Colore Unfolds
Posts about writing The Epic: Colore.
People Who Prefer Backroads Do Best
Not too many have the nerve to live the kind of life that makes big dreams into realities to share.
Friday, June 05, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
The Friday freeway traffic, the eager chimes of robins, of sparrows, a blue jay at dawn.
Every morning The Sun paints with a new palette of color. Have you noticed? Candle light isn't a light bulb's consistency. The shine from our star is never the same fire twice.
Sunlight changes in unmeasured ways the colors of the world.
A celestial artist paints a new masterpiece each turn of our planet's sphere called: This Day.
How's your piece of the painting, your life?
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Back to slow poetic morning thoughts in a shock obsessed world.
Thanks for joining me.
Artists, visionaries, free-thinkers, new-thinkers are the only force to ever make a lasting change in the world.
It requires consideration and long hours in quiet reflection to gather and make sense of the dreams necessary to move humanity forward.
Not too many have the nerve to live the kind of life that makes big dreams into realities to share.
People who prefer backroads do best.
Go, go, go.
Done, done, done.
Do, do, do.
Shouts the highway.
Staccato tasks.
Short quick quippy checklists checked.
No time for reflection.
Bottle of Xanax on the nightstand lives.
The human race isn't one that's run; it's a story shared.
How's your story?
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Transition Day today; the air breathes change.
Back to work on The Epic: Colore. When and how often to release it nags on me.
The idea now is to let New-New Hampshire gain traction before releasing much, if any, more.
By the way, I placed NNH on the Kindle Store yesterday. It will be available for purchase today or tomorrow.
I'll place a link to it on Wonder Fell soon.
Thanks for reading.
~ Wynn ~
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Dog. Hat. Raincoat.
All reading is an act of resurrection.
Friday, May 29, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
Words and what they're for. My Life's purpose and what Wonder Fell is all about.
I sit everyday with the sunrise and share my morning thoughts with the world to remind us all what words are for and are.
Sentences are more than cold dead facts for characters in a video game called AI. Language is the living breathing story of creation. Life isn't dead yet; language grows and goes on.
Poets pride ourselves on a conciseness of language. More important than brevity to the success of our work is the form of each poem.
What to write to remind people the true power of words in AI's infancy?
A poet's own Large Language Model of words with every sunrise.
There's no flash here, no sensationalism; just words and what you bring to them as you read.
All reading is an act of resurrection.
Thanks for bringing these words to life again.
Your eyes are like suns pouring the light of the colors of Imagination into these words as you read.
Dog. Hat. Raincoat.
See? You saw them. Somehow, with some ancient magic, you saw them.
Wonder how you did.
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Colore continues.
Interesting what happens when you take on a project as large as Colore. There is no physical way to sit down and write the whole thing. So... you have to pace yourself and know what comes next.
I took time to get better acquainted with The World of Colore itself. World building, as us fantasy nerds call it.
See the maps in any version of any of The Lord of the Rings series for further explanation.
So an introduction: Into the World of Colore, I'll work on today.
Thanks for reading.
Your Friendly Nation-hood Ghost,
~ Wynn ~
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You Are Your Wonder
Within every drop of light there's something worth wondering about.
Thursday, May 28, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
"He treated life like a game and not a gift, and so was always secretly miserable winning or losing."
A line from some prose I'm working on that greeted me this morning.
Speaking of prose-ish things, Colore updates on Friday return again.
Once a week is a good metric, for now.
Back to the sunrise...
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Cool idyllic New England Spring morning. Sparrows chirp, wrens whistle, robins peck and seek through fallen twigs and leaves to pad the nurseries in their nests.
A few kind clouds breeze by.
I sometimes wonder if I should just drop this journal and start the day with more traditional writing to share.
But then I go about the day with all the impersonal flashes of text on screens, screens, everywhere and I keep Wonder Fell rolling.
Words are here to share the human experience of Life. From Media madness to Scientific dull, from Religious sermons to Nature documentaries, from giggling gossip to prophetic Poetry; words define our experience so we can share our experience.
There's memoir to discuss individual moments of an individuals life. But there's another kind of personal writing: original thought.
