And they're off!!!

Day 2 of NanoWriMo and I am up to 25hundred words or there about. I want to be at 34 before I go to bed tonight. Like last year I find myself struggling with the words. I don't know the characters yet or what they are like so it's harder to let them do what they want but I know it will come. I had to give myself permission not to write the BiS sequal today. Something about my Heroine just doesn't seem to gel with the world I created last year. It's only the second day so we'll see what happens. My obsession with Supernatural is having an effect on her I think. Either that or the picture of a brooding Dean on my laptop LOL.

So I'm not really a poetry kind of person. Couldn't write it to save my life and I really don't read too much of it. Having said that there are some pieces that seem to resonate with me. My mum posted a poem on her blog that I hadn't read in years. To be honest I had forgotten about it, and how much I like it.

~~ "Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night" ~~


Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rage at close of day.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightening they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn to late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze light meteors and be gay,
Rage rage against the dying of the light.

And you my father there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

- Dylan Thomas
1914-1953