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
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
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
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.
Exist-pencil meanderings…
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
Daily writing promptWhat's a job you would like to do for just one day? View all responses Drill sergeant.
Sketched
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
Sketched
Bloodlines
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
Short Story
Okay! I finally got so tired of not posting anything, I decided I'm going to post EVERYTHING. Well, maybe not everything, but I'll at least give you part of a short story I've written. Maybe you can help me get some traction on it.
Bloodlines
It was Ileniel's birthday, and despite the persnickity scholar's wishes, both Namiss and Antian had insisted on trying to prepare a grand meal for him. Namiss because she was Namiss, and she did such things, and Antian because against all odds, he and Ileniel had become
Bloodlines
Haven't read part 2 of "The Shaking of Epheria" yet? Catch up here. He smiled, white teeth flashing, and inclined his head to her. "Sifani a-vinna Leyone." Sifani's opened her mouth in a stupid, wordless greeting. It turned out not to be
Bloodlines
Dear reader, if you haven't already, it would behoove you to read the first installment of the second book of the "Bloodlines" Triology before you proceed here. Enjoy! As soon as that new scene came into being on the canvass of reality, thought and memory and
Bloodlines
This is the first installment of the second book of the "Bloodlines" trilogy, by yours truly. I will post the entire draft of the book here in serialized form before I collate and publish it for Amazon Kindle. The Shaking of Epheria is a working title. Prologue He
Bloodlines
At long last! The piece of fantasy fiction I posted in serialized form on my blog is now collated, edited, and Kindle-i-fied! If you haven't kept up with Bloodlines of Epheria, Book 1 of The Bloodlines Trilogy, or are interested in how I edited the entire piece based
Philosophy of writing
With hopes to elaborate later, I thought I'd share what I consider the three aspects of secular fiction that a Christian author seeking to glorify Christ should have as a feature of his/her work: 1. Glorified virtue 2. De-glorified wickedness 3. A trajectory of hope (which can
Poetry
is poetry. I wrote this for my Okie best friend's new son, Fitzhugh. It incorporates a list of favorite memories concerning Fitz that she gave me. It's a simple and straightforward piece - just a little something to break the lull in my posting. Hope you
Short Story
Juleya Kionee tugged up the high collar of her Imperial uniform with her right hand, an obnoxious enough habit to make her conjecture as to why she did it. She had long since concluded that if it weren't for Den standing two seats away from her in the