Blossoming moon
in the midnight sky,
ink black and speckled
with stars and souls.
A distant call bleeds
through the darkness,
a shadow creeps.
Clouds swallow the
suspended white orb
then there is nothingness.
Thank you for reading!
-Alina
Author: Alina H. Hansen Writer & Poet
Alina Happy Hansen is a writer, poet, and blogger based in San Francisco. Besides writing nearly 24/7 and reading stacks of books, Alina enjoys watching classic horror films and listening to Stoner Metal. She holds a Bachelors of Arts in English with a Minor in Writing and Rhetoric Studies from The University of Utah.
My First Novel: Week #3 Break (Feb.14th, 2019)
Today is Valentines Day. I have plans tonight with my partner but for now, I am reading and reading and reading. It is my third week on a break from working on my novel. I’ve been enjoying this time, running errands, cleaning and even baking. But now I am starting to feel that I need to get back to work.
I want to wait out the rest of the week and maybe start next week by reading through my second draft again. I’ve done a good job of ignoring my draft and printed manuscript this entire time, trying to put some space between me and my work. I need fresh eyes the next time I read my draft. I’ve been trying not to think about my characters too much and I think it’s been a healthy break. During the last few months, my obsession with writing my novel and working on my characters was taking over my life. I was thinking about my characters all the time, jotting down notes and backstories, analyzing them and trying to shape them into real people. But until I get back into my obsession, I’ll take advantage of this time by reading.
Here is my Goodreads list of what I am currently reading,
What I am listening to:
Thank you for reading about my journey writing my first novel!
-Alina
Dim Light (poem #366)
Dim light illuminates
a gloomy morning,
I wait for the birds to wake
their chirps and shrills
a warning for another
storm or early spring,
the rain falls and
I go back to sleep.
Thank you for reading!
-Alina
Cold Coffin Holds (poem #365)
Cold coffin holds,
memories of
a life past lived now
wasting away. When
there is nothing
not even rotting wood
and bone, finally
forgotten by the
living only then
is death true.
