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NaPoWriMo - Day 7

Three vs One
Three is too manyone is tormentthree is forbiddenwrong and bent
Three is a crowdone brings miserya trio is mockedand treated with envy
Trace is tabooOne isn't enougha triangle is dangerousbut uno is equally rough
trios are not encouragedgreed and need don't fulfill onethree opens doors to the truthripping away the fears to which we've clung
a set can be unstoppableOne is lethal but has too many limitsthree allows for sleep and breathingwhile one must rely on doit-yourself gimmicks
At this point, you must be wonderingwhat the hell's wrong with two?and I'll confess shamefaced that I've been thereAnd simply desire something new
-AW

NaPoWriMo-Day 5

An Easter Wish
Come bunny day,If i had my waythere would be only one thing in my basketPeace
Not just for me and mine, or you and yoursbut for the planet we live onI'd take away all the damage doneand put those who've allowed it on the run
There wouldbe no more chemical spills or polluated oceanThere would never be a single notion of drilling for oil. Or gas. Or gold
Progress is the rape of the natural world, says Malcolm in Jurrassic ParkAnd as we sit in our wooden homes and fiberglass carsthe planet around us dies
We smother it, cut off its limbs and gouge out its gutsNo wonder there are 8.9 earthqakes and mile deep rutsIt's just the planet dying
At this rate, it could go either wayand on this holidayI'd trade every choclate and jelly bean to replace the rainforest and watch the world once again turn green.
I'd embrace the changeapologize in shameI'd make new lawsI'd shut down the saws. EverywhereI'd save the whalesand use the railsInstead of filling my tank with gas
I'd raise my kids to love the worldand to marry not boys or girlsbut nature
I'd plant more treesand save the beeswithout whom,  the crops won't grow
I'd junk the cars and expand to MarsI'd explore wind and solar power and I'd do it now, as time shrinks by the hour
As the candy vanishes from holiday baskets, so does our way of life. Without change, there will be no peace, only random survivors
-AW

NaPoWriMo Day 4

My Addiction
I take a deep hitMy lungs burn and cryBut I insistMy soul is split
I load it upThe match is struckI inhaleIs it enough?
Of course, noI try againThe flame grows hotterAshes fall like snow
I wipe the screenAnd tap the filterI dump the remainsMy perspective wants to lean
It doesn't understandI've started overI hit restAnd sailed for a new land
I found my clueAnd read the windI even looked ahead to finally realizewe're through-AW

NaPoWriMo Day 3

The World Goes On
Why does the world keep turningWhen inside, the planet's burningAnd we're responsible
Oil in the gulf, Japan in chaosIs it because it's not here, that it's an acceptable loss?And still, the world goes on
No period of mourning for a devastated peopleOnly a single dog saved from a floating steepleof debris and death
A 1000 body tide, where so many diedand that headline alone should have sent us rushing from our homesto help
An ocean floor covered in sludge, animals busy dyingwhy in the hell aren't we trying!to save them
The atrocities of mandealt out with every handand still, the world goes on
A nuclear disasterbecause Man is the Masterof nothing
Starvationno sanitationcreate deatha lack of empathyof sympathyfor our fellow man
Kids are being lost, takenthe future raped, forsakenand still, the world goes on
Radioactive waterand fish with EPA collarsour new pride and joyA year after, BP shows a profitand Damn it! look what it's cost usjust to drive
An Ester shameand we all share the blamethe debt we owe is hugeAt some point man will self destruct and be goneand then when the world goes onjustice will have been served
Man, we've got some nerveAlways staying ahead of the curvebut never really learningto love and careto ensure clean airand our survival
-AW

Day Two

Oh, What a Lie!

I'll respect you if you sleep with me
The grass over there is greener
It doesn't hurt much all that much
and chocolate makes you leaner

People are usually nice
Always trust a stranger
the apocalypse will never happen
And zombies won't ever be a danger

The government is our defender
It protects and loves us
No, dictatorship isn't coming our way
And we'll never be sacrificed under the bus

Our planet isn't suffering
Global Warming doesn't exist
Poverty isn't a problem
No, humankind isn't at risk

Our children are not dying
Their parents are not loosing hope
There are jobs and houses for everyone
No suicides at the end of a rope

We don't shoot each other's kids
We help our fellowman
We don't have to lock our doors at night
And no one needs a hand

The greatest nation in the world
Full of laughter and fun
The wars are not endless
And we always won

So many lies
So much deceit
When it all falls around our boots
We'll have earned an unarguable receipt

