The year that was 2011…
After getting over the third or fourth flood was nothing compared to what was coming. I was on the finish leg of writing my story for which was a project concocted by the great M. S. Gardner and Wicked East Press founder Jessica A Weiss, decided at around October 2010 to do Gardner’s wicked idea. I was part of a group of ten writers, for the first ever series of Wicked Bag of Tales. Of course I was hand picked from a jar and each of the ten writers had to come up with a basic idea or topic for a horror theme.
I was writing my story about an event much worse to hit Australia where I lived; little did I know that I could predict the biggest event to which I could have faced. Cyclone Yasi hit near my town and I could actually remember(even now) the shaking walls, the creaking windows and all the vines leaves and leaves of trees being stripped from their branches and hitting the outside walls and windows of the house; also rain water and dirt that could be picked up by the cyclonic winds. Let me not forget the storm surge which cut our power. Not only that as the aftermath, to awake to find that trees fell very close to my house. With the all ready water level and the extra water from the rain in the catchments, to the added Cyclone Yasi rain, we had the added time to move our cars to a high ground because of flooding.
A week of no power and eating everything we had in the freezer well almost was a lesson that we should cherish what you got. Anyway after February, I think the shock of cyclone Yasi and other things started and soon my writing went in a spiral down like I had a block in my mind. I kept writing but somehow nothing worked except for a poem. Even thought by April my story; Armageddon: End of Days for The Wicked Bag of Horror Tales was published, it was soon overshadowed my my grandfathers death. After two months, I awoke from my dreary goals which was going no where and reprized myself from the moment that I remember the reason I started writing – to enjoy it and love it as a lover and a best friend. That is the moment I released my own burden and live again, as a writer.
That was the day I wrote about myself, my health problems and freed the one part of me wanting something more. With my first trial, then miss and then the second than another reason because of characters and law things, I wrote my third try and got in the Short Sips Anthology. Then when all was done about my true story was accepted also but I am waiting for more which I am sure will come soon.
During which I have started writing the biggest project I would attempt on the third go in November. Nanowrimo I tried four years ago, and then the second but last year was missed because of another project stated above. This year was the most satisfying event of this year.
Its now that I look at the few accomplishments and say well it was a good year.