Archive for August, 2005



Music soothes the soul of the savage beast

Published on August 23, 2005

How is that music can soothe and move me so?
Life is so intense, bitter, brief
I struggle against all this hatred and ignorance
I become so vexed, so angry at the world
And at the drop of a hat, how quick and how that
I become entranced by the sound of a song
the beat of a heart, a rhythm […]


23 miles to madisonville

Published on August 21, 2005

cross posting again from the Zen of Me (so shoot me!) New poetry.
23 miles to madisonville


Starships & Sorcerors workbook

Published on August 17, 2005

Here’s my workbook on the “starships & sorcerors” world, plot, and characters so far. (Someone help me come up with a better working name than that!!). I write out the history of each person to make them come alive a little more. That’s my goal for now, then I need to write more detailed world […]


The Hitchhiker

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Cross-posting this from my main blog, but here’s the Word version of my latest, a short campfire story, The Hitchhiker.


Writing

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I’m going to occasionally post snippets of writing, just a scene that pops in my head or whatever. Practice writing different situations.
Dark and tired, weak and weary he trudged through the neverending sludge. Blackness coated his Dockers and torn Cole Haans as much as it did his soul. His eyes shone glints of red, reflecting […]


Words

Published on August 16, 2005

I while away the minutes
writing words
whatever weird wild wacky
words come to mind
Silly that I struggle so to
write the line divine
Hours of my life to
try to live beyond my time
What is that I try to write
that I haven’t yet begun?
Warring words of wisdom
against those I feel are wrong?
Fantastical bits of fun
with wizards and rogues
come undone?
Lies and […]


On writing

Published on August 6, 2005

And just what is it that compels me to write, or any of us for that matter? What is the point? What is it exactly that I hope to accomplish?
Fame and fortune? Well, those certainly would be nice to have. But that’s not what compels me. It’s something in the sensation I get in reading […]