Analytics are a tricky thing. They tempt you to believe that your work - whether writing, comedic videos, visual art... - has a quantifiable value, measured in "views" or "likes and dislikes" or "follows." The iterations of these measurements are endless, and all egocentric.
SPOILER ALERT for those who know nothing about the series, particularly books 6 and 7
A mist lies low in the valley of my chest: A flimsy veil o'er pain – dark grey monolith That cannot be moved. The shifting of plates Leaves its mark on the earth. It cannot be reversed. But I still know this land. The shifting of plates Does not
I felt hate for you, and now all I feel is tired.
chapter 2 the foil The days passed with the monotonous, but pleasant, hum of repetitious manual labor, with products to show for it. Jilyan began to suspect that during her cushiony childhood, she had missed out. When she caught her reflection in the mirror pane in the anteroom of the
Thank you for lighting the fire underneath me to get started, Kelsey. :) prologue He looked from over the edge of the railing, what he had once jokingly called “the Balustrade.” The wood beneath his hand was ragged. The ground on which his eyes fell was ragged. For a moment -
A momentary slice of sun cleaves the shadows of a misty dawn -- Spotlit, splendid stands a single home upon a gilded hill. I envy her, although I cannot reason why, And think she envies me the very spot from which I spy.
'In this phial,' she said, 'is caught the light of Eärendil's star...It will shine still brighter when night is about you. May it be a light to you in dark places, when all other lights go out. Galadriel, from The Lord of the Rings
Grief and grief and grief are strikes between which breath is impossible – leaving first, a reeling mind half-alive and second, dark, strange bruises. The colours of these marks clear, but move just so, and the pain underneath reminds the body where it yet lives – Wherefore, we plead peace with passing
favorite pen: Pilot Juice up 04 in black (0.4 mm)
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
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