Today’s word is “online.”

Write a post using online. It can be prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. It can be any length. It can be just a picture or a drawing if you want. No holds barred, so to speak.

I created a found poem for today’s one word challenge. In italics are book titles.

The Title’s Spoke© 

A Gambler’s Anatomy
on the Streets of Laredo
with Wolf Boys and
Black Lives Imagined
Wild in The Streets
with Blood and Sand
 where can we Shelter in Place.

Why did we question those Crazy Years
 or simply Assume Small Great Things
Making  What You Are to Me
 become a Nonconformist
Leaving The Faith
for a Bohemian Grove
No Place Is Home

We believed

If He Writes It, She Will Come
or Make A Mess of It
Strangers in Their Own
The Ghost in The Machine

Maybe Our Soul is
Painted  Black
Pure Adrenaline in Utter Ease
Under The Udala Trees
It Stands Alone
in Denial
We Lived Twice

Real time


Denying we’re part of

The Hating Game


Not as good as Judy’s but I tried. https://judydykstrabrown.com/2020/09/07/naked-truth/




Today’s word is “speech.”

Write a post using that word. It can be prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. It can be any length. It can be just a picture or a drawing if you want. No holds barred, so to speak.

Allow me to speak, I’m typically not one to give a speech. I’m more comfortable with poetic verses than speeches. But this found poem could easily be a speech about our ludicrous political state.  There’s no illusions on my part, we’re totally fucked if that idiot is re-elected. The world wide mortification will be too much to bear.

Like It Is
Tell Me A Story
About The
Monkey in Business

ah, The Thrill of Mass Intimacy
Now Lovers
What No Murder
Of, Course I Have Questions
Leave Me with No Illusions
with Sideshow Glances
Simply All the Mortification’s.

Now, if you aren’t familiar with Found Poetry it can be done with newspapers, books, anything that has words actually. In books I highlight the words because I don’t want to cut up the book whereas the newspaper I lie the cut up pieces all over my table. I grab a coffee and stare at the chaos. I pick different pieces of the paper’s titles or subtitles and begin creating. This particular one was completely the New York Times.

I have 4 Ziploc bags full of titles, and subtitles from the arts,books, and the news sections. I love creating found poetry especially when my muse is being resilient.
# NYTimes Titles and Subtitles
ah, is the only word added by me. Writer’s discretion.
It’s a whole new way of writing poetry that opens your mind in so many different ways.

The pieces in our lives that really matter

And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet’s pen
Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.
– William Shakespeare (from A Midsummer Night’s Dream)

I was talking with a good friend this afternoon. Our conversation wandered to the different levels of friendships we have in our lives.  His role in my life evolved from a poetic ray of sunshine to a very dear friend.  Our relationship began because we share the love of language in a very precise manner. I think very highly of his work. He prefers haiku’s and senryu’s where as I prefer writing limerick’s and acrostics and found poetry but I have written haiku’s and senryu’s.  We’re both expanding our writing styles. I’m guilty when I’m stressed of falling back on my poetry. It’s my crutch at times.

I appreciate the way his brain. He helped me when I’ve struggled getting just the right word in a poem  when I lost my grandson. I needed the exact word in the poem. He was so helpful because when he writes a poem every word is carefully chosen. I knew once he looked at my poem, it would be alright. He’s a master of vocabulary especially for such a young man.

Which reminded me of this old song because at its foundation, it’s a tender love song but it’s actually more than that. It’s a great example what can happen when people collaborate. Did you know the whole morning theme happened by accident because the band was suffering from writers’ block while trying to compose the lyrics. And one of its co-writers, Pete Brown, happened to be gazing out the window at the time and penned the opening line, “it’s getting near dawn”, which gave birth to the lyrical composition of the rest of the track.

Read more at: https://www.songmeaningsandfacts.com/sunshine-of-your-love-by-cream/

It’s getting near dawn,
When lights close their tired eyes
I’ll soon be with you my love,
To give you my dawn surprise
I’ll be with you darling soon,
I’ll be with you when the stars start falling
I’ve been waiting so long
To be where I’m going
In the sunshine of your love
I’m with you my love,
The light’s shining through on you
Yes, I’m with you my love,
It’s the morning and just we two
I’ll stay with you darling now,
I’ll stay with you till my seas are dried up
I’ve been waiting so long
To be where I’m going
In the sunshine of your love
I’m with you my love,
The light’s shining through on you.


It is perfectly okay to write garbage—as long as you edit brilliantly. – C. J. Cherryh

and have great writing friends double check those edits. 🙂


letter-c day 47


22448611_10211861149578951_8819454969963027118_nTo think I thought meeting with the oncologist in person would somehow make this nightmare less stressful. Instead, I have more frustration to deal with. I’m angry,  and sad that I know nothing helpful at all.  The doctor got some of my records from Maine but a huge chunk of my care is missing.  No radiology or chemo toxicology reports, or two of  the three oncologists reports. So then the doctors says, I should know the names of the drugs used. The first time was 40 years ago and the second time was 15 years.

