My Dog I wonder if my dog Knows he’s a dog Or if his cute little brain Is clouded in smog And instead he assumes He’s a human like me With thumbs all opposable And not paws as his feet I wonder if he thinks That I’m his pet to keep Keeping my water bowl … More My Dog
Why do you work? Think about it Please, I’m not joking Actually think. Because you get paid, no? It’s simple, agree? Don’t you agree though? Now keep up with me Lets take one more step, huh? Get onto this bus Why do we get paid, huh? Whats money to us? It lets us buy things … More What are we Doing?
Oooookay! Where do I even begin? I suppose a little background context is a good place to start. So my dog, Mr Baxter, has a nasty habit of chewing his leashes. He’s pretty much the perfect pup outside of that one annoying, economically burdening trait. Most of my brainstorming for writing is done with a … More My Dog is Famous
To give a little context, below is a reflection of my experience (as a volunteer) at the first Game of Thrones conference ever held. Working the Con provided a pretty good view of how things went administratively. I daresay the vast majority of the weekend was a massive success, but there was (understandably) a slight … More The Con of Cons
The Glamour There’s Queens and there’s Kings Yet so many things Get trapped and caught up in the day They really don’t see The you and the me The flutter, the flitter, the fray Our lives are our own Yet so many know Only glamour, the glit and the glee A lie, truth be told … More The Glamour
So this Puggle Fish thing today just got my head spinning a thousand times an hour. I think its time for a new project: Children’s Writing. Something I never even considered. But truthfully, that’s the best way to help shape the future! To help children understand and perceive the world in a certain way, right? … More New Project: Children’s Writing
But Mom! Says the little girl, pouting about To the woman, Who feels left than thirteen ‘Twas Tom! The girl cries, as she wrestles and shouts Pulling hair As she’s acting so mean Have I grown? Asks the mother, all riddled and scared To herself, For yesterday seems Like she was Just the poor little girl … More Life Flitters By
Queen Jocasta – Sovereign Ruler of the West Lies. They plague our souls, causing us to act in ways of which we never believed ourselves capable. Yet we often cling to these falsities; desiring the reality we’ve fabricated over the painful truth that is life. Ignorance is bliss, they say. Perhaps there is some validity … More On the Eve: 10
Hadrian Merlfang – Lord of the North I told him it would end this way, the fool. How many years now? Things never end as we intend. No, not ever. Our fresh, inexperienced selves, energized with the fervor of youth, see nothing but the ideal and the desired. Then, as it always is, the bitch … More On the Eve: 9
Antony – Commander of Queen Jocasta’s Army I am conflicted. Queen Jocasta has recalled our armies to Clarmont. All of them. Each and every weary, exhausted regiment is to report to this tiny speck of a village in an attempt to regroup and finish what we began. My conflict stems not from my duty to … More On the Eve: 8
How the World Should Work 