Night Class

A young woman returns home
cold: the darkness held at bay by city lights.
But where fear could stand lies her imagination.
Fending off boredom, and giving her safety.

One night, the bicycle beneath her is a quarter horse,
and she is a ranch hand, returning home from checking the herds
upset as she, he blows at the cold
mentally, she pats his neck, assuring him that home is close

The week before, she was a Trainer
a giant, tiger striped wolf striding alongside.
She keeps a hand on his side
Feeling his intense heat, and strong heartbeat.

Other nights, she is alone
and the eyes of an archer analyze her surroundings.
The dragons are a fearsome foe
but she knows how to read their signs.

As home approaches,
The horse, the wolf, the Kajiit all fall away.
For now her imagination may rest,
tucked away until next Tuesday evening.

The Time Has Come

Fate alone would have me discover NaNoWriMo the first day of November.

I've always wanted to write a novel.
I'm having hot flashes.
I told Alien about it.
I posted it on Facebook.
I'm writing on my blog.
This is as real as it gets guys.

I have a feeling that I'm going to end up with a caffeine addiction after this.  I'm scared.  I'm excited.  I'm going... to start writing.