Five Years — Sunday Morning Songs

Hey guys! It’s been a bit. Hope you are all well. Though I’ve been busy with life, with the kiddos, and writing novels (two of which I finally finished), my subconscious pulls me back here. Well, cheers to five years, WordPress.

Here’s a little poem I wrote this morning while pouring cereal for the kiddos wondering if I could get more sleep if I slept with earplugs. For the love of my life, the one God has given to me, the one who I so wonderfully get to sleep next to in bed, the one who my soul loves. I love you.

Sunday Morning Songs

Sometimes the birds wake
with a song in the beaks,
and sometimes you wake
with a snore in your nose.


A. M. Yeager

Play Time

She dreams of fairies
small with fluorescent wings
twirling and spinning all around
the hyacinths and chokecherries.
She sings and joins in their
jubilee as the sun sets behind
her princess palace high above
the towering pine trees.


A. M. Yeager © 2020

In Pillows

In Pillows

Dawn filters through
muslin white drapes, warm enough
to leave robes on chairs.
Your voice rises, rising me
from the floor where I sleep,
where earlier that warm evening
we laid among pillows and rugs
played with your cat,
read books about photography, sang,
and chatted. Laughed until the moon
shrunk and vanished
into soft oblivion,
and we crashed.


A. M. Yeager 

On Anxiety — Psalm 71

“Though you have made me see troubles,
many and bitter,
you will restore my life again;
from the depths of the earth
you will again bring me up.
You will increase my honor
and comfort me once more.
I will praise you with the harp
for your faithfulness, my God;
I will sing praise to you with the lyre,
Holy One of Israel.
My lips will shout for joy
when I sing praise to you—
I whom you have delivered.”

–Psalm 71:20-23

 



As I waited for my coffee to brew, I grabbed up my Bible while my kiddos played in their room and opened the pages to the book of Psalm. Even before I woke I was feeling anxious about the day, even though it is a normal day for us. These last couple of weeks my anxiety has been a bit iffy, but as I turned to find my favorite psalm I came across 71.

Now the psalms are nice little prayers that I usually like to meditate on in the mornings and evenings. The words in this one struck me while I worried about all the things I had to get done today, which actually isn’t that much, but when you have anxiety, everything is too much.

“You will restore my life again.”

“…comfort me once more.”

“I whom you have delivered.”

Jesus comforts and restores those who call upon His name. He delivers us from sin, death, the devil, and whatever ails us. And my lips did shout for joy and I sang praise as I remembered my baptism, as I put my trust in Christ, and as I thought of this verse from one of my favorite hymns.

By Grace I’m Saved.

6 By grace! On this I’ll rest when dying;
In Jesus’ promise I rejoice;
For though I know my heart’s condition,
I also know my Savior’s voice.
My heart is glad, all grief has flown
Since I am saved by grace alone.

#566 LSB by Christian Ludwig Scheidt

So, as my coffee stopped brewing I felt rather uplifted. “My heart is glad, all grief has flown.” I went about drinking my coffee joyfully knowing that Christ has carried my burdens and anxiety with Him to the cross where they died with Him. Hope you are all having a beautiful day and finding your own joy.

Blessings and love,

-Al ❤

One Morning

I woke with this poem in my mind this morning hoping spring will come early so that we might walk through the park trees sooner rather than later again.

Pens and Erasers

One Morning

I won’t forget the morning
we met early at sunrise
to grab a cup of espresso
before hitting town for
pancakes and eggs
and we never knew
what we were missing
until we walked through
the endless park trees.


A. M. Yeager

View original post

In the Days of Kings — Poetry

futurebccr

 

In the Days of Kings

I can’t remember anymore
how the wind used to breathe
across the plane of my face
or how the sun skipped across
the glass surface of a lake.
Too long ago you spoke
stories of knights and kings–
maids and things that once danced
with flowers in their hair and twirled fresh
in my wanting youthful mind.

But light doesn’t exist here.


A. M. Yeager

Novel Writing — Do I REALLY Need A Structure?

In the last post, I mentioned I finished the first draft of a novel. Though I’ve written over twenty novels, this novel was quite different than my previous ones. It wasn’t the plot, genre, or the characters that made it unusual. Rather, it was the way I structured it.

Now, I’m a hardcore believer in writing how you want to write. Break the rules if you feel that will help you get your story told. I’m not one to plan out a novel. When I feel there’s a story in my head I write it all out as it comes to me. I’ve only ever written an outline twice for a novel.

Yet this time I decided to take a different route. As a stay at home momma, I don’t have time to sit down and “write it all out”. I have about ten to fifteen minutes to write at a time before my kiddos catch on that Momma is on the computer without them. That’s not enough time for me to get out a whole scene, so I’ve found a way to adapt. With, you guessed it, coffee! Kidding, not kidding. With outlining! And by using the Three Act Story Structure.

That’s right, past self, you were wrong! I used to think that structuring your novels was ridiculous. Who wants to read a story with the same structure as everyone else’s novel? Then I asked is it the structure that drives a story? Is it the outline? Is it the plot? No, it’s the characters.

I plan on delving deeper into the Three Act Story Structure in a later post. But I find my writing has grown and I have grown as a writer this year alone. I’m actually writing a second draft! That’s something that has always intimidated me, and it’s actually a lot easier now that I have a plan and a structure for everything.

I am still a believer that a writer is well off doing whatever works for them and whatever works for their story. And I do admit with a smaller, more minor project I am pantsing it currently. But with my larger novels, I definitely find value in this structure.

I hope all your writing endeavors are going well and you’re having fun with it. And stay warm! My fingers are freezing as I type this up. It’s a whole 16 degrees Fahrenheit out there and snowing. Have a beautiful day all.

Blessings and love,

-Al ❤

I’ve Been SUPER Busy

cropped-tree-coffeecr-1.jpgHello there! (If there are still some of you left.) I’ve been away for quite some time. In that time I finished a manuscript of my most recent novel, started another novel, then started a second draft of the finished one. I’ve also been busy with my photography and poetry writing. I even published a few poems. As you might know, I’m a stay at home momma to two beautiful children, and they have definitely been keeping me busy! Also, we adopted a seven-month-old cat who thinks he’s a tiger.

I’ve missed it here and all of you, and I hope to write a bit more in the future now that this whole manuscript thing is coming to an end. I hope you are all well and having a beautiful life.

Blessings and love.

-Al ❤