O/
More than what's sensing Life, we're also what's considering Life.
You are your wonder.
Sunlight falls like rain to color The World.
Within every drop of light there's something worth wondering about.
The Sun rose.
Wonder fell.
What's it to you?
Put some words to your wonder. Call it your life. Enjoy the sunshine. And, as always, from my considering Ghost to yours, thanks for reading.
~ Wynn ~
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You Call The Poets
If the house is burning down, you call the Fire Department. When words are an inferno on every screen, you call The Poets.
Saturday, May 23, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
A pink band of ribbon stripes the northern horizon of evergreen tops.
Songbirds start the choir. Dawn, lights on, game on, another show called: Today.
Everyday we cover the same song again, this symphonic score called: Today.
The same plotlines: Love, Ambition, Hope, and Survival cycle with our sphere. Each day new actors are cast for the same roles.
What song are you covering today?
The idea is to make it new, make it uniquely our own.
On with the show...
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Hope all's well dear reader. Thanks for joining me in this exercise for the morning.
Just a poet sitting and writing what comes to mind with the sunrise everyday surrounded by a world engulfed in a textual fire called The Internet.
If the house is burning down, you call the Fire Department. When words are an inferno on every screen, you call The Poets.
Remembering words make more than billboards; they also compose sonatas, is the cure for all the ills of this modern age.
There's more to language creation than, "Hey, look at me."
But we were discussing the sunrise when The Internet Age and AI sent a notification to light up our phone screen...
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Colore posts start again this Friday. Weekly verses are the best way to deliver it to you.
I'm the humblest poet ever (of all time O/), but the task of writing Colore is monumental. I send it out in installments because it's a great way to experience it. Also, because if I were to sit and finish the whole series before releasing it, I'd have to remain a ghost longer.
Alone time has its perks, but there's more living to enjoy.
This Friday we enter another World, a land called Colore. It's time to start believing in Faerie Tales again.
~ Wynn ~
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Exquisite Tastes
There's fine dining on Wonder Fell.
Wednesday, May 20, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
Summer decided to visit Spring for a couple days yesterday. This morning is muggy, humid potential, an incubator for what's green.
Just a poet's morning journal to juxtapose the algorithmic AI Babylonian Cloud Beast so much of the Internet shows lately. A reminder our words, and so our lives, can be something more than Artificially Intelligent. Our lives can be Beautiful.
Thought we could all use a reminder: We are what we eat. Words and images are part of our diet. There's fine dining on Wonder Fell. You have exquisite tastes. Thanks for reading.
The site's changed its aesthetic over the years. The convention of blogposts to start off with a relevant pic of some sort I've replaced with the first page image of each handwritten journal entry.
Words are enough.
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Did you ever wonder about poets and artists, what our lives are like and for?
There's something else here in every room with you. Some force that makes us want to create and share.
It's more than just the will to survive.
Did you ever look at a sunrise and think 'Wow, that's beautiful'?
Most of us have.
What's up with that?
Darwin and Einstein can't help make sense of that reality. We need artists and poets to answer that call.
O/
A certain sentiment like a certain sunrise swells in an artist. Perhaps it's an idea for a story, a memory of light for a painter, a melody like a robin's song for a musician. This dream fills the artist with hours of joy and reflection.
We all have daydreams like that.
The difference between an artist and a non-artist is in the generous desire to share the joyful dream.
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Another verse of Colore posts soon.
The World Building phase is through.
I like weekly posts for the frequency. A throwback to the days before binge-able television shows. Once a week episodes for The Epic. Something to look forward to.
Fridays work.
New-New Hampshire is just about set to land on The Kindle Store. Depending on how stream-lined that process is and how quick finishing up Wonder Fell's clean-up goes decides whether Colore posts this Friday or next.
Business thoughts...
Writer, editor, publisher... just a guy who loves sharing his joyful dreams in hopes they're as much help to you as they've been to me.
Thanks for reading. Have a joyous dream, share it, call yourself an artist and have a wonderful day already.
~ Wynn ~
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A Deep Breath of Dreams
Daydreaming is like shopping for a story. Then, it's like cooking.
