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I haven't had a clear thought in months dear, Reader. It's been like wading through a fog, the air uneasy... like an anxious inhalation just before the sound of squelching mud. And I don't know why dear, Reader? Clarity is dangled in front of me through the opaque concept of a sabbatical. It tingles through… Continue reading Fog
In two days it's November. For those of you who don't know November is the month for NaNoWriMo. NaNoWriMo stands for - National Novel Writing Month, which is the idea of writing a 50000-word novel in a month. This year I have decided to participate in this undertaking in the hopes that it can help… Continue reading Harry Potter and the Childhood Reverence.
I'm about to see a million things I thought I'd never see before and I I'm about to do all the things I've dreamed of And I don't even miss you at all ~ The Used Bulimic Caspar David Frederich ~ The Wanderer Above the Mists I've been reading a lot into my circumstances recently.… Continue reading This life I have.
'BYRON!!!!!' are the words I hear, constantly being bellowed down the hall, like a grumpy old-aged dragon that's got something stuck in his tooth at the back of his mouth. It's a continuous stream of bellowing because the dragon always gets something stuck there, it is its nature, and it will keep bellowing until it… Continue reading The Man, The Father, The Dragon
Home is where the heart is. I've been wandering around these passages since I've been back, remembering everything that used to be. I remember skirting a bit to the side for a dog that used to sleep in that spot. He was big back then, it was a habit I guess, he slept a lot.… Continue reading House and Home ~ The Nomad Edition
My headphones are on repeat, over and over listening to my own memories. Its soft, but upbeat. It's sarcastic and witty, and you know, I find myself there, against the backdrop of myself, listening to my own song. My own life. -Winter reflections under the covers The chorus of the song I've been listening to… Continue reading Give Yourself A Try – 1975
Recently I was sent a message calling into question the reception of my blog and the writing I do in general. The gist of the message was basically no one reads what I write and I think, as anyone can tell you when someone calls into question the worth of their work, that its a… Continue reading Writing for writings sake
I've been re-reading a lot of the posts that I've written before this and its made me realize how important the past is for a writer. All I can picture is this graphite HB pencil gliding across a page over and over again. It's kind of like in school where you would have your favorite… Continue reading Your own voice
“Some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again.” ― C.S. Lewis I've read a large amount of C.S. Lewis. I've sat in on lectures and discussed, debated and thought about the kinds of things he thought about: Life, children and everything in between. And I think now after having been an… Continue reading The Learning, the Teaching and the Stallion Motorcycle.