I’m a story teller. You already know that. I invent things, sometimes things that I can not have. I dream. I want more time. I fly. I crawl. I dance. I manage to become hundreds of people, while the me that’s inside is often lost and afraid. Do you love me? Do you hate me? Do you wonder who I am? Open your eyes.
The answer is very clear–so do I.
I saw that on a television commercial. It made me actually consider if moths and lint counted as “in my wallet.”
I always enjoyed my blog, but found that others were persnickety about the content–so I have been silent.
What’s in my blog? My opinion, my ravings, my books, a little bit of who I am…and perhaps when you get right down to it, it only matters to me.
People have no right to pick me apart for my musings, but it becomes difficult to stand the strain. All of my lint and moths can feel very personal.
For now at least my wallet is empty. In the future I hope to have at least a few thoughts of my own. When that happens, I intend to share.
In the proverbial forest, I fell without much of a noise. The subtle rustling of leaves, the scant passing of a single bird…no one was there except me.
I’d like to think that someone has noticed my absence, my tumble, but in the face of so many posts by so many talented people the chances seem minimal.
For all of you who have been waiting for Dancer, the book will be published on the 28th of this month available on Amazon.
For those of you who have been waiting for me to pick myself up from the forest floor…I am growing new sprouts, tending the flowers and about to bloom yet again.
Some of you may have heard that the Marithe series continues as book 3 brings us face-to-face with mortality. Mezzmer Collins must walk a narrow path between life and death. his role as a necromancer is balanced only by the futility of his real life. Navigating a path through rejection, he must find a way to conquer the evil that threatens the northlands while holding on to his own sanity.
Come join me in adventure this July!
Life is too short for extreme indignation. I’ve given up on anger. It only generates words that are best left unspoken, that must be justified later.
I have reason to be furious…we all can find them. He manipulated me, scolded me, treated me like dirt. Hate, however, gets us no where. It only hurts us and destroys relationships that could be mended.
Take a nap…I know I will.
The sound of silence is starting to destroy my mind. This is what happens when I don’t blog.
Yeah, things start to get a little weird.
Honey, I’m home…
With NO splaining to do!!!!
Sometimes it’s a long road to crazy. I find myself objecting to being categorized among the outsiders of humanity. I’m too outspoken, too loud, too free with my opinions…or perhaps my opinions are too unrestrained. Whatever the reason, I am branded with the rest of you as “different.” Yes, we are a group of unusual people.
Now, I have no problem holding my head up and saying I prefer the unique. Life is too short for conformity. There has been only one major repercussion–I have difficulty selling books.
As an artist, I shrug off the discomfort. As someone who needs to eat, life can become interesting without money. I envision myself as an old man standing in a subway tunnel with an open guitar case. I read poetry to the passing masses. The upturned hat–yeah that’s right–it’s for change.
“Can you spare a dime?”
We are all unique in some way. Fortunately, I am young enough to sustain my lifestyle and my dignity, at least for now. I can’t stop writing. It wouldn’t be possible if I tried. Therein lies the insanity.
It was brought to my attention yesterday during the official Pet A Kitty Day celebration that Dragons also like petting…
Totally disregarding the large hole bitten in my leg and the incessant demand for Dragon treats, I yield to the need for equality.
Let’s all join in and celebrate DRAGON PETTING DAY!
Just like with cats there are cautions and approved methods:
It is however never appropriate to poke a dragon with a stick—-
Here’s wishing you a safe and happy holiday!!!
An Excerpt from Seer, Book 2 the Chronicles of Marithe
Lase began to snarl at the dragon wizard who had demonstrated the audacity to push him backward, but then his eyes followed the man’s gaze to Mirandra— his Mirandra. Instinctively he barred his fanged teeth, ready to destroy this hungry-eyed man.
Mirandra seemed shocked when Lase let out an impassioned growl. The possessive sounds escaping the Glahee Prince were intended to warn the aggressor to step aside, but the man stood his ground and even touched Mirandra’s arm. Lase had enough! As he pushed his way between the two, his mind became cluttered by the fog of his obsession.
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