I'm a writer working on my second novel. Started writing when I was a kid, got serious when I was 16 and submitted my first poem to a competition and was published in a Texas high school anthology. I write poetry, music, play a little guitar, and I'm trying my hand at screenwriting.
Gonna try and do some location scouting and photography to finish up act one of my screenplay then on to total revision mode for Oberon: Edict.
You've taught me everything And along the way I've found the price I'm due to pay The brilliant unraveling The twists and turns The host of heartbreak The wretched Ugly burns.
Life is love. I'll never forget. What trials have passed. And wait for me yet. An eternal reminder. Of love and life. Is the handprint. That was left behind. The love of life. I'll never forget.
Place it up. Show it off. The new face. Of the new age. Alone. Separated from all. Alone. Without a word. She steps up. Onto the chopping block. Flashes and screams. Fill her eyes and ears.
Time intercepted. Long loves rejected. Sometimes I wish. I could have moments like this. Never truly loved. Never want to lose. Slowly I was shoved. Beyond my life to choose. Face-to-face.
Need to figure out basic arcs for lead characters in "Letters" so I know where they need to be at the end of act one which I'm finishing this weekend.
First thing I start work on when i start revising Oberon is characters. I need better arcs and deeper emotional connections with each other and the reader.
The essence of the story is the relationship between these three siblings their parents were killed when they were younger by a Demon as it turns out they are descendents of a line of Druids that...
The thing about Oberon that makes it so difficult to write is because it is about this tight knit family and yes I do put a little bit of myself into each character so that I can analyze them in that...
As I deal with this migraine I'm assessing what must be done in my writing (in addition to my full time job and puppy duties) gonna finish act one of "letters..." This weekend after a quick location...
As I look out of my window I wonder what My life is about What seems so obvious So transparent Is hard to get through I can see everything As if it were right now But how do I get there.
Left alone in a sad. Desolate place. Without friends. Deep within. A desert waits. Without love. Sadness. Creeps over a cold body. A stoned heart. Without hope. Slowly. Grossly. The anger starts.
The simplest of pleasures. The lowest of loves. Best friends forever. Never enough. The simplest of pleasures. Torn painfully away. Leaving me lonely. Begging to stay. The simplest of pleasures.
There's no reason You should love me There's no reason You should care There's no reason I should stay But I'll always be there There's no reason To know me Though I showed you my heart I thought it...
Luck is not something that's won or lost. Care and passion its ultimate cost. Safety. Hope. Love. These are the keys to passion. Things that cannot be lost. Purity in friendship. Is passion in life.
It's a record of a life unlived It's a spear to the chest It's the plunge to the death.
Work a full time job, revising my second manuscript, writing a full length screenplay... Trying to find time to play with my puppy, Lore and you know sleep... It's a writer's life.