Captivated by Nature

What inspires me to write? The wind, rain, people,laughter, emotion and above all music. But it is in such things that I find beautiful distraction when I should be working on edits. Yeah I am very human. One of my favorite distractions is youtube. You really can find anything on there. I stumbled across this video and had to share my latest distraction. Enjoy! By the way it is not my video (obviously) As much as I would love to work for the BBC I don't so I'm just sharing. Here is the straight link just in case http://youtu.be/LMhBuSBemRk. See ya on the other side.

Candy Man

Candy Man

She left a quarter
each time you gave her something sweet
walking through the door
it shined beneath my feet

two under each couch cushion
the living room rug
The bedroom
floor to bed
a trail that should have brought pain

Instead
a smile sparked from lips to eyes
you gave her candy
she gave you a quarter
childish games

Candy man
Do it again
your lover
lit the flame
deep within my soul

It is so much easier
 to walk back out that door
A quarter at a time
wisdom was earned
a fighter grew
strength of a warrior who knew

Candy man
and the quarter queen
you may live happily ever after
My regrets none
Candy man
turn your princess child
into your working queen
I am gone

(c)~Rm Brandon 2011~

Last Night

Thunder shook torrential rain from the charcoal sky.
Entwining his thick fingers in her auburn curls he devoured her ruby lips. "I've missed you so much. Your lips are like heaven on my tongue. We don't have much time."
The flames of lust flickered briefly in her aqua eyes. "When will I get you to myself? Just one night to wake up in your arms. Is that so much to ask?"
Her dove white cheek folded in his masculine hand. Pressing his lips gently to the nape of her neck he whispered, " You have my heart. My thoughts are always with you. My dreams are filled with the gentle curve of your back, the sweet smell right here."
Leaving a glistening trail that seared through her flesh , his tongue wandered down the curve of her slender neck. The buttons of her satin blouse surrender at his touch. Gently he licked the lines of her bodice. Lace brazier vanished exposing the flush of her longing. Teasing her breast with the heat oh his breath his hands slid into her jeans. Fingers caressed the wet between her legs. With a moan her head fell back. A smile spread from his lips to his teal eyes. "That's my baby right there."  Moans of ecstasy filled the room. Outside the second story office sirens blared. Red and blue lights split through the window casting an eerie hue on their glistening bared flesh. His body shivered. His face buried in her thick curls, "If only we had met each other first." Wrapping her arms tightly around his waist, her fingers trailed down his spine, "We will always have these stolen moments. I would give anything to trade her lives. She doesn't appreciate what she has."
Lifting himself off of her with a long passionate kiss he whispered, "You have far more than she ever will. You have my heart. She has only a ring and a memory." Gathering her clothes from the floor she smiled lovingly, "For now that is enough. But one of these days I want a night too."Slipping his shoes casually on, he replied, " I would much rather have a night of you. But not tonight I have to get going the kid has some kind of thing I have to smile and pretend to listen to. I'll call you when they've gone to sleep." She looked to the door as he slipped casually through. Guilt, dread and loneliness crept into her chest. The in dash clock flashed 6:45 pm. "Oh man I'm so late." Through the windshield emergency lights flashed next to rolled vehicle. The shiny underside of a flattened car and blown tires left no indication of the vehicles make. "Fucking idiots, every time it's rains." He jerked the wheel down a side road to avoid the growing line of traffic.Pulling into the driveway his mind replayed their tryst. Hand on the door handle he uttered, "I'll see you in my dreams." With a sly smile across his lips he clutched a bouquet of flowers from the truck seat  and dashed through the front door of their two story home. Expecting to hear his wife berate him for making them late, he readied an excuse. Silence. Flicking on the foyer lights he called out. Silence. Turning he scanned the drive. Her car was gone. "Oh shit." he mumbled. His cell phone. The thin black device flipped open revealing 2 missed call, 2 voice mails.His wife's number. "Dumb-ass, the volume is still down." Dialing send he listened with a growing lump in his throat to the voice mails. "Hey I completely forgot to pick up the father, daughter corsages for tonight's banquet.Running up to the florist real quick, I'll be right back. Haven't had a chance to talk to you yet and this isn't really how I wanted to tell you but I have some huge news. Can't wait to see you. I love you more every day." Rolling his eyes he turned back into the house. " Scatter brain. Well at least I have time for a shower now. Being late is now her fault."Glancing at the clock again his voice mail rolled to the next message. "I don't think I'm going to make it. There has been an accident. I'm sorry I wanted to be there. Please remember I will always love you." Ragged breathing replaced the words she tried to say. After a long pause of silence the voice of a man filled the line, "I have a DOA in this car, but it's going to take the jaws to extricate. " The call ended. He crested the top of a long flight of stairs that turned into their bedroom. "What the ....." Flipping on the light switch, tears welled in his. She had covered the bed with rose petals. In the center of the petals stood a candle, a blue envelope proped against its base with his name carefully written on the outside. Hands shaking he opened it and read, "To the love of my life, 12 years ago today we made a promise to eachother to have and to hold, to love and to cherish, in sickness and in health til the good lord calls us away. It hasn't always been easy, but I have learned from watching you. I have nursed you when you were sick, explored with you in health. We have weathered debt and excelled in wealth. Every night when I close my eyes you are the last person I see. Each morning when I wake it is your smile that greets me. The smile that lights your face in the morning light reminds makes me love you more everyday. Even though it's hard to imagine loving you more than I do today, I remember how much I loved you when we said I do. I never would've believed how much that love would grow. Thank you for every night, every morning and the endless mornings to come
All my heart
Your wife

Ps we are going to have another baby! Notice the color of the envelope, we finally get our little boy."

