Last Day--Questiad--COLORS IN THE WIND

This is a Questad poem. For an explanation you can go here.
Here's mine:

COLORS IN THE WIND

Kind Blue tries to blend into the blue-shot beyond.

Red is hotter than ruby blood, pump, pump, pumping through the universe' veins.

Green breathes silvery sylvan song into my ears, tickling.

Yellow, like bee-striped buzzing, tracking as sunflowers their deity across the golden sky.

Purple is a royal cloak, spread velvety over the jewel-studded hills.

Orange, like the blazing noon-day sun, sears truth into the eyes and mind. 

But  ah, Indigo! Indigo is mysterious, magical music dancing and skipping from star to star, its toes tipped in inky frost flowers. Indigo is the night sky just before the moon dips down into its daylight stall. Indigo sings through my mind and being, filling me with sparkling laughter.

© 2014 by H. Linn Murphy

The 29th Day--Hyperbole Poem--Buttons

On this next to the last day of April's National Poetry Month I greet you. Today's poem is a Hyperbole Poem about which you may read here. And this is my poem:

BUTTONS

Buttons are the greatest things

They keep our clothes intact.

Just think if you had none of them

There'd be a bad impact

Buttons keep our shirts on

And sometimes pants as well

And if you cut off all of them

Embarrassment would tell

Sometimes I think that buttons

Must often feel so small

So many of them look the same

No claim to fame at all

But when you do without them

You wish that they were there

Keeping it all together

And in resplendent care.

© 2014 by H. Linn Murphy

Writing Process Blog Hop--Passing the Baton

Passing on the Baton

Diann Thornley Read is a good friend of mine. In fact I would have put her name in for this hop if she hadn't named me first. You can find her here.

So these are the questions I'm answering today:

1) What are you currently working on?  

I'm writing the middle of LETTERS FOR STEPS, I just finished editing Donna Hatch's book THE CARRIER, and I'm editing my own book, KIRSTEN CONFUSED (working title) along with doing loads of book reviews and poetry. I'm also waiting for re-write orders for the book Walnut Springs is publishing called SUNRISE OVER SCIPIO and another called SUMMERHOUSE which are supposed to come out momentarily. I am never not busy or bored.

2) How does your work differ from others in its genre?  

That's a broad question because I write stuff all over the map. In LFS I write about two missionaries from the perspectives of both being a missionary and from being an investigator--the whole "locking your heart" process. I tell the stories in my head. When I'm writing Sci Fi it's never without a little bit of romance. I like to have my paranormal works have a little mystery to them. My dystopian stuff has an element of romance and hope. I can't stand reading dystopian works that don't at least have that tag end of hope--that sunset at the end of the day which promises a new world in the morning. I want to read fabulous writing that isn't full of garbage like bad language or sex. I have to admit some of my action scenes get a little jiggy but I try to keep it something I'd be happy having my fifteen-year-old read.

3) Why do you write what you do?

I write because there's a story in my head BANGING to get out. My characters plague me until I write their story. And sometimes they hijack the plot. I write because I love it. Writing is my creative vent. Before, it was doing murals on people's walls or illuminating medieval manuscripts. I have to be creating something wonderful. I write because I want to read great material and I want to fill the world with that great material. That's also why I'm a Work In Progress...:o)
 
4) How does your writing process work?

I make a rough outline. Then I go back in and plug things in. I go back in and back in until everything sounds right. Then I polish until it shines. Mostly ideas come to me as I'm sitting there at the computer. Occasionally I work out plots while doing other tasks, though. I don't know how many scenes I've hashed out while hanging laundry.

I'd like to nominate four of the others I think are fabulous (Only four. There are so very many others...sigh):

Donna King Weaver
Donna Hatch
James Artimus Owens
Joyce DiPastena

Check out these four and their four and their four. Woo hoo, Authorception!

THE ABRAHAM ENIGMA Review

Last night I finished THE ABRAHAM ENIGMA. I couldn't put it down until long after 1am. What a wild ride! I loved it! Jack Lyon's book combines Egypt and its pyramids and fabulous treasure vaults with treacherous spies and a pinch of romance, all wrapped in a scriptural enigma.

I've read through the Pearl of Great Price many times. The pictograms in it always intrigued me. This book works at further explaining a few of the images which always before seemed like...well...Egyptian to me. It is a work of fiction but those items of nonfiction are clearly marked.

David Hunt, an FBI agent, and his new wife, April, are sent on assignment to Cairo to ferret out who keeps letting terrorists into the USA. While there, they become embroiled in (or rather fall victim to) a plot to blow up the embassy. They use what they learn of Egyptian antiquities and the book of Abraham to navigate the traps of an insidious group of men.

I greatly enjoyed the refreshing relationship the Hunts share. David acknowledges his wife's additions so nicely that I fell in like with him too. I also love the way they use scripture to decode what they find in the Necropolis. This book is well worth reading.

If you can shake your de-Nile long enough, you can purchase this book here.

Day 28--What If Poem--Moon Meal

The poem today is a What If Poem. You can read about it here.

Here's mine:

MOON MEAL

What if there was a stairway up to the moon?

I might pack a lunch and climb and climb until I got there.

What if it was actually made of green cheese?

I could take crackers and a cheese knife and have a picnic.

What if the stars tasted like silvery fish?

I would cast a net and drag in a few and have fish and cheese and crackers for dinner.

Want to join me?

© 2014 by H. Linn Murphy

Sunday the 27th--ABCB Poem--Sky Song

This is a nature poem I did previously in honor of Sunday:

SKY SONG

The sunset flamed like a fiery peach

Rippl'ing ever so high

And soon it faded to dusklight

Scattered jewels on a black velvet sky.

© 2014 by H. Linn Murphy

Finding Mr. Wrong Review

Recently I read a frothy little book called FINDING MR. WRONG. It was a fast, fun read.

Charlene (Charlie) Randall is looking for a good man. Her next door neighbor, the Italian stud Damian Giovanni isn't going to cut it. His morals make him all wrong for the part of Mr. Charlie.

No. Charlie has her sights set on hottie Maxwell Harrington, who unfortunately never knew she existed before.

But armed with a list of ten things she can do to attract a man, she sets out to snag her guy. The problem is, things keep going badly awry. Who knew they sold poisonous flowers at the local flower shop? And what guy is ever allergic to chocolates?

The thing is that after every mishap, Damien is there to pick up the Charlie pieces. Finally she decides if she can't beat him, she can let him join her in attracting the Max-ter.

If you'd like to find out if her list worked, buy FINDING MR. WRONG here.