The Smallest Things

They say the smallest things leave lasting impressions, the smallest things matters most. In this case, the smallest things catches a readers eye and gives the writers migraines. That's right, the synopsis. You know, that little small paragraph on the back of the book. The paragraph that draws you in. Yeah that. The synopsis. Now, I'm on chapter 14 of my novel and I've been avoiding writing one like it has the plague. But I did it. It took me a while to do it. Along with the help of a few friends, I think I have it. Emphasis on "I think." So here goes...something

Abandoned by her father and ditched by her ex boyfriend, Passion DeWitt steers clear of love and decides to cleanse her soul by reciting poetry. She meets Devin Jones, owner of Poets' Corner, and her decision to stay away from love is tested. Devin is spellbound by her emotional display. He speaks the right words and finally breaks down her barriers. All is well with the two until a family secret sends Devin fleeing and Passion's ex boyfriend comes back to claim what he believes is rightfully his. Will Passion and Devin fight for their love or will their poetic words all be in vain?

Back In Business

Viruses, trojan horses, and all the other terms for little things that continue to wreak havoc on the lives of innocent people. These things will drive a sane person to go crazy. After months and months of writing, finding my flow and wallowing in the fact that I was nearly done with my first novel, what happend? Virus! I had just started chapter 10. Was enjoying myself, bring life to my characters. Now me being a little on the dense side at times, just opened the program and started typing. Just happened to leave for a moment and save it to my hard drive and turned off the pc. Came back later to continue and the computer wouldn't even come on. Hurt? More like crushed.
So for a while, I had to force myself to write. With that being said, I finally finished the chapter that I lost. I was so happy. Chapter 10 is out of the way. I wrote a poem for that chapter. Well the poem goes along with a scene in it. Anyway, here goes...

The more things change, the more
they stay the same
The sand at the water's edge constantly getting washed away
And eroded. Yet day after day...it's there
It's there feeling the pain and confusion
of all who confides in it. Of all who decides
to let the water be the ear of comfort...
of all who lives
Today I give it my pain. Wash away the hurt and the
pain.
Cleanse my soul and make me whole again.