The Sun and the Moon

26 May

I see sunshine and beautiful colors


The sun no longer smiles upon me,

The moon, cold and uncaring.

Two lines which popped into my head at six a.m. four days ago.

I have no idea where they came from or what inspired them, but there they are, staring at me from my online page, with nowhere to go.

I’m not a poet, so chances are they will go nowhere at all, but that’s how my muse works. I call her Hope, my muse. Why? Because why not!  It’s as good a name as any; better than many.  Anyway, that’s how Hope works. She will toss random words and lines into my brain. Some I catch, like a lazy flyball on a summer’s day, the outfield grass soft underfoot, a gentle breeze, the ball settling softly into the web of my mitt, and some scream beyond my glove, exit velocity one-oh-nine off the bat, rising as it approaches me, well-beyond my reach, over the wall, a grand slam homer for some other writer.

And so it is for many of us who write, the uncertainty and wonder and randomness of it all.

I love it!


The things is, and I don’t know why, but I look at those two lines and I absolutely guarantee I could write five-thousand words about them in a short story.  But a poem?  That’s not happening!  It’s just not the way my writer’s brain works.

It’s been interesting working with other writers in my coaching duties.  We all have different perspectives. We all seem to have a specific slant to our writings. We can look at exactly the same thing and see fifty different things, and transform those things into prose or poetry or soapbox rants, meandering our way through a half-million words, piecing together, sorting through, finding just the right one, discarding many, like a pile of Legos becomes a structure or a weapon or – or – or

And God help me, I love it all!


I was thinking about it all, this writing journey, while watching American television viewers pick the wrong finalists on The Voice.  Don’t get me wrong, Micah seems like a really nice kid, but one of the Top Five? Really?

But I was thinking, there is probably a miniscule chance, at best, that my writing will ever “go viral,” as they like to say these social media days.  Most likely my writings will go the way of the dinosaur.  There will be evidence that it existed, but it will be fairly difficult to see proof of that fact, none of my books on bookshelves, none in libraries, and none on any of the bestseller lists. And my articles? Floating around the web, they will be, forever bits of information, available to anyone who manages the correct search query on Google, but few will actually be read ten years from now.

And yet I write, just like those singers on The Voice who were rejected, and just like the street musicians and street artists and any other creatives out there who follow a voice no one else hears, and follow it because they must, for writing feeds my soul, and writing brings me enjoyment and satisfaction and quiets the inner demons who would have me follow a much-more dangerous path


The sun no longer smiles upon me, and yet it does, those words not applicable in my real life, not now, not for thirteen years, not as long as I continue to write and continue to love.

Just random thoughts on this May afternoon, a quick summation of the creative process for yours truly.

Does anyone remember The Walker Brothers from the 60’s music scene? “The Sun Ain’t Going To Shine Anymore?”  Randomness!


“Helping writers to spread their wings and fly.”


35 Responses to “The Sun and the Moon”

  1. Susan Zutautas May 26, 2020 at 1:57 pm #

    Bill, you say you’re not a poet but …

    The sun no longer smiles upon me,
    The moon, cold and uncaring.
    She will toss random words and lines into my brain.
    Some I catch, like a lazy flyball on a summer’s day, the outfield grass soft underfoot, a gentle breeze, the ball settling softly into the web of my mitt, and some scream beyond my glove, exit velocity one-oh-nine off the bat, rising as it approaches me, well-beyond my reach, over the wall, a grand slam homer for some other writer.

    Sounds pretty dam poetic to me.
    Happy Tuesday!

    • Billybuc May 26, 2020 at 3:04 pm #

      I think you are very kind, Susan, and I thank you for that kindness. 🙂 Now I’m embarrassed, but it’s good.

      Happy Tuesday my friend! Stay safe and be happy.

    • explorereikiworld May 26, 2020 at 5:57 pm #

      Loved how Susan helped finish your thoughts on the Sun and the Moon.

      Happy Tuesday and keep shining you two!

      • Billybuc May 27, 2020 at 12:10 am #

        Happy Tuesday Ruchira! Thanks so much for stopping by.

  2. Janine Huldie May 26, 2020 at 2:00 pm #

    Absolutely love where you mind drifted today with your random thoughts. And honestly like you I am not a poet by any means, but still fun to sometimes see where the thoughts can take us writing-wise. That said, I am hoping you are enjoying your week so far and wish you a wonderful week ahead as we go along now, too. Happy Tuesday, Bill 🙂

    • Billybuc May 26, 2020 at 3:02 pm #

      Thank you Janine! We are having brilliantly perfect weather this week, and I’m going to scurry outside and get some things done soon. I appreciate you. Stay safe!

  3. nightlake May 26, 2020 at 2:47 pm #

    Your descriptions are vivid and that is what is required of a poet, I guess. True, writing gives an inner satisfaction and joy. I just wanted to know something…What do you think about the tone of writing employed by different writers? Narrative distance vs. deep point of view?

    • Billybuc May 26, 2020 at 3:00 pm #

      Hi Nightlake…thanks for being here again. I hope you are well. My preference, always, is deep point of view. My novels are riddled with it. It’s just what I am comfortable with.

