Three haiku (is the plural ‘haikus’? That just sounds wrong…) for today. A rested brain is a productive brain. Actually, I realised that my brain is like the Dalek that appears in Dr Who (Rob Shearman’s Dalek: the one with heart): if you torture it, it will be stubbornly silent. But if you treat it with kindness, it will speak.
At least, that’s the theory.
Anyway, haiku #1:
tangling his body in hair
one girl is screaming
innocents to predators
–witches are involved.
HItler’s dog is easy when
you are both in hell.
‘Evil Sean’ has appeared (not so evil yet, but my story’s getting critiqued tomorrow so this bird might be singing a different tune in 24 hours…) and I have no idea how he’s going to find the time to maintain this level of thorough ‘evilness’.
Tonight will see me reading/critiquing 3 stories, and tweaking last week’s story to incorporate some of the suggestions I received. And then it’s on to Week Three story (the opening is in my head, asking to be let out…)
Angela is here with chocolate. Gotta go. 😉