50k and JH in haiku

Yep, JH is now over 50k, halfway through my projected length. That is a little over where I would like it to be, only because the next scene is my midpoint, so I’m running a bit long. That’s okay. I have finally reached that point of zen acceptance of anything I write. It will all get fixed when I edit. So, scene that consists of nothing but dialogue and scene that is 500 words too long, I am unperturbed by you. You cannot defeat me. I am too cool to notice you.

On the NaNoWriMo forums, I’ve started watching the Suck Haiku thread, where we condense our fictional failings into seventeen syllables. I used to write haiku often, if poorly. I have even, when I studied Japanese in college, attempted, if very poorly, to write it in its native language. So, in the NaNoWriMo spirit of doing foolish things before an audience, I present:

Jackrabbit House Haiku

Hanite builds beasties,
morals make her work harder,
now I must as well.

The Jackrabbit House,
a story named for Rivem:
she needs to speak more.

Lonet hates being poor
but loves her city too much;
loyalty can kill.

What we do for love:
Oakshiver will marry up
for fame and parties.

Bear got tamed, brought home,
made a scene and won a war–
feral life was fine.

Ebrit and Tonlit:
love the way it should be done
meets its end too soon.

And finally, a little nonfiction:

Needed a new view:
three scenes written in a barn,
mice offer no help.

Published by Joyce Sully

Joyce Sully believes in magic and dragons and ghosts, but is not convinced her next-door neighbors are real. So she writes stories. Really, what else could she do?