Wordsmithing: WHINING AND WANING - COUNTING DOWN AND TYPING

Wednesday, 10 October 2012

WHINING AND WANING - COUNTING DOWN AND TYPING

HMS DOLPHIN?
I CAN SEE WHY.
Photo credit: NASA, public domain

Time is too slow for those who wait,

too swift for those who fear,

too long for those who grieve,

too short for those who rejoice,

but for those who love,

time is eternity.

Henry Van Dyke

In 1764 HMS Dolphin voyaged to discover the lands in the south of the Atlantic Ocean. Many previously unchartered islands were identified and surveyed. The captain of the vessel was John Byron.

Small ship. Unpredictable seas. Unknown destinations. I bet time moved with heart stopping irregularity once they had passed out of well-known waters.

Voyagers and voyages without the thrill of the unknown you just wouldn’t bother.

The deadline for Harper Voyager open submission is 14^th October. Deadlines smedlines ;) my Voyager project is keeping me busy.

DO YOU HAVE A PROJECT THAT IS KEEPING YOU BUSY?

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Brinda10 October 2012 at 12:27
Good luck!
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dolorah11 October 2012 at 01:30
I hope you make it Elaine.

......dhole
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RETURN: YA Paranormal Romance

I was running late. But, it was nothing I couldn’t make up with a bit of effort. I shook my head. Confident and happy? I smiled. Increasing my stride, I pushed until the muscles in my legs burned. I kept up the pace even when the hill grew steeper.

Magpie Lane was hardly wider than a ribbon that edged the woods but that didn’t stop traffic using it to get to the motorway quicker. Large trucks and fast cars loved Magpie Lane. They sent vibrations running through me rising from the soles of my trainers. I felt the disturbance in the ground, even before the air pressure tried to knock me off balance. I hunched my shoulders as the cab hauling a container spat stones up at me.

Jogging on the spot, at the entrance to woodland, I ached to leave the road and go inside. My Mum was probably still asleep but I could hear her you-never-know-what might-be-in-there lecture buzzing on repeat inside my head. I should run safe. Not even I would argue that running through the woods on my own was the best definition of safe but I wanted to run-wild and the woodland offered me that. This early, I should be safe from axe murderers or perverts in the trees and besides, I was fast.

I jogged down the slope into the trees. From two paces in, I felt different. Freer. It felt so right. Running in the woods did great things for my style. Avoiding the roots and dodging branches forced my stride longer, I had to step higher. The woodland, The Weald, was only a sliver of ancient woodland that the developers forgot to build on but it felt like it could have been anywhere. Everywhere. At any time. The oaks and beech trees dominated the space and the skinny, silver-birches squeezed up beside them. I laughed. For a second, the woods reminded me of school and I needed to run a lot faster.

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Wednesday, 10 October 2012

WHINING AND WANING - COUNTING DOWN AND TYPING

4 comments: