Character

In each chapter, on each page, with each word, I tell about a struggle, a mission, a destiny.  I watch eagerly as the scripts are etched across a digital screen and realize more and more everyday that I am watching my own struggle faulter.  I keep going on, like a flickering fire, sometimes with greater intensity, sometimes with little, other times, none.  Nearing the end of novel two and well on my way to something completely new in the writing realm. 

Now I have to package it and sell it.

it goes with or without saying

To be an official writing person, i should at least pursue some type of growth.  be it professional networking, school, or whatnot.  I really hope I ME does it though.  I am still here working on this thing.  I also believe the next little chapter will be quite interesting.

the right place and sign

I want to consider myself a skeptic. A person of unquestioning questionhood, if I may. I like to think logically through situations, the render judgement based on the actual account of things that occurred.

I also, have faith in signs. To say that I wait for them would be an utter lie. I watch only, at least I did. Now the questions are less about is it real, as can it be changed? If I really, really read that right, can I adjust the influence of things enough to have veered away from an otherwise certain fate? Or does it just feel like that, on purpose?

The age old we are the imagination of ourselves...am I also then the projection of at a past point said I would be, and furthermore could I then not be a something plausible future self said I would not? Or is it me creating it, working my own memories over to feel like it wasn't me. Can we fool ourselves so?

It would make an interesting story, but I stick to the easy stuff: fiction.

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The Nest Chapter: A Sample

Raunst waived her off, intent on his quest.  Whether or not the medallion rested within these tattered walls made no difference to him.  He was consumed with a desire to hunt.  Like a bloodhound on the chase he could almost smell it.  There was something here, it excited him, deep in the pitfalls of his own mind.  In the darkest places an illumination was shining back at him.  An image emerged before him, a man.  Raunst could no longer place himself in a dream or reality.  He stood from his place on the floor and extended a hand out to touch the figure in front of him.  The stranger in a light suit had a serene look on his face and didn’t rush to speak.

Raunst had never met this man before, but he could feel that the two were not strangers.

To Be Among the Read

So whether or not anyone has figured out that I have this little blog here, here I am.  I must say that I am excited.  I didn't really know where I would be at this point, but I have to share (treat it like a make up for bad Oscars):

Readership is an amazing thing.  So far I have collectively had over 100 people read my stuff, now of those like 70+ of them have presumably read the whole thing.  Referring to Grizzly Future and A Demon in the Knight.  I am amazingly thankful for all of you.  Glad you read, hope you enjoyed.  I have more coming and look forward to treating you again.

The second thing, but caveat first, I realize that in soliciting for business a company will provide back a positive editorial on the basis that it promotes a person thinking its worth the investment in paid for editing.  I value that is an influence.  But detailed commentary that highlights both strength and weakness in a written document is a valuable tool regardless.  And within that web I read something that I am very proud of (in conjunction with the above) is that I am right to share what I do.  I liked my editorial basically and can't wait to round out my book.  

I am humbled.  This is what I always wanted to pursue and here I am with the ability and time to do it.  Here's to more publication!

the next midnight

In the absence of time to really work on my craft (read: day job, very thankful), I do find ways to get a little done. Light sleep isn't for everyone, but it works for me. Working into the night offers some solitude, some hesitation, a small amount of dancing and shadow boxing, and eventually, some written word. This is a good mix of mojo and it makes for painfully good art. At least in my view.
I look foward to delivering more to share. Maybe a cut of a work in progress? To be continued...enjoy the meantime.

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more to come, less to do, wait, no

In the world of writing, there are no absolutes. In fact, ironically, that may be the only truth. I hope to hit my own deadline, but, I must admit dear reader, if it must be late, so be it. You don't want to read a bad story. Me either.

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