Well all, another year, more time to live. I suppose it’s the cliche thing more than the sincere thing to say I’ve made a few ‘resolutions,’ but is it fair to just give them another name? Objectives? Goals? Self-demands? Whatever you want to call them, I’ve made a few for myself; four to be exact. Continue reading
A good cause for any writer looking to make their book, their masterpiece, a masterpiece for the masses. Take a listen and give a little contribution to help this get off the ground!
He always surprises me, how well he listens without hearing a thing. His mumbled mhms the pre-determined vocal to whatever daydream ramble I throw into the sound-stagnant air of his computer room. Utterances of my plans for the identity crisis of a loft, new details of an ancient novel-in-progress he has heard and memorized a hundred times trickle out and crawl to the dusty corners of the ceiling with the patient spiders.
My eyes pan between active and passive screens, checking his avatar’s health, comparing to my own. Between rabbles and babbles and boss fights come jabs at the groin, an assault of tickles to distract from roaming, caressing fingers. Through the cascade of giggles, I quip, “Why so curious?” A goofy grin greets me, amber eyes shine that even the greatest of elves would envy, and I am in love with a god among children.
A shift in the scenery brings our heating gazes back to virtual reality. A new dungeon to conquer takes priority over the all-too-well-explored caverns he yearns to glimpse just one more time. For now, at least.
Just an old little narrative about a regular day at the boyfriend’s house. ^_^
This is the first installment of a new series I will be posting to once in a while, called My Life’s Playlist. As I shared the other day, my greatest muse is music. In honor of my muse, I will be featuring the songs highest on my inspiration list.
My first installment is a song/poem that has been near and dear to my heart since I was 3 years old. I actually remember being 3 or 4 and listening to my father read from The Hobbit and put his own little tune to The Misty Mountains Cold. It was one of my favorite songs of the book and of all Tolkien’s magnificent works while I was growing up with them. When the trilogy came out in theaters, everything about them mesmerized me, especially Howard Shore’s score. I didn’t even think about Peter Jackson taking on The Hobbit.
Seriously handsome at that.
And then he did. And damn, did he! As most of you already know, I’ve always had a soft spot for Thorin Oakenshield. Even before he was this handsome. I can’t express enough how much I appreciate Peter Jackson’s interpretation of Thorin, as it so matches how I have always imagined he would be. So when, for the first time, Thorin began to sing by the fireplace, I just about burst into tears. Most of the people around me had no idea what I was crying about, but it didn’t matter. This was the Thorin Oakenshield I had grown to love, and to see him as he is meant to be was just moving.
I now have this recording, as well as Neil Finn’s Song of the Lonely Mountain at the top of my list when I want to work on a love poem or a serious chapter of my Elaseim novel. It still brings me to a tear sometimes, and I believe it always will.
Three days on campus and Darcy knows she’s only scratched the surface of a deep, magical world that few humans have ever been allowed to see. She experiences a world where cities unfold like pop-up books, and streets grow restless and take off like magic carpets.
Darcy goes through much of what any freshmen experiences when she begins college life. She misses her friends and her parents, and yet the thrill of living away from home for the first time and finally being independent keeps her spirits up. The fact that her classmates are werewolves, witches, zombies and vampires is only a small factor as she finds a place among her new group of friends.
And then there’s Ulrich, who lives down the hall in her dorm. His presence continues to build up questions in Darcy’s mind. He seems like a student, but is he really? Why does he have such an influence on the faculty? Why won’t anyone answer her questions about him? How is it that he always manages to show up when Darcy falls into harm’s way? Her curiosity increases when she suspects that he could be the reason she was accepted to a university for monsters in the first place.
Pendragon University is a smart, romantic, urban fantasy for anyone who wanted to go to school with their favorite Halloween monsters.
A very close high school friend and fellow writer, Ms. Kaitlin Smallwood, has beat me to the punch and self-published her first novel, and what a story! We grew up developing our writing styles together, so if you like my short stories and the excerpts from my novels, you will definitely fall in love with Kaitlin’s book. Not to mention the artwork, also created by Kaitlin, and the incredible storyline itself! I won’t give away any more than the above summary, though. You’ll just have to get on Amazon, pick it up, and try it out for yourself!
I hope you all enjoy, and if you’re interested in supporting this lovely up-and-coming author, check out her brand new Facebook page for Pendragon University. You can also support her artwork on deviantArt! Be sure to leave your rating if you decide to read, and let me know what you thought of it!
The past month has been poems, poems, poems. The month before that was a lot of prose, short stories, novel updates, and a little bit of poetry laced in for flavor. With such a successful month behind me, I’d like to get more interactive and involved with you, my lovely followers and would-be followers! I want to know what you want from me, what you expect as a reader when you see my username come up in your reader queue.
So, below is a lovely little form (yes, I know, another one; I’m kind of getting obsessed a little) where I’d like to you to pester me. What content from me do you enjoy the most? What is your favorite post from me? Why do you think it was your favorite? What aspect of my work really catches your eye when you see my posts in your reader queue? Would you rather this blog be poetry focused? Do you enjoy my rants and raves on religion, society, and the like? Tell me what you don’t like to see. Give me ideas for new content that you’ve never seen from me before but would be interested in from me. What can I do for you to enjoy your visits to me site.
Let it all out! I want your honest opinion. And… GO!
Thank you to all my followers. I really want to become more dynamic with you all, and I hope this is a good first step. Thank you all for your support and interest in my work. Cheers!
Haven’t had much inspiration this weekend, along with some car problems that were more than distracting. So today, browsing my followed blogs, I came upon a very fun little Daily Prompt: Impossibility. Here is the prompt:
“Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.” – the White Queen, Alice in Wonderland.
What are the six impossible things you believe in? (If you can only manage one or two, that’s also okay.)
I was quite the ambitious little bunny and managed to think of all six. I’ll give a very brief explanation to each, just because I can and I want to keep typing.
- The wounds of life leave no scars. It is not for us to expect the scars of life to disappear, it is only for us to ignore them until you forget where they were in the first place.
- To see ‘equality’ used in the proper context. The conflict on the topic of equality is one which I still don’t understand. I strive to explain to people that giving others equality is not the same as agreeing with them. They can still be equal to you and have differing views. For once, I’d like to talk with someone who agrees.
- Political correctness does not make you right. I live for the day when political correctness is a cursed phrase.
- My novel will be a movie someday. I think Peter Jackson is the only person besides myself who I’d ever give the rights to direct/produce the movie adaptation of my novel, simply because I am writing the novel as an adaptation of the movie in my head. I do enjoy writing screenplays though, so maybe…
- Quality over quantity. The media is proving just how much more people want quantity and don’t give a damn about quality. Someday that will change. Someday.
- An orange white mocha. I have tried so many times to make this drink a reality. There will come a time that science brings us a substance that keeps milk from curdling when mixed with citrus, and when that times comes, I’ll be there with my mug ready. 🙂
Tomorrow I’ll actually have something creative, I swear! 😄 Until then!