ROOMS
by Bob Stegner
(Trish Steele)
Rooms is very close to being published. I think it's about two weeks away. I've worked more with Greg Opalinski, who is doing the book's cover design and illustration, and I'm extremely excited about his work and the direction that the cover is going. When it's published, you'll see why!
ROOMS
by Bob Stegner
(Trish Steele)
New Book: "Beatrice"
(Forest)
Beatrice is coming along. It is very different from Rooms, but I'm enjoying the differences. It's not easy to write, but exciting to see it progress. I've written about 34,000 words, and I'm into chapter 14. The book is very intricate, and putting all the pieces together is challenging.
The book is a fantasy/thriller, so I'm working on building the tension as I go through. Also, the amount of fantasy will increase as the book progresses as well as the more dynamic plot elements. I'm enjoying it more and more as each chapter builds on the others.
Poem
The poem below was written in 2006 and coincided with the writing of Wheatgrass: An Irish Fantasy. I've traveled to Ireland a lot and have read a great deal on its history, people, and its rich legacy of writers. This is a poem that has that Irish feel, and I like the story it tells, the picture it paints and the way it ends.
This Day
On summer planes
Of green and peat
She swiftly
stepped
She moved and
flowed
The awesome roar
Round drops then
touched
She knew this day
So by the sea
She took it in
She closed her
eyes
The time ticked by
She thought
Last peek around
She caught a
glimpse
New Book: "Beatrice"
(Forest)
The book is a fantasy/thriller, so I'm working on building the tension as I go through. Also, the amount of fantasy will increase as the book progresses as well as the more dynamic plot elements. I'm enjoying it more and more as each chapter builds on the others.
Poem
The poem below was written in 2006 and coincided with the writing of Wheatgrass: An Irish Fantasy. I've traveled to Ireland a lot and have read a great deal on its history, people, and its rich legacy of writers. This is a poem that has that Irish feel, and I like the story it tells, the picture it paints and the way it ends.
This Day
On summer planes
Of green and peat
Of wind and marsh
And bog
She swiftly
stepped
Around the rock
As sunlight chased
The fog
She moved and
flowed
And smiled her
eyes
Upon the beauty
Green
The awesome roar
Of windward storm
Came in
From out at sea
Round drops then
touched
Her cheeks again
As light still
crossed
Her path
She knew this day
Would ne’er return
To bless her eyes
So soft
So by the sea
As seabirds soared
And cried
Their whistled
tunes
She took it in
All sounds and
sights
And imagined
Secret runes
She closed her
eyes
And dreamed a man
Who touched her
Bright as spring
The time ticked by
The hours moved on
The storm kept
Rolling in
She thought
And pondered
Journeyed home
And finally at her
door…
Last peek around
The wood frame
square
A final look
At sea
She caught a
glimpse
Of her true love
And saw the look
Of me
Copyright © Bob Stegner 2006
Image of Door:
Trish Steel [CC-BY-SA-2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0)], via Wikimedia Commons
Tree/Moon Image from:
Forest Blue Moonlight Wallpapers.. Digital image. Travelization. N.p., 30 June 2012, Web. 16 Mar. 2014. <www.travelization.net>.
Image of Door:
Trish Steel [CC-BY-SA-2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0)], via Wikimedia Commons
Tree/Moon Image from:
Forest Blue Moonlight Wallpapers.. Digital image. Travelization. N.p., 30 June 2012, Web. 16 Mar. 2014. <www.travelization.net>.
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