WTF?  The first time I was trying to raise three children, while working full time, in a verbally and sometimes physically abusive relationship and puking my brains out. The last time I had just gotten divorced, was attending college full time and working full time.  I am still furious that he commented I should know the drug names. Remembering that time is something I didn’t want to do. I assumed that all my medical would be available.  I just wanted my life back so I could enjoy dating, living again.

Apparently in this cluster f..k world that’s not the case. Yes, I’m swearing.

Now I have a genetic screening to be done, an appointment with a gynecologist to be examined down there and a biopsy there in addition to all that is happening to me on August 11th. I feel like a science project not a relieved patient. GRRRR

More waiting. More stress filled sleepless nights.

“Maybe cut back on the coffee a bit, that may help with the discomfort” he said after reading my food journal.  Coffee is not the issue….. I had days with no coffee and still f-ing hurt and had diarhea. So WTF?

Song choice:

I chose a song that simply feels right.  Especially the title that’s how I feel .. Basket Case! Anger needs to be expressed so why not with music. Basket Case works for this moment. I feel melodramatic, neurotic and paranoid. Why shouldn’t I be.. the dang letter-c is hanging over me. They’re not seeing me running my hands through my hair constantly, or knocking things over because I’ve become clumsier than normal or crying at the drop of a hat. A restlessness that can’t be satisfied whether it be going out, staying in, trying to sleep, lying awake all night, pacing the floor, watching the moon. I’ve done them all in the last 49 days.

Or worse masking my emotions up tighter so I don’t add more stress to everyone else. They all have enough on their plates with COVID-19, grieving, trying to find normalcy in a world that refuses to be normal. I know they’ve offered any time I need to talk but I am not a person who burdens others either.


“Do you have the time to listen to me whine
About nothing and everything all at once
I am one of those
Melodramatic fools
Neurotic to the bone
No doubt about it
Sometimes I give myself the creeps
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I’m cracking up
Am I just paranoid?
Or am I just stoned”~ Basket Case by Green Day on  lyric find


Joe Klass says, “The truth will set you free, but first it will piss you off.”  Ain’t that the truth.  But reality is I need to be like what Aristotle said, “Anybody can become angry — that is easy, but to be angry with the right person and to the right degree and at the right time and for the right purpose, and in the right way — that is not within everybody’s power and is not easy.”  My focus needs to be on the right objective, kicking this dang disease to the curb. Although tonight, I’m feeling more like Mark Twain…  I’ve counted to four, and now I’m SWEARING and piecing poems together from newspaper titles.



Quote and NaNoWriMo update

“All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.”~ Edgar Allen Poe

19,148 words thus far in Death and I, the story of Mairin, Bruce, and Death.

This weekend I wrote three found poems with snippets of the NY Times again. I had a great helper too. Macavity laid on the snippets and moved several which ended up being just what I needed. I used pieces of the different poems in my story with Mairin, too, so my cutting the newspaper became an exercise in creative thinking.

Phantom Threat

A family portrait for all humanity

blood, sweat, toil, and tears

unraveling racial hatred

prompts  crisis

in the darkest hours

of rivers and rituals

Happiness is for other people

those who stay

the once mediocre

seek some calm

apologize again

for them, it’s not discrimination


A war of words underway

The screaming just won’t stop


we seek our way to death.


An enlightened friendship

when coffee brews a different spirit

in all its realness


Sweetness with a side of sarcasm.


The metamorphosis

is an unwanted

brutal final indignity.

It penalizes what we had

in the

years of relying on what

no one knows.

The dots to greatness

remain unknown.


Yup, he had a good idea. The coffee poem and the metamorphosis both improved with his help.

A quote and scraps of today


“The woman who follows the crowd will usually go no further than the crowd. The woman who walks alone is likely to find herself in places no one has been before.” —Albert Einstein

I wrote 3295 words this morning. I got up at 6am and sat writing until noon. I didn’t move except to refill my coffee and to use the bathroom. I decided that I better move around some I worked on taking down Halloween and putting up Thanksgiving. It’s disappointing to me how few decorations there are.

Outside the house, all signs of Halloween have disappeared for another year. Hopefully, we will be living somewhere new by the time Halloween rolls around again. I’m looking forward to next the adventure. I put the scarecrows and the turkey by the front door. I hung a turkey on the storm door. The living room is packed up but that’s as far as I went today.