      • nightlake May 29, 2020 at 2:58 pm #

        Bill, would you be interested in writing a post on the Deep Point of View?

      • Billybuc May 29, 2020 at 4:00 pm #

        I would be honored. I’m not sure how quickly that would happen, but I would love to. What topic would you like me to write about?

  4. RasmaSandra May 26, 2020 at 4:57 pm #

    Now I have that great song in my head and here the sun ain’t shining it is raining. I have often been inspired by both the sun and the moon. I hope the sun does shine for you this week and you have a great one.

    • Billybuc May 27, 2020 at 2:37 pm #

      Thank you Rasma! I almost forgot your comment. I put it aside and then it almost got lost. Sorry for the late response.

  5. divalounger May 26, 2020 at 5:05 pm #

    Boy that sounds like the beginnings of a poem to me! I am hoping that the sun keeps on shining for you!

    • Billybuc May 27, 2020 at 12:12 am #

      Oh heck, Audrey, I can start a poem any old day. It’s finishing it that gives me trouble. 🙂

  6. My Very Own Writing Coach May 26, 2020 at 5:54 pm #

    So Bill, you always challenge us to write outside our comfort zone. I’m no poet either, but I bet if you focused on it, you could put together some nice rhyme. I say, go for it. If it doesn’t work, then you still have your 5,000-word short story floating around. Have a great week, my friend.

    • Billybuc May 27, 2020 at 12:11 am #

      William, you have much more faith in my poetic abilities than I do, but thank you!

  7. manatita Hutchinson The May 26, 2020 at 9:40 pm #

    Well, you touched on ‘hope’ in your randomness. I figure we need a little dash of hope right now. Lol. Peace, Bro.

    • Billybuc May 27, 2020 at 12:10 am #

      Manatita, we have weathered harder times than these. I have “hope” that we will weather this as well. Peace be with you, brother.

  8. 1authorcygnetbrown May 26, 2020 at 9:56 pm #

    I’m sorry, I don’t remember that song. Not because I’m not old enough either! I just don’t. I know the feeling about not being seen. I hear people talking about how they are afraid that other people are watching them! I wish it were the case with me! I think sun does shine, but it really seems close to the horizon!

    • Billybuc May 27, 2020 at 12:09 am #

      Donna, the whole worried about people watching me thing doesn’t even register with me. I will go through life a shadow, barely noticed.

      • 1authorcygnetbrown May 29, 2020 at 11:44 pm #

        I know. I just have heard so many people worrying about others spying on them. Most of us (including me!) aren’t worth spying on!

  9. phoenix2327 May 27, 2020 at 9:34 am #

    Actually, Bill, that song popped into my head when I read the title. It’s true what they say: great minds think alike.

    Enjoy the day.

    • Billybuc May 27, 2020 at 1:41 pm #

      Just one more reason for me to like you so much, Zulma!

      Happy Hump Day, my friend.


  10. Andrea Stephenson May 27, 2020 at 3:06 pm #

    And isn’t it great when those lines, or ideas, suddenly become just the thing to add to your next story! Sometimes I’d love to write a poem, but I just wouldn’t know where to start….

  11. Billybuc May 27, 2020 at 3:17 pm #

    You and me both, Andrea, but I’m sure those two lines will end up in a story soon, so it’s all good. 🙂 Take care, my friend, and thank you!

  12. Damyanti Biswas May 28, 2020 at 1:07 pm #

    Artistry with words it is! 🙂

    • Billybuc May 28, 2020 at 1:32 pm #

      Thank you my friend! I hope this finds you well!

  13. Shauna L Bowling May 28, 2020 at 4:28 pm #

    Bill, as soon as I read those two lines I thought “I’ll be damned, Bill’s going to bust out a poem”! I have no doubt those lines will end up in something you write and I’ll remember this post. 🙂

    I think it’s very cool that your muse has a name. Perhaps that’s why she doesn’t go AWOL on you! I know my muse is female, but she hasn’t told me her name. Perhaps she’s waiting for me to name her as I did my son. Hmmmm. Never thought of that…..

    • Billybuc May 28, 2020 at 4:51 pm #

      Sha, I have no doubt you will remember those lines. You remember stuff I’ve done better than I remember it. lol

      Go ahead and name here. I think she would appreciate the gesture, don’t you?

      I hope you are well, my friend. Happy Thursday to you!

  14. Sarah Potter Writes May 30, 2020 at 12:01 pm #

    Bill, I was so in love with Johnny Walker of the Walker brothers as a teen that my heart used to ache with longing. I kept wishing myself older, so I could marry him and be with him forever. Re writing — I have a little notebook that I jot random phrases and sentences in that I might use one day if they fit.

    Wishing you a wonderful weekend, my dear friend, full of creative thought 🙂

    • Billybuc May 30, 2020 at 2:00 pm #

      Sarah, I would play that song over and over and over again on my record player, and I wasn’t even in love with them. 🙂 Thanks for sharing your crush. It all turned out all right for you, but at the time, those crushes seem like the real thing. I know I had my share of them.

      Happy weekend my friend! The rain is upon us today, so no gardening for this boy.

  15. SaaniaSparkle 🧚🏻‍♀️ May 30, 2020 at 2:04 pm #

    Nice blog

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