Contact Lens

 

Borgatti

"What kind of flower is that?" She asked.

"This is a very special flower," he answered.

"What do you mean?"

"It's a contact lens. It helps us to see the future."

She looked unsure.

"The future?"

"Yep."

She looked even more unsure.

"How so?"

"Look."

Then, he whispered and the flower wavered slightly in the wind.

"In a year's time, this garden will be wonderful, full of life, and filled with beautiful flowers. You know why? Because when you cherish something, everything flourishes."

She smiled.

Just as he thought, that small flower helped with a lot more than the future.

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NaNoWriMo 2023

Goal achieved....

However, this year's NaNoWriMo left a bitter aftertaste.

I have been a WriMo since 2013. I have written several novels and I have spent many hours editing and revising stories, both fictional and non-fictional. As an active member of a writing community, the Virtual Writers, I have hosted a countless number of writing sprints. I have hosted a couple of workshops on writing in general and on writing in a virtual world in particular. I have always tried my best to motivate and encourage my fellow writers when the dreaded NaNo slump takes place, usually during the second week of November. All this to show you how committed I have been, over the years, to the NaNoWriMo project.

And then... a bomb exploded.

Right when we didn't need any distraction, in mid-November, very concerning information came to light about the forums, how they were moderated, and about some of the moderators.

I don't like forums. I don't use forums. So, I was horrified, to say the least, when I read the testimonies of many forum users, especially but not only, those in the Youth Writing Program (underage kids) about the way the forums were moderated. Some of these testimonies mentioned actions that are clearly indictable offenses.

I was even more horrified when I realized that forum users, including underage kids, had been drawing attention to these issues for months, if not years.

I don't know why this went on for so long without being addressed.

As a result, I now avoid associating myself with NaNoWriMo in any way, including hosting writing sprints during NaNoWriMo events.

My writing community has removed all references to NaNoWriMo in our resource material, and we are seriously considering organizing a writing event by ourselves. A final decision will be made before the April Camp NaNoWriMo.

Soooo....

What started so well, took a clear tumble.

I was, nevertheless, able to keep my head above the waterline.

And finish what I started.

I did miss a few goals (grayed out icons).

But I managed to drag myself to the finish line.

It's sad that such an amazing idea (I'd even say energy), that prompts people from all over the world to write their stories, ends up facing such a serious hurdle. The allegations made were so shocking, especially those involving underage kids that, as a former educator, I will not suggest NaNoWriMo to anyone else and I will definitely not recommend the Youth Writing Program.

May this storm be the motivation to (re)build on more solid ground.

Brand Awareness Report

 

Wonderland 2.0

The secretary was rushing back and forth, folders everywhere. She was so upset that a pile of papers started to spin around all the way to the ceiling. "What's happening?" She threw her hands in the air. "Brand awareness report. I have 10 minutes. 10 minutes?!" He offered to help, but at that point everything was beyond any help. "I quit, there." And she stormed out of the office, a trail of paperwork swirling behind her. He just stood in the corridor, wondering how she had managed to get the papers to do that, a shiver going down his spine.

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Bread

 

Asalia House

"Bread crumbs, I need bread crumbs," thought the restless crow. He wasn't hungry. He just wanted bread crumbs. He read a story about dropping bread crumbs to leave a trail. He wanted to leave a trail! People would trickle out of the forest into the open field and marvel at his beauty! But he found no bread crumbs. He did consider resorting to his collection of glass eyes, but it was becoming more and more difficult to steal them from grumpy Old Maggie. So, he just sat on his scarecrow and waited. And he waited for a very long time!

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Stolen

 

Milk Wood

"Nothing but a crappy painting. A bunch of odd flowers on a dark blue background," she said. The neighbor advised her to have an expert look at it. "Preposterous!" She knew her art. So, she tossed it in the dumpster. When it was dark, the neighbor grabbed it. He wasn't stealing it! He had it appraised and... it was worth a million bucks! He bought a new house and a new car and told everyone he had won the lottery, just in case. Oh, and he still drives by the old house to check the neighborhood dumpster for crappy artwork.

