The Future

 

Hail the great gods of human endeavour!

Upon whose soul we dedicate our lives.

Advancing with bristling fervour.

The future, burning bright as it arrives.

 

Cyclical, ought we not commemorate history?

Gaze upon our ancestors past,

And the beauty of their future visionary,

Defining what today still lasts?

 

For history repeats itself, are we not taught?

Therefore, today is a reflection of yesterday.

An inverted mirror image caught,

Remembered in what was, is and shall be today?

 

Hail the great gods of human endeavour!

Antecedent architects carving the future.

Foundations we cannot sever,

Scars of our past – the future a suture.

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December: What bringeth ye

 

It’s been 4 days since NaNoWriMo but a week since I wrote anything. How well did I do? I failed again. I reached 25 000 words and completed the word count with a sentence that changed the entire premise of the story. Suddenly a character sneaked in and bam, they became the center around which everything else revolved. I did not even see it coming!

So what does that mean? Do I discard what I’ve written, crawl into the fetal position and mourn over my inability to write 50 000 words in a month…again? Well that stage is already past, I’m at the “What’s next!” stage of what I like to call the “Failure to Sit Down and Write Syndrome”, symptoms include procrastination, walks to the kitchen to make coffee, excessive bathroom breaks from multiple cups of coffee, an idea that seems more fun to write etc etc. You get the gist of what I’m saying.