NaNoWriMo 2014 Fever

Four days in to National Novel
Writing Month and I still cannot believe I signed up for this. You guys probably don’t remember the last time I posted here (January) and my “excuse” is lack of time.

Really? Yes. Really? Ok, fine! It’s lack of time management. See, I break easily and I cannot be tortured. If I am so in flux and busy and undisciplined with blogging, why would I volunteer for a month long writing challenge?

I’m an insane egotistical, neurotic, sycophant with a competitive streak. Yup. I said it. I’m a writer.

The last time I did NaNo (2010), my life was totally different. I was an online college student with hours of free time at my disposal. Now I work 55 hours a week, run a small business, and it is football season. Signing up was not a calculated move. I keep mulling over reasons why I joined this year but the truth is, it doesn’t matter. I needed to write.

So yes. It’s day four and I’m going to win. If you’re doing NaNo, let’s buddy up (User Name: maxiesteer) online and get this done. I’ve pulled Author Karina Espinosa into the madness, so it’s good to have a few friends along for the ride.

What was your reason for doing NaNoWriMo? Comment below with your motivations!


Instructional: April PAD – Day 8


No one tells you how it will come.
It may arrive in an envelope,
tattered from its travels
or severely stark and crisp,
and just like this,
it begins to change your life.

No one tells you how it will come.
Line after line of anticipation
till you read of their regrets to inform,
their approval or denial,
their pleasure in receiving
your correspondence.

No one tells you how it will come,
but come it will, and there you stand
staring at a tri-folded page
considering the age of your wait:
the one gone or the one to come–
incoming or outgoing patient.

No one tells you how it will come,
but it arrives with a prescription,
a list, and maladies to avoid:
inaction, complacency, fear.
No one tells you how it will come,
because no one knows how to prepare.

Check out for today’s challenge attempts. Leave comments on the ones you like 🙂

Tentative: April PAD – Day 3


The cauldron that is the midst

of the earth topples its contents,
everything molten makes a run
for the exit,
the tilted axis gets its turn at choosing
an outlet. Today’s mountain,
tomorrow’s mole hill.

Tonight’s volcanoes always begin
as something else,
pride in a pack of peaks,
protrusions against a pristine sky
until the tilt, the spill, the hiss
of ash strikes its featherweight blows
at today’s mountain, tomorrow’s mole hill.

The curtain that is the sunrise
will stain of dirty soot from a hidden place,
though it’s washed in a thousand Tuesdays
what’s beneath finds its way out–
a tentative arrival, attentive destruction
burning through today’s mountain,
tomorrow’s mole hill.

The heat beneath searches for relief
and though it flows like oil over skillet,
a cool breeze ignites its permanence.
Rock covered wasteland that once wore
icecaps in its majesty can find
redemption in dormant restoration:
today’s mountain, tomorrow’s foundation.

I literally got out of bed to complete today’s poem. Had a very busy day so I only checked in just now and was unable to read through many of the poems at Poetic Asides. I miss that part of the PAD Challenge, reading others’ attempts.

Has the past ever come back to haunt you in such a way it changes you in the present?