Sunday, March 29, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
How's the day?
The first light of dawn, the sky starts to showcase blue.
Sometimes the morning just wants to watch the morning.
There's no such thing as an idle daydream. Everything matters; everything adds up.
Dreaming is part of living, as necessary as breathing.
Conscious daydreams are taking a deep breath of dreams.
And what are dreams for?
How come you don't know?
All the stories, myths, Scientific theories, and tales live in a place called The Imagination.
Daydreaming is like shopping for a story.
Then, it's like cooking.
We choose ingredients from this catalog of stories from humanity and build our own recipes.
We do this with everything in our lives.
How many of us would like to fly on the back of a dragon? O/
The same ways to imagine yourself dragon-back flying are used to get you to work everyday.
You have to dream it before you can do it.
How are your dreams of your life?
They're the recipes for your day.
This is why daydreaming is so important.
We gather new ingredients by changing what we dream our day means to us.
You can only be as successful as your dreams allow.
There's so much to say on this. It's how I spend much of my days lately... bringing it all to light in an epic called: Colore.
The start of it is here. A whole lot more is on its way quite soon.
I'll go to it now.
Thanks for reading.
Take care, give care, and make a wonderful day (after you dream one up of course).
~ Wynn ~
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A Literal Process
Evolution, for humanity, is a literal process.
Monday, March 16, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Rain. The first light of dawn.
Like the best restaurant waiter comes to ask you how's your meal, so Wonder Fell inquires: How's your sunshine?
Did you get what you hoped for?
With all this wishing upon all these stars, funny how we forget the Sun's one too.
If it's day, there's no reason to search for a star to send your wishes to. Just look up.
If physics has anything to do with making wishes come true, it'll get here faster. The Sun's the granter of dreams closest to us.
Fairytales and daydreams, poetry and an epic poem... words that make lasting change.
Wonder Fell's cup of tea.
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The only way to ever truly change anything is to update your definitions of your words.
It's the reason for censorship and why poets in cultures long ago were treated with such respect.
Our craft is the only way change sticks.
Evolution, for humanity, is a literal process.
Update your definitions to upgrade your life.
America's been stuck in the muck on some very important words since our inception.
We've debated, we've marched, we've shed blood to prove our points. But none of those efforts instituted a lasting change.
Because the definitions remain.
Freedom, justice, race, equality... are some examples of words stuck in American muck.
The only way to heal our divides of understanding is to institute new stories to grow the definitions of our key Constitutional terms.
It takes poets and artists and musicians to paint a new picture of America to live in.
This is not pie-in-the-sky poet daydreamy thinking. This is the way civilizations are built and endure.
Colore is a starting point.
So I go back to it.
Thanks for reading, take care, and make that wonderful day.
~ Wynn ~
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Happy day, On the Way
How do we know sometimes?
Thursday, February 19, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
A healthy way to start your day.
Glad you agree. O/
Happy day, on the way.
How do we know sometimes?
It's a question I often ask each morning. All the sunrises in this contained environment, hundreds of them, what remarkable do they have in common?
Every sunrise brings a new experience.
Celestial fire never casts the exact same ray.
The Sun is a consistent agent for what's new.
Today our star is pouring happy in my neck of the woods.
I hope similar light finds you in a similar way to receive it.
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Speaking of Hope... I've got the structure to Colore just about finished. Assembling New-New Hampshire, cleaning, and redesigning Wonder Fell took precedence.
In big literary circle language, a story (especially an Epic) has to be cathartic as well as didactic.
In more humane language, an Epic has to make you feel something and teach or remind you that you know something.
Shakespeare and The Ancient Greeks did it best. Aesop and The Brothers Grimm weren't too shabby at it either.
It's been a long time since humanity had any new tales that dealt with morality directly.
The result of which is the state of our current American News Media.
We can only ever be as good as our stories allow.
Time for some new stories to help heal our News stories.
Take care, enjoy your particular sunshine, and make a wonderful day.
~ Wynn ~
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Pic Prompt: Create a stick figure pen and ink image of The Smiling Sun rising over a woody landscape.
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