Updates

I'll be posting on here more. I've co-founded a writer's group with some coworkers and I've been writing more, so at the very least I'll be posting those things here too.

Book 2 is progressing well, and I think I'm within about two months of finishing it. There are definitely things that need to be worked on but I'm super confidant with what I've got. Some of the difficulties I'm running into right now are that there are three separate storylines in the book that have to twine around each other. In order to see the stories more clearly and give them their due, I'm having to look at each one individually and really focus in on the specifics.

I've also gotten a movie pass so I might as well start my movie reviews again. :)

The Rise and the Set

As the moon rises and the sun sets,
From the deepest dark, I sought you.
Embittered