Sobbing deeply he startled at the ring of the doorbell. The card still clutched tightly in his hand, he slowly crept to the door. A somber faced man stood on the side. The officers eyes spoke volumes, "Sir, there has been an accident."
Memories flooded his mind. Charcoal clouds filled his eyes, the color drained from his face. The sky unleashed the tears of angels. His words drifted into the wind,
"It was our anniversary....."

(c) R.M. Brandon 11/14/2011

"The night was hot. The night was humid. The night was.....Sultry. That's it kill her." Yep, one of my favorite movie lines. From Throw Momma Off the Train, it definitely describes my mind set right now. Why? Because I am searching for better. The final push of edits before I turn my manuscript back over to my publisher and say this is my best. Writing The Green Man's Curse in and of itself wasn't that hard. There was the challenge of sleepless nights pounding my thoughts into the keyboard. Groggy, long shifts of work running off caffeine and nicotine. Juggling life while trying to ebb the pictures out of my mind. So, almost a year after my novel found a home, I am finally learning why writers say the art of writing. It's not about saying it, it is saying it so well the words live inside the reader. That is what makes the art of writing challenging. Yeah I am stalling. The thesaurus has become my best friend, followed closely by google, and trailed by the minds of anyone within ear shot of my pleadings for another word for... The problem is, there is this amazing movie playing in my mind when I peck away at the manuscript, but finding that "perfect" word so what I feel is what the reader will feel, is just not that easy. If you have any amazing word suggestions out there, throw them my way! Heh I wonder if there is a writer somewhere holding up a sign that says "Will work for words". Yep I have an odd mind. Well, I guess I have to stop stalling and dive back in. Here are some new words I have stumbled across in my googling enjoy and share back.

bête noire : That particular dreaded or detested or feared person (literally, "black beast") to be at all costs avoided, to whom one is perversely averse. An old rival? An aggravating pest? An ex-husband? Whichever, your bugbear and pet hate as a human or subhuman being.

 philargyist : One who loves money, or who is nummamorous or lucrepitous. Estimates vary, but there is general agreement that the portion of our planet not covered by water or ice is covered largely by philargyists. Philargyists are otherwise known as mammonists, chrematists, philoplutaries, aphnologists and plutolators. The money lover who is driven by a fear of poverty is a peniaphobe.

• scobberlotch: to loaf around, doing nothing in particular
• dudder: to deafen with noise
•  bosky adj. having an abundance of trees or shrubs / relating to woods

Mail Order Babies?

Well, I decided on a bit of a research break so I figured I would share a tid of what is twirling through my head. Book two of the Witan Vid series :Plagues and Promises delves into the realm of genetics. The implications of in vitro fertilization, genetic selection, and human cloning can be debated from all sides. This is not a debate, simply an evaluation of the overwhelming technological jump our society has taken in as little as the last twenty years. 


     Recently I ran across a statistic that implied as many as 80% of women in today's society no longer see marriage as a necessary institution. With the divorce rate averaging 50% custody battles, visitation, child support. All of the experiences that make women cringe at the thought of I DO. What if we had the ability to eliminate half of those conflicts? According to the Center for Genetics and society at http://www.geneticsandsociety.org/section.php?id=82 genetic selection is already being used to create "savior siblings". What if we could separate the human DNA chain enough to build completely perfect children free from disease ? How many women would be willing to create a life from their egg and a genetically engineered sperm created from an essential catalog of features built from multiple donors?


No custody battles. No child support. Just a life. As a society we already have the technology. We also have 14 year old girls being impregnated. Relationships become complicated, children get stuck in the middle. So I suppose the question I pose to you or maybe just to myself is should creation be regulated? With the world population surpassing 8 billion, is it time to say who, when, and how children are brought in this world? Who would decide? 


Regardless of where you stand on the ethical implications of playing with genetics, you have to concede tp the point if we can save a life, we should. But how far is too far?  If you don't know what in vitro entails you can find the details here 
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/In_vitro_fertilisation.  Having held the hand of people from all walks of life, I find  perfect is the lack of ordinary, sometimes the presence of simplicity, and occasionally, just simplicity. If I had to choose the perfect traits of an individual from a catalog they wouldn't be in there. Perfection isn't found in an IQ, hair color, eye color, skin color. That might be aesthetic beauty, but perfect is a motion, an emotion, compassion, sympathy, the spark that is carried in the purest of souls, the light that makes this cold world worth living in. Net worth has nothing to do with bank account numbers. Well that is what is wandering through my head at the moment.
 
What are your thoughts?