a defensible argument
favorite pen: Pilot Juice up 04 in black (0.4 mm)
Farewell, my one knight
Stay thee, man arrayed in armor fair; By thy honor, ‘fore thou go This, my precious standard, bear: This, my passion and my woe. Pray thee, lover, soldier, friend; By our bond ‘neath the Divine Take my hand, and to it bend To kiss; e’en so, my mouth is
Why did I ever choose iMovie?
I finally ditched iMovie for Filmmaker Pro (which has treated me very well, so far). Hasta la vista, babehhhh This means a few things, namely that 1. I will maintain a higher level of daily sanity, and 2. I really, truly need to update my acting/performance reel. Again. This
A Last Days Moment
I watch you, quiet, as a cacophony must be ringing in your ears only Your every cell wars. Every soldier is deployed at last, for the final, desperate charge. All I hear is machines ticking and clicking, A small “beep,” Your breathing, and the sounds of your pain as you
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In reading a novel, any novel, we have to know perfectly well that the whole thing is nonsense, and then, while reading, believe every word of it. Finally, when we’re done with it, we may find—if it’s a good novel—that we’re a bit different from
A Real Query
Codependence needs to be defined wisely in order for us to understand that humans were made to live in community. To quote an antiquated animated movie I still love: If you're gonna hunt humans, you might wanna remember that we travel in packs. From the film Titan A.
Is now, and shall [longer] be…
Exist-pencil meanderings…
There IS a Time for Looking at the Ground
Let me never not look up again — But here, right now, The lake-sand is blue in the clouded midday grey-sky and the broken reeds are quick and sharp — I must pick my way through them. So, I step slow, and Images in the corner of my eye are dreamy, and
Jaimie, really?
Daily writing promptWhat's a job you would like to do for just one day? View all responses Drill sergeant.
The Maw of Tash
Sometimes my anxiety feels a lot like Tirian's premonition: that he would be fed into the mouth of Tash's stable ere the day's end. The metaphor holds - if you've read The Last Battle, you know that Tash may well be in
Digory finds the hedge + the tree
One Decade Later…
I've finished the first draft of a work of children's literature, entitled The Delta Door. I might keep a few skeletal pieces, but most of the body is going to be, shall we say, transmogrified. Honestly, I was okay with the text until I did a