-AW

National Poetry Writing Month

Day 1

She Walks

She walks in beauty, like the nightin times gone by and hours not seenShe whispers, voice tight:"Tis only a bad dream."She is goodness and lighteven as they scream
She walks in anger, fury and righton endless battlefields and backdoor roomsseeking a last fightand then a peaceful tombbut that is not HIS mightbitterness has begun to bloom
She walks in safety, without traces of fearIs there no one else like her?the path has never been more clearit looms in her heart like a slurshe is an immortaland the centuries are a blur
She walks in hunger, without remorsetaking life and giving scornfor her, there is no other recoursethe winds howl in a graceful mournshe is timeless, an undeniable sourceof the newly born
She walks in beauty, like the nighther name is death

2013 News & Notes

Hi. Been a while since we were here. This is my 2012 end of the year post. I know, right? Always late. That should get better after the next couple releases. And after life settles back down a bit.
I know, you came for From The Ashes details. It will be live, here, sometime in Feb. I’m offering it in paperback, Doc, EPUB, and PDF. On retailers? It’s going to be a while, months at least.
Why only here?
As of right now, I have 5 days to move and no house to take my kids to. The deal with that stunningly beautiful home fell-through at the last minute and my current landlord has chosen not to break the new lease he signed when informed of my coming move in Dec. (After 2 years, I’m month-to-month and he’s worried over being sued by the new tenant, I think.) Also, the IRS has decided that I owe them $10K, 1/3 of it due by tax day, with interest and fines still adding up until they’re paid in full. Clearly, I’ll be hoping for a payment plan or a quick hit from a sniper’s slug.
The book has to go up here because I have to survive if I’m going to be able to write the next one.
On the upside, my wonderful daughter is about to turn 17, I just found out I’m going to be a grandma for the first time by my 21 year old, and my mildly autistic son is reading - to me. I also may get book 6 out in 2013. Those things top the IRS any day!
I’m sure you want to help, but sadly, like the rest of the planet, we need money and I refuse to beg you for that. What I will ask for, is this: I have a small amount of merchandise and a variety of formats of books available. If you can, buy them directly (from this blog and my website) so I get the full amount instantly. The retailers take a large cut and make me wait 60 days. You can also tell the people about Life After War and my other work.
As I'm being forced back to selling ghost-writing skills on Elancer and Freelancer in what little spare time I have, I won’t be around to answer comment or messages for a while, but I will get through this and I will be back. Probably not until after summer break, though, if I’m going to get the next 3 books ready.
…Don’t forget me, okay?
Sigh.

Heading back for another round of putting Beta edits on book 5. Have a nice week, world.
Angie

LAW D #28 - Should Safe Haven stay and fight?

Obviously, the clips and hints indicate that Safe Haven will leave the United States and make a boat-trip to a Southern Island. How do you feel about that? Do you think the survivors should try to stay and fight the changes of the War? What do you think happens when they get there? Will the residents welcome them?   

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LAW D #27 - Book 5 Sneak Peek!

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Adrian woke all at once, not sure what had disturbed him. Eyes still closed, he listened, and heard nothing.
His head ached with a fierce throbbing and though he knew he was in his on cot, he didn’t know how he’d gotten there. He opened his eyes to look at the alarm clock and frowned, listening harder. 9 a.m. He had slept till nine and yet, there was no noise from his camp.
He buttoned jeans he didn’t remember putting on and sat up, aware of the very bright light seeping through the shades. He pulled on his boots, stuffing the laces inside and still, silence. Alarm bells were going off in his head and he quickly strapped on his gun.
“Angela.” He called for her silently, pulling on his jacket and stepping to the door. The air was chilly as the camper door swung open…

Adrian sucked in a painful breath. He grabbed the door frame for support, horrified to feel sharp pains radiate from his chest. It was gone. All of it.
Abandoned, torn up, rusted campers sat on flat tires without windows or doors, and the sickly weeds were growing up over the wheels. The air smelled sour, though the sky was finally clear of the sky grit, but there were no people here.
From the doorway he could see the Mess and the parking area, and although everything was there, it was like the campers; broken, rusty, and charred, with weeds starting to take over the tires.
He stepped slowly down into ankle high greenish plants that seemed to gravitate towards him, brushing, caressing. He turned, and was stunned to see that his camper now looked like the rest of the camp - old, over. There was even a huge hole in the rusted-out bottom stair that should have tripped him and broken his ankle.
His 9mm was in his hand now, the survivor inside coming forward, moving his feet. It was all gone here, all wrong. Charred personal items and bloodstains were on steps, walls, vehicles, and the ground, but they looked faded, frozen in time.
His heart pounded irregularly and he winced this time at the terrifying feeling. Panicking blue eyes found his shiny semi nearby, but he ignored the instinct screaming at him to get in it and run, sensing the trap that might lie hidden there.
He called for Angela again and his heart grew cold when she still didn’t answer. He turned to find her camper, but was drawn to the sight of the crosses on an edge of the cracked pavement.
They were made of wood and scraps, a graveyard of roughly fifty, over-grown and neglected. He knew who they were before he started reading the names... his army.
 
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