After finally getting my laptop fixed after weeks of it being dead there were so many plot bunnies running around I could barely keep track of them for more then a few minutes. Even though most of them were very small, they were still at least there. As I set my laptop down I decided it's about time to write another chapter, but it seemed all of the bunnies that were scampering around were wispy and not quite visible.
Well that had never happened before … regardless I ran around to try to catch one. Every time I got close it would disappear or a wall would appear out of nowhere and block it. This went on for nearly an hour and I was very confused and really wanted to write something, but I didn't know what. I couldn't write without having a plot bunny.
And then I realized it. I had a horrible case of writer's block.
What do I do? What do I do?! I-I-I-I-I-I wha? Oh no! But…. but …but …but … I NEED to write something! Gahhh! Why is this happening? What did I do to deserve this?! What happened to all the awesome plot bunnies? The plot thoughts? I don't even have a barest hint of what to write. Where'd it all go? Who am I without my stories? Surely, I must have some sort of something written down somewhere.
And once that sane thought finally graced my brain with its presence I ran to go find my old notebooks, the ones from the time before I had a computer. After looking through the fifth book and coming up it nothing I found a series of haikus about Russia and Canada. They were a little sad and not done, just something I had written in the good ol' days when I actually had enough ideas to keep me up a night. And with some serious editing it wound be somewhat acceptable. Set to the new task I got out my laptop.
A small frozen pool
Surrounded by crystal snow
Reflects all my woes
.oOo.
By it a small boy
With tears streaming down his face
They forgot again
.oOo.
Down a snowy pass
A sorrowful man wonders
Seeing only snow
.oOo.
Looking up he sees
A glimpse of red and of gold
By the frozen pool
.oOo.
Footsteps in the snow
Overly cautious and slow
Stop next to the boy
.oOo.
Startled, he looks up
Violet red meets violet blue
They stare through his soul
.oOo.
"Why are you crying?"
The words muffled by a scarf
He tries not to care
.oOo.
Wordless and shocked
He stares for a moment then
Offers a small smile
.oOo.
The man never knew
what had made him cry that night
But he gained a friend
.oOo.
Years later on the
Snowy ice, laughs a boy with
A friend and a smile
.oOo.
Then the buzzer rings
The loud crowd breaks into cheers
The two are happy
.oOo.
The two think back to
A small frozen crystal pool
That ended their woes
.oOo.
I sit back and sigh. Well, that didn't turn out too badly… hopefully. After saving and looking around I notice a few bunnies have come out of hiding. They were still blurry though. Maybe I'll write more tomorrow. A stand and began to make some pasta.
hey!~
*sighs* i remember writing those haikus... vaguely... it was very late at night and about a year ago. anywho~ sorry for the long wait. the next one should be significantly faster. *nods*
please leave a review!
tons-o-lov
TreesAndCheese