pseudonym

Pseudoflower

would you know it.

http://kamounlab.dreamhosters.com/pdfs/PLOSONE_2013b.pdf

this little rockcress, tries to be a little yellow rose (potentilla)

I took a little break tonight from writing the book. nanowrimo. which is not the title, but my inspiration.

the book is coming along quite nicely, and if it ever finish it, 

 it will be a rockcress that tries to be a yellow rose

my pseudonym could

be 

puccina monoica 

so the book will gather rust before anyone knows i wrote it

NaNoWriMo

I am writing a book.
Mildly putting it, it is a daunting task ( to use writers' lingo).
I can barely make the amount of required daily word count.
No time to; reread what i wrote, know my characters, no suggestion of some sort of plan, and then there is keeping organized, barely time for that. The characters keep going off in directions i don't want them to go going into some sort of main stream, them wanting to be stereotypical, where i have to rewrite their adventures to have them be totally beautiful uniquely their own selves.
In down time i read Bill Bryson. NOT GOOD i love his book so much , it makes me laugh so much

It makes me feel useless, even trying.
One of his lines i just read, that made me crack up:
"All that is required of you is your willingness to trudge"
Yes Bill, that is easy said when your in the woods. I am good in the woods,
Not here, not on this totally unfamiliar terrain
 of writing a book.

I bare

                                                                                                          ( spring picture)

went to my lover today 
you know her
she the one that flows 
languidly
gracefully
there was ice white
with snow and grey wetness
the dark water
and the sounds
the sounds i didn't know 
would scare me
slightly
creatures in the water 
or beyond
i watched the ice floes
for a long time
it seemed that they
would build onto 
the forming ice bridge
the river freezing over 
while i touched
she touched me
but they did not 
these ice floes
they would first build up
and then duck
 under
to appear 
on the other end
and sail off
and taken in 
by the ripples
of the current
i will never know 
if you lie to me
to protect me
or yourself
i feel cold 
in your water
flow flow flow
flow with me
melt me
melt me
sunshine on the water
or even if
snowflakes were falling
we are all one