Boneyard, Writers Garden

by ZacharyWGilbertMay 15, 2017May 15, 2017

Writing, like growing,

the next chapter demands risk,

stories sent to die.

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Dear friends,

It is time for me to begin sending submissions out to be considered for publication. In 2016 I was comfortable in just sending out Opinion articles to the local paper. Short 300 word musings. That was an amazing experience, I think 16 made it to the light and were read by people I never met. Now, I need to get brave and start sending out bigger and bolder pieces. I read ‘On Writing’ by Steven King about 10 years ago. It was supplemental reading for a 200 level English credit creative writing class. I remember him saying something about the large spike he put on his wall to pierce rejection letters. For those of you old enough to remember the deli’s numbered ticket dispensers, they would have that spike on their desk to skewer the numbers as the customers placed their orders. Anyhow. My plan, is to submit, and see what happens. Rejection letters along with silence, will bring my writing to the boneyard. Meaning, I will post them for the blog community to perform salvage, or perhaps hold services and say goodbye. In either case, I want to set a goal of 100 rejections, as in, I will submit 100 writings by the end of 2017. If my writing gets better by 101, then it will be worth it. The ‘Boneyard / Writers garden will be my digital spike, and I think I may grab one from the hardware store today.

Fellow readers,

Fellow writers,

Shall we begin a salvage writing collaboration?

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Pink Morning Haiku

by ZacharyWGilbertMay 11, 2017

Marry, white and red,

pink hued children dancing,

on morning clouds.

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Smell, pink rose petals,

friends dissolve into love’s ache,

red lips soon dance.

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Pink banners wave proud,

“Die Cancer!” tears and smiles

fight, cell rebellion.

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Dear Writer, about that broken pen

by ZacharyWGilbertMay 10, 2017

Dear Writer,

Sorry, that I have been away for awhile. I have been busy on my journey to my first four year degree. I wont be earning it until I am 41 years old. Isn’t writing the same? Why do writers consider failure to be permanent within one failure, and one rejection. I tried to go to Art College in my twenties. I learned about story, and character development, but before my junior year was over, and I realized I was spread very, very thin, I quit. I thought my failure was permanent. It took years for my to dust myself off and try writing. Failure is only be temporary, if you get back up, and are perpetually trying. Dear Writer, your readers are out there, waiting for your tale. It may not be for everyone, but be assured, it is for them. Your next project may be your breakthrough project. Your next submission, might be the one chosen. I find joy in the act of writing. I will do so until I die. As for my readers, I will embrace them when we finally meet.

Lone Wolf at the table

by ZacharyWGilbertMay 5, 2017

“Most people, don’t do it that way,” lacing his fingers behind his head, he leaned back and let out and a sigh, “Most people,” he smirked under his peppered mustache, “don’t really see any thing wrong with leaving things the way they are.” I leaned forward, layed my gun on the table, and offered him a 40 year smile, “We’ll then, good news for ya, I am not most people.”

To un-write the none

by ZacharyWGilbertMay 3, 2017

Again, it is, that the moon siphons my ambition.

Stories on life support, their pulses faintly scratched in the black book I keep in my pocket.

I have wanted to have a book put together by now.

And yet, I have none.

Blogging, is my daily driver. To write. To have consistency.

I have a flash fiction story, in my orange notebook, written quickly in red. Now it hungers to be read.

Excuses to not write, there are none.

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Zachary W Gilbert, Author

Encouragement Perhaps