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Detail

 

Nostalgia by Cicca

The doors to the art exhibition opened and a flood of enthusiastic visitors roamed the room. One piece in particular caught everyone's attention. "The detail is remarkable," they said. "Art is a remarkable... thing, isn't it?" And someone replied "Yes, it is, remarkable!" People stared at three copper panels, a nose and two eyes, gigantic and kind of lopsided. "Just remarkable!" And this continued for hours, the word remarkable passing on from visitor to visitor like the plague. Suddenly, the eyes bulged and the nose sneezed on the stunned visitors who quickly decided that art wasn't that remarkable after all.

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NaNoWriMo 2023 Pep Talk

 

Milk Wood

Pep Talk written for the Virtual Writers in Second Life

Ignite Your Creative Fire: A Pep Talk for the National Novel Writing Month

Welcome, writers, to the National Novel Writing Month!

Whether you have mapped your way thoroughly for the upcoming month or you have decided to ride the wave of spontaneity, the time has come for you to embark on an exhilarating adventure.

In the whirlwind of NaNoWriMo, momentum is your greatest ally. Just keep writing, even when your characters decide to rebel or the story seems to run amok. Remember, the first draft is not meant to be perfect; it's all about capturing the essence of your story. Allow your ideas to flow freely. Let your imagination run wild. Word after word, chapter after chapter, build the foundations of your novel.

Every writer faces rough times during the writing process, moments when inspiration seems to vanish and motivation fades. These hurdles are part of your journey. Instead of growing disheartened, view these challenges as opportunities for self-discovery. It's OK to doubt yourself. But know that you will become a stronger and better writer.

Writing can sometimes feel like a solitary endeavor, but during NaNoWriMo, you're not alone. Engage with your fellow writers who are also on this journey. Connect with your writing buddies who can offer encouragement and support. You're part of a collective undertaking. A strong support system provides the motivation you need to keep pushing forward.

As National Novel Writing Month starts, remember that you have the power to create something remarkable. Believe in your ability to write stories that captivate, characters that come to life, and worlds that take readers on fascinating travels. Enjoy the journey! It is as much about self-discovery as it is about writing a novel. NaNoWriMo is your chance to ignite your creative fire and unleash your potential.

So, go forth, fearless writers, and write your way to greatness!

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A Vision of Everything

 

Tim's Dreams

Black and white. A vision of nothingness inside a vision of everything.

And he points. No one knows.

And he moves forward, alone. The balloons he 's holding will be black. The stars hanging from them will be black.

And the more they fly, the less white he will see.

And nothing is there anymore. Just stars hanging from balloons, flying away in silence, ahead of him. No one knows.

And he stops. He wants to smile, but he can't.

Three cheers and all that. Be brave and all that.

Black and white. A vision of everything ahead of nothing.

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Rat Stew

 

Goatswood 2023

"Not inside the cave," they said.

Why? No one answered.

Onward to the cave then.

There was nothing much going on. A few shields with Viking drawings, a few contraptions made of tiny bones, and a dead body.

She couldn't understand what the fuss was all about. Perhaps it was the cattle skull on the wall.

"Rat this, rat that. Stew?! No, thank you," she said out loud. "This dead man looks remarkably good for a dead person."

And then... She didn't see it coming.

The dead man was not dead and, much to her misfortune, she was a rat.

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Part

 

As we part our ways, my dear, I hold precious memories in my heart. We walked along the bridges, watching the gondolas slide by. You were so smitten by the elegant colors that you ate that azalea. I didn't even have to tell you to. And then the green fairy. What a lovely shade of green, you said. I'll never forget you, my dear. I'll take your heart with me. And he opened his suitcase to take a quick look before the train departed. Yes, her heart was still there. Squashing it inside that damn bottle had been a struggle.

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