I decided to have raw veggies, some pepperoni and a cup of tea for dinner and work on the edits Raz sent back. I finished that and decided to work on some more writing. I lost all track of time, missed Grey’s Anatomy again. 😦 but I did churn out 3000 more words.

I haven’t re-read what I wrote yet. I’m happy with calling it a night. I’ll edit tomorrow. I just want to be ahead so I can some quality time with my husband.

I even started a crazy poem today that I’m going to use in my story Death and I

I toss another swig back

 feel my lips pucker and eyes bulge.

 I know there’s mascara streaks

 running down my face.

It hardly matters now.

I wish I’d known love

was cruel before

It played me like a fool.

I’m always wiser

when it’s too late.

 So liquor is my new love of choice

I drink your memory away

My friends warn me

drinking is a problem

that it will be the death of me.

Will that even matter?

who knew salvation’s possible

a sip at a time

 til bottle’s empty.©



Getting Myself Prepped for NaNoWriMo

There are so many things to establish in the background to assure continuity in a book that hadn’t crossed my mind until I began this undertaking. It made me appreciate all the authors I’ve read in my lifetime. Wow!

I feel reasonably comfortable with my conflicts and my protagonist. I have several minor antagonists and one major one who will definitely make his handsome presence known. Putting pictures on my character trait list did help. I found looking at them and imagining how they would handle different complications enjoyable. Yesterday, I worked on my antagonist, oh he’s  handsome and dangerous. I looked at a lot of pictures of men before deciding I really like how Patrick Dempsey looked in all black, I could easily see him as my Thanatos.Thanatos1

Now, I’m working on an outline I’ll be comfortable working with over the next month. Who knew there would be so many different types– Snowflake, 3-point,  5-point, 8-points, traditional bullet point, Vogler’s, Campbell’s, pure summary, skeletal outlining, flashlight outlining, free writing, visual mapping, contextual prepping and of course all the different software for outlining. Yikes, it’s confusing.

I’ve been reading Vogler’s Writer’s Journey and Campbell’s The Hero With a Thousand Faces. Some days I feel like I read more than I write because it’s all part of the process of fine tuning my craft. And naturally, everyone has a different take on successful writing techniques.

My setting was pretty easy I’ve created a fictional town in Maine called Bayhollow, the next town over is a college town called Stone Lake with a university called Kampden University. There’s an active military base about 10 miles away in a town called Deadzone. All of these locations are very near the Canadian border.

On WDC they have prep challenge which thus far has kept me to the task which I’m finding helpful because it’s all new to me. Also, there’s the lingering dread 50,000 words hovering too. I find comfort in seeing familiar names pledged to do NaNoWriMo. Misery does love company.

I was reading Theresa’s blog this morning and thinking about how I overcome writing challenges. My go to is my camera when nothing else works. There is something about looking through the portal of small space that makes my muse happy. My perspective is different and very targeted.

The other day while I was creating my setting I had been gathering all the logistics like population, restaurants, and businesses. (world building) I took a break and caught up on reading blogs. Yes, I’m guilty of reading and not always leaving comments. But in this instance, Theresa had drawn a fence on a white background with shading to give the impression of winter or even a sandy beach. I took it as winter in my mind and I saw my protagonist breaking down on a back road and trodding along this seemingly endless fence. The timing was perfect for my muse because it sparked another opportunity for frustration in what seems like mountains on her journey to better her life. Thank you Theresa.

Another way I open my mind to writing is cutting the newspaper into shreds, readable shreds. I grab random titles and move them around I create a poem or a line that fits perfectly in what I’m working on that may have never crossed my mind.


The first poem could easily be part of a conversation my protagonist has and the second could be a fearful moment added to the scene in the cemetery.  Muses work in interesting ways as Barber Adagio for Strings by the London Philharmonic Orchestra plays in the background.

I do enjoy having dark classical playing in the background. What can I say my muse is a bit twisted.

My compost bin enjoys all the snippets of paper when I’m done so everything has a purpose if you open yourself to the possibilities.

July flew by on me

Writing Course- Write a Novel in 10 weeks

I just completed the halfway point of the course. Our assignment for this week was the first page of our book. 250 words maximum with the one margin all the way around, 12pt font size and in Times Roman with a header of our title and our last name.  Except, I don’t have a name yet, so I wrote TITLE and then my last name. I always leave word in the setting it comes with and apparently that’s not publishing standards so I had to correct that and the font size. Nor do I ever pay attention to the margins or indentations because typically I write poetry.  It’s just more things to remember to do before I write.

With that said, I wrote my first page and received positive feedback and I’m proud of you from the instructor. I read it to my husband Vic and a good friend who both agreed I had curiosity aroused immediately and they were invested in the character.

