Forty-Fifth Paradox Writing

It’s roughly been a year since the Forty-Fifth Paradox first opened its doors. I looked up on Wikipedia typical anniversary gifts, and I came up with these: Paper, Cotton, and/or Clocks. Apparently Americans ( “traditional” ones give paper, and “modern” ones give clocks) need a concrete reminder. British people apparently need to clothe themselves more. While I’m too poor to actually buy you a pad of paper (or a card), or a time keeping device, I do want to wish my guests a Happy Anniversary!

A lot has changed in the past year. One thing you have have noticed already: the colors you’re staring at will long longer give you a migraine. I do try to give my guests the most comfortable (or most engaging) experience possible, and believe me, the old theme bugged me too. Another thing that’s changed quite a bit (and quite often) is the rate I post. For a while (out of guilt) I tried entertaining everyone everyday, which proved to be too big a drain on my time and mental resources. At one point last fall, my guests would be lucky to find fresh accommodations once a month. I’m still trying to find a happy medium, but at least everyone will stay alert and on their toes (or subscribe to the feed.) Probably less noticeable is one giant upgrade the Paradox went through earlier this week. Some unlucky readers would have noticed the locked door and technological gibberish spread at the top of the page. I do apologize, and I can assure all of you it won’t happen in the future if I have anything to do with it.

How can you participate in the celebration? I have a few suggestions:

• http://www.facebook.com/search/?q=Melody&init=quick#/pages/Melody-J-Jacobs/44045265045?ref=ts.
  
• Comment here with your favorite poem, drabble, short story, or novel excerpt. Your input could very well change the direction of the Forty-Fifth Paradox.

Come on in,

It might not be what you expect,

But who wants the expected?

Who wants the old, the used, the endlessly recycled ideas?

Come on in,

And have a seat by the fire,

Continually burning with the bluest flames,

And warm yourself,

But try not to get burned.

You’ve made it to the Forty-Fifth Paradox, and now you sit reading at the halfway point between truth and fiction. Enjoy your time here, I know I will. Lean back as far as you dare on your chair, prop up your feet, and relax as sensory images and various feelings wash over your person. I, your host, am a creative writing major which found a place to polish my writing, and to let my imagination pour out in all directions for your reading pleasure.

Here at the Forty-Fifth Paradox, we have a different system, but a simple one.. A few posts will be chapters, or portions of chapters of a novel idea I’ve been tossing around. It involves a cold case, a confessed killer (or an unconfessed liar?), a prison ministry participant, faith, skepticism, and of course, teenagers. ;P . Other posts will be drabbles (200 words or less), one shots (300+ words) and poetry. You, the reader and guest, play a key role in the upkeep of the Forty-Fifth Paradox.

• Your favorite post thus far: a comment saying why

But wait! Sit by the fire a bit longer, and I’ll let you know of another way your input makes a difference. Leave a comment with a keyword you want the next post (drabble, one shot, or poem) the first five will be bolded in the next post. By the flip of a coin, I’ll choose between poetry and prose, and then between one shot and  drabble. (In some circumstances, drabble will be more likely, due to time constraints.)

Alas, your hostess must end yet another day, and head to the back for some well deserved rest. Feel free to linger by the fire, but please put out the flames if they threaten to burn down this lovely paradox. The fire’s bite is always worse than its bark.