I think its time For far too long Neglect I have This useful blog A journal it is Its purpose, clear Therapist, counselor My shelter from fear For only this place Can I share the “real” And only here Can I truly feel For when I walk Outside this door The world shall … More The Wall
The Literary Agent Ages ago, when everyone knew That writing was valued, respected, and true An old Agent lived who repped scribblers like Poe’s She pushed every day, and sold all his poems Back then things were hard, they weren’t like today Where all you must do – is be EL James Just write about … More The Literary Agent
No sense can I make Amidst all of the fake Why we do what they say and we’re told Oh what will it take For the people to break All the tape, all the glue, all the mold Outside there’s a joke That all the birds poke At people who shout to be heard They … More The Mockingbird
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
“Hey guys! Has anyone seen my jar of annoying whispering wisps?” Approaching the Lenghornian village’s central meeting area, Dustin the Determined asks his co-workers where his pets might be. “Oh yeah, we actually threw them out.” Chris the Comical tells him. “They all died. Did you not feed them?” His quizzical stare slowly fading into … More The Revolt Returns: 9
King Jordain She knows exactly where my heart lies. Buried deep within that sheath of angst, she knows the truth. She knows I cannot raise my blade to her. This foolhardy campaign is fueled by her insatiable desire for revenge; her misguided malfeasance. Yet reality continues to elude her. The entirety of her army’s morale rests … More On the Eve: 6
Antony – Commander of Queen Jocasta’s Army An emissary arrived today with a most perplexing message. He hurriedly navigated his way through Clarmont’s cobblestone streets and somehow obtained an audience with Queen Jocasta herself. The dispatch appeared to be one of grave import, as he was quickly ushered into Jocasta’s inner chambers following the delivery. … More On the Eve: 5
“Hey, what was the name of that new girl again? You know, the brown haired Lenghornian with the exquisite…personality?” Back in Spam’s newly reconstructed Tower of Management, Will the Wolf ponders the assets of a Lenghornian newcomer with Chilian manservent, Quesadilla. “I know not, my Lord.” Quesadilla replies. “I am but a lowly Chilian. Our … More The Revolt Returns: 8
I’ve decided to start a new blog series to fill idle time when writers block attacks. I plan to write short entries to pay homage to the authors/writers which I look up to and who have influenced me in one way or another. I’d like to focus mainly on particular attributes of each, highlighting the … More Reflecting on the Greats: George RR Martin
Antony – Commander of Queen Jocasta’s Army We have taken refuge in Clarmont, the first safe village we crossed following our withdrawal. If one can even call it a village, that is. There is little more than battered huts and peasant farmers here. Far less than what one would deem an ideal location for which … More On the Eve: 3
KKingKKKing Jordain – Lord of the East Fools. I foster no sympathy for the slaughtered. The foul. The wretched, sniveling swine. I swear to God himself this day was ordained by the truest forces overseeing this realm. She dared challenge me? Of all living, breathing occupants of this once revered land, she called it upon … More On The Eve: 2
I can’t do this. I can’t. I’m so afraid. They’re here. The Germans. They’re retaking the city. They’ve launched an overwhelming counter offensive to regain control of Sicily. I’m so scared. I don’t know what to do. My God please help me. Please, I’m begging you. I can hear the gunshots outside. I can hear … More Love & Loss: 11
So today I read an interesting exchange which sparked a very intriguing perspective. I noticed on Facebook how there were certain people complaining about a certain tax going up in the Greater Nashville area, and how it was going to affect families,etc. And then I thought about that. So apparently Nashville has an issue. An … More THC – Let’s Talk About It
I wrote this quite awhile back, but since I’ve decided to hold on to book 2, I wanted to share this chapter so I can introduce one of my favorite characters. This chapter is the first in which Carson’s new companion Squeak comes along. If you read it, there’s obviously going to somewhat of a … More Introducing Squeak
shhhhhhh letusoutofthisstupidjaryouslickhairedmaniac shhhhhhh Back in the Lenghornian village, Dustin the Determined is carrying around his jar of wisps like a trophy. Easily entertained, he looks at them with the grin of a school boy looking at his first bowl of sea monkeys. “Ha!” He laughs. “Stupid wisps. Bet you wish you hadn’t made fun of … More The Revolt Returns: 7
The last seventeen months of my life have been an absolute whirlwind. Ever since my Mom passed away, I’ve been relentlessly committed to accomplishing my dream of becoming an author. To the point where I’ve honestly questioned my own sanity. Now, all this time later, I find myself so tantalizingly close to fulfilling that dream … More Dream Always
August, 1943. Sicily. My dearest Adalasia. Yesterday, I returned to her shop. I have seen her on several occasions now, and she and I have grown quite enamored with each other. It is a deep love that we share. The kind that words struggle to describe. I’ve always wondered if I would ever fall in … More Love & Loss: 8
How the World Should Work 