Theresa, I have averaged 25 hours a week this month. I have a twelve-page character traits list, three-page ordinary world scene set-up. I have a strange outline going but right now I’m not really sure how much I’ll stick to it. Mairin, my character has a mind of her own and she keeps surprising me as I write.

And if that isn’t enough on  I’m participating in two different writing challenges for the month of August. One I am leading is a virtual blogging trip through all 13 countries in South America. I’ve created activities and planned our lodging and food for each country and the bloggers have to write from those prompts. It’s a fun way to learn about different parts of the world.

Then there is a challenge where we form teams,  we review like crazy other writers work, and do writing challenges in hopes of beating the other teams. There are battles where the two teams pledge to do so many reviews and the winner during the set time frame wins extra points. It’s called Game of Thrones, kind of a play off the show. My house is Florent, there is a fox on our banner. There are 13 total houses competing with 10 people on each team for the whole month of August. Last year, we got bumped out of the top three where we had been for 3 years.

Crocheting Project


This is one of the jellyfish I’m working on for my eldest granddaughter’s new apartment in Santa Barbara. She loves the ocean so everything in her apartment is related.


Thus far we’ve only had 2 days off this month of insanity. Thankfully, no more broken pipes like we began the month. A company came in and removed the rug, what a disaster that was. They set up drying equipment and treated the area for mold. There was no way with my allergies could I handle removing the rug, I had difficulty breathing down there with the cleaning I did do.

We’ve met some fascinating people from around the world. We’ve hosted 3 different families from China, a father, and son from the UK,  two different German couples, a young man from India, a woman from Romania, a man from Italy, and right now a young woman from Bangladesh. And tomorrow we have a woman arriving from India and on Monday a man from Africa.

My scones are definitely a hit! Right now I have cinnamon chip scones and cookies I used to make my kids with Rice Krispies, oatmeal, and flour with shredded coconut. There called Ranger cookies. I always tweak them with different ingredients and these have chopped walnuts and dried cranberries.  If I get ambitious tomorrow I’ll post the recipe with a picture.


I have peppers, tomatoes, zucchini and cucumbers growing in containers on the lower level. Everything is growing very well in spite of the crazy weather we’ve had. I am amazed at how huge my cucumber plants are, guess they enjoyed all the rain, because they’re huge and covered with buds. I’ve picked three so far that were six inches long. I’ve picked about 20 cherry tomatoes and 2 huge green peppers and there are at least a dozen more almost ready for picking. The zucchini has been a bit slower but it does have buds finally. I did have lettuce but the dang squirrels dug it up. So to be safe I put bird netting on the rest of my planters.


I haven’t had as much time as I’d like to read all the blogs but after this intense writing course I will catch up.

I’m reading Octavia Butler’s book Parable of a Sower. “Lauren Olamina and her family live in one of the only safe neighborhoods remaining on the outskirts of Los Angeles. Behind the walls of their defended enclave, Lauren’s father, a preacher, and a handful of other citizens try to salvage what remains of a culture that has been destroyed by drugs, disease, war, and chronic water shortages. When a fire destroys their compound, Lauren’s family is killed and she is forced out into the world that is fraught with danger. With a handful of other refugees, Lauren must make her way north to safety, along the way conceiving a revolutionary idea that may mean salvation for all mankind.” I’m really enjoying the protagonist who is a self-assured young woman who instead of being defeated is taking life by the horns.

Real Life Writers and Critique Group

Now, this is definitely something new for me and the writing group as well, we’re going to an open mic in Philadelphia.  A bunch of us are going to present our work to a live audience. To be frankly honest, I’m scared shitless. I panic when I get on stage and there definitely is one there in the bar where this is going on.  Thank goodness I won’t be alone. Jordan, Dan, Marcus, are definitely doing presentations. The guys are so comfortable in their skin whereas I’m not. There are going to be about 10 of us going together to support each other. I wish Sara and Pam were in town, their part of our group but no longer live in this area. The ladies would rock at this. So right now it’s me and the guys.

By the way one of my poems was published in a local newspaper.


Imperfectly Perfect
People Saw It at The Time
Mismatched Yet Perfectly Paired
Horrific Brutality
Up-close and Unsettled
Inspired by What Lies Beneath
Seduced and Betrayed
In a Galaxy, Far Far Away
We See
Belief is Potent
Every Angle
Mismatched Yet Perfectly Paired
We Understand
The World
For Better
Or WorseLive




Like It Is ©Lyn Crain

Tell Me A Story
About The
Monkey in Business

ah, The Thrill of Mass Intimacy
Now Lovers
What No Murder
Of, Course I Have Questions
Leave Me with No Illusions
with Sideshow Glances
Simply All the Mortifications.

# NYTimes Titles and Subtitles

ah, is the only word added by me. Writer’s discretion.
It’s a whole new way of writing poetry that opens your mind in so many different ways.©