romance. There is a little something for everyone in this story.


 If you are interested in how other awesome writers answered these questions, take a gander at the links below. DEFINITELY worth your time!!!

Stephen A. North  C. Dennis Moore  Sam W. Anderson  Brad C Hodson  James A. Moore   and Vincent Daemon 


 (I need to get me one of those middle initial things...)

 If you dont find the blog post mentioning the questions, be patient. Some of these people are actually busy writing stories...

  
     
         

This is not a poem

Its a quilt someone asked to see. So here it is. :-)

Flirt

 I can pretend
 to be unmoved
when you smile.
  Flash my lashes
     act as if
my pulse
   doesn't race
my blood
   doesn't pound.
look away,
    dignified.
 Unaffected.
    I can feign
        I am
     unaware
of your touch,
    ignore
the tingle
        the heat
left upon my skin
 by the slightest
      brush
of your hand.
 I can make believe
    with the best
    my heart
 doesn't break
     just a little
 each time
     you
walk away.
 And I can
    pretend 
        you
are unaware
   of my every
    pretense
and wait
     hope
  you call
      my bluff

Fractured

I am not alone here
      in my
  grey matter cell
   they are legion
  who reside inside
       this hole.          
    They scream
    of regrets
and cry of pain
they have known
 they whisper
    secrets
  that freeze my
       shattered soul.
  They see through
my shuttered eyes
  and use my
numbed limbs;
   I am often left
to clean
  the messes
they have
       made.
I wash guilt
  from my hands
scrub the blood
     from my skin
and wait
    for the
memories
    to fade...

Something of forever...

 There is something
   of forever
        in us.
          we are
the unchanging dance
   of the moon
 returning
    in velvet darkness
 to embrace
    the star glittered sky.
        and like
   the ocean waves
 find their way back
     to kiss the sand,
  my soul
        always
  finds its way
    back
    to you.

Along The Way

     It has been
  a very long road.
A twisting path of many
    lies and false hopes.
  In finding our way
 we often stumbled
    And once
       lost faith
   when betrayed
        by darkness.
Now, finally,
    Hand in hand
we can walk in the light.
  Secrets divulged,
their shadows forgotten,
as we give ourselves over
  to the open journey
       and the
priceless discovery
   that our destination
    has always been
      each other.

Some Days...

        

There are
    some days
when I wish I could
    Just forget you.
   Release you back
 into whatever
  dream
or nightmare
  you came from.
Because there are
           some days
      when  the pain
          you caused 
       crashes
   into my soul
    with a will to destroy.
          It leaves me
       numb
         and empty.
          The world feels
     too big.
      Every moment seems
         futile,
           ...pointless.      
       And it is all
            I can do
    to breathe...
 to open my eyes...
      to exist... 
 There are
     some days
      I wish I could
 just  let you go.   
    but those
 are the days
       I need you
                     most.

Not Lost...

 Emptiness

echos in this room.
Where once
      your laughter
  would ring loud
and clear
 the silence
  is deafening.
It bounces of
    walls
and penetrates
    my soul
leaving me cold,
  stealing my warmth
    the way death
stole you
  from this world.
  This pain robs me
of the brightness
    you brought into my life
and leaves me
in the darkness
  of a profound
     and devastating grief
But it cannot rob me
of the
    love
      you leave behind.
 So I wrap
this grief
    around my frozen heart
and warm myself
with thoughts of you.
  I will light a
   thousand candles
     in the hollow darkness
      and allow
the vastness of your
   memory to fill
the void your absence
    leaves behind
And I will revel in the
   knowledge
that you are not lost.
you have simply
   become part
of everyone
who ever
    loved you.

Kenn Duffy  3-5-91   2-26-12
  You are missed.

Unspoken...

     In the sweet
            anticiaption
   of each passing moment
             waiting
         for you to arrive,
     thoughts crowd
         into my head;
    questions
           answers
              explanations
 compete to be the first
    to reach your ears.
  but the very moment
        you 
  walk through my door
     and smile
            at me
   the words fall short
  and everything my heart
        needs to say
      can only be spoken
          with my lips
              against
             yours

Common Thread

There is a thread of you
  sewn into the garment
        of my soul;
       once rent with sorrow,
              now there is
         a beautiful seam
       of tiny, perfect stitches.
    Your thread has mended holes
         torn by  regret
               and grief.
      It has basted together
          the  raveling edges
           and careless tears
         of  misuse and
                 heartbreak.
       It has patched up
             threadbare,
             rough worn places
      that no one ever saw,
                but you.
             And now,
                   this thread
           has become
             part of me,
                 And you
          have become part
             of everything
                   I am.