It is early in the morning in late December. Almost 10 years have passed. What was I doing at the beginning of this last decade? I was a young fool. And I write that word with a smile! I knew little of the world yet expected so much from it. Since then I have traveled […]
Read More Progression of a Writer: Day 31It is a wonderful feeling to write with some normalcy. I am fairly confident I can contribute it to my new requirement of reading. For I am on the cusp of returning to school! There is a feeling of nostalgia intertwined with slight anxiety as the days of summer dwindle away. For too long I […]
Read More Progression of a Writer; Day 30[Its occurrence] is most strongly associated with the old family or ancestral home and land, even when a family member dies abroad. The cry, linked predominantly to impending death, is said to be experienced by family members, and especially by the local community, rather than the dying person. Death is considered inevitable once the cry […]
Read More The Seeker; The Cry of the BansheeI have known for some time that the joy I find in writing is in the exploration of a story. I like to venture into the details and sketch what I find there. More often than not my mind’s eye gets ahead of what my fingers can type and I end up frustrated as I […]
Read More Progression of a writer; Day 29Hidden within a sprawling city by the edge of the sea, there a small canyon. The story goes that long ago, a woman lived at the canyon’s mouth. She lived alone as a hermit singing lonesome songs, with only the birds that would visit at her doorstep to listen. She was said to be beautiful and […]
Read More The Seeker; The CanyonHello dear reader, If you have stumbled upon this entry in search of literature you are in luck! I have decided to embark on a journey and it is my good fortune you have come to see me off. To show my gratitude I shall promise you this; I will return like the great explorers […]
Read More The Seeker; A Journey to Discover MagicIt was a Friday afternoon. Richard had noticed that events were cowards: they didnt occur singly, but instead they would run in packs and leap out at him all at once. –Neil Gaiman, Neverwhere This website, and even more specifically this blog, was intended to catalog my personal creative work. However, today and possibly again […]
Read More Progression of a Writer; Day 28
