Write on, Write Strong is my motto. To write something effective is not always easy. So many of us have heard, it takes 10,000 hours to learn this craft. Well, that isn’t encouraging, not at all. But isn’t it the fun in it that keeps us all going? The highs it gives us…and the lows. So I say, does it matter how long it takes if you are doing something you love? So get out there and Write, Write, Write!
Beginning of Nyx, Shadow of Light:
Her death made me see what goes bump in the night. Born in shadow, few face the shadow of light. Shadow fortifies light, and light fortifies shadow, reinforcing yet reducing. Those words, those cryptic and convert words, recurred often from my cunning Grandme. I always thought she meant live life to its potential with all its faults. Never was I so wrong. Naïve, shrouded in shadow, just like she said, with the wool tightly pulled over my eyes. And now she was gone.
My entire family collected on the south plot of High Hill Cemetery. Lines of black grew around our Pastor. The yellowed leaf strewed knoll crunched beneath our every step. Autumn’s chill in the Colorado Rockies never bothered me before, but on this day, it did.
Grandme lay neatly inside her new permanent metal residence. We gifted rings of roses and fists full of posies. Lilies white as snow blanketed her ebony casket. The floral aroma overcame the brisk air, nipping at my cheeks.