Gothno starts on Friday ! how crazy is that? I mean it's almost the close of 2010! So much has gone on this year it's ridiculous.
Gothno starts and the ideas in my head keep shifting. Right now I'm focused on this idea of the African vampire myth- loogaroos. I found it fascinating that it's actually a witch stealing the blood for the devil not herself. I've formulated a basic plot in my head but no character specifics.
There is a cursed family- matriarchal of course.
There are loogaroos.
It's setting on a Caribbean island on an old sugar cane plantation.
Scene 1 - a black woman wrestles in bed with a terrible headache and blinding vision on a rainy day
There is revenge. I haven't decided how gorie it will be though.
I need Jamaican names and a family tree maker.
Also need to set up Lquid Storybinder fir this project.
Monday, September 27, 2010
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
GOTHNO
Gothic Writing Month is QUICKLY approaching! Next weekend and it will be the creepy month of October!!! I don't do Halloween so much but I love Gothic literature and the fashion style as well. I mean- look at my blog picture heading LOL (or maybe that should be muuuuahhhh)
If you love Gothic writing, if you write horror, etc. step on over into the Gothnowrimo board http://gothnowrimo.proboards.com The more the creepy the demented merriment! ;)
If you love Gothic writing, if you write horror, etc. step on over into the Gothnowrimo board http://gothnowrimo.proboards.com The more the creepy the demented merriment! ;)
Sunday, September 12, 2010
The Place I long For- based on a prompt from a writing group
I long to be in his arms. The soft fuzz that dusts his skin, the chocolate skin that smells like outdoors and man. I long to be curved into the cleft if his chest at night when the tropical birds call love songs and the crickets chirp a refrain and the geckos skitter together in moonlight dances. I long to be curled against him feel his heart beat against my back. Feel his thighs curved against the back of my own. I long to feel his arm over my waist his fingers strumming my belly. That place where we fit together perfectly. I long to be there feeling his breath against my neck. To feel the scruff of his beard rough and sexy against my cheek, my neck, my breasts. I long to be in the place where nothing but the two of us exists in perfect love and harmony. I long to be in the tropical heaven of my lover's arms.
By JLDenman sept. 6, 201
By JLDenman sept. 6, 201
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Rage
Velvet shades of crimson rage Slide down sill to cloak my eyes in violent waves of roiling cloth.
Inspiration in a Pail by JL Denman
It was pail
grey
metal and dented
nothing queenly
nothing demure
...nothing kind
White washed
peeling
smashed in the side
A pail thing rusting in the wet winter rain
Then I saw
it slip into something fine
glamorous
divine
silvered and renewed
Droplets of crystal glittering between over cast clouds
picking up the sunlight striving to peek through
Dents changed to curvatures
rust turned to reflecting pools catching water
stirring it rouge
Grass beneath, cradled the over turned tin
From its roots a peek of yellow begins
Sturdy green flesh twisting up toward the playful sun
A wee puff bud spun through with faint orange wisps
Precious dainty tulip
I found inspiration in a bucket
rusting and withering away to
nourish beauty in its decay.
grey
metal and dented
nothing queenly
nothing demure
...nothing kind
White washed
peeling
smashed in the side
A pail thing rusting in the wet winter rain
Then I saw
it slip into something fine
glamorous
divine
silvered and renewed
Droplets of crystal glittering between over cast clouds
picking up the sunlight striving to peek through
Dents changed to curvatures
rust turned to reflecting pools catching water
stirring it rouge
Grass beneath, cradled the over turned tin
From its roots a peek of yellow begins
Sturdy green flesh twisting up toward the playful sun
A wee puff bud spun through with faint orange wisps
Precious dainty tulip
I found inspiration in a bucket
rusting and withering away to
nourish beauty in its decay.
Sassy
Sassy by JL Denman 2009
Lick your lips shake your hips put that funky sway into your back. Paint them nails swish your tails put that sexy swagger in your pants booty working boobies perkin' up the boys, such sass! But watch out girl it's a whole new world [when 40's on your ass]
Lick your lips shake your hips put that funky sway into your back. Paint them nails swish your tails put that sexy swagger in your pants booty working boobies perkin' up the boys, such sass! But watch out girl it's a whole new world [when 40's on your ass]
Friday, January 1, 2010
100 Miles Fitness Challenge
I also signed up for the 365 photo challenge.
I signed up for CWJ 2010 jewelry challenge.
Of course the will be NANO challenge in November.
The Gothic novel challenge in October ?.
What other challenges are there out there fore me to do? We shall see. Maybe if I fill my year up with challenges I'll actually move forward beyond this stress and whatever other emotionally messes/blocks I've got going on!
I need to go buy a cheap 2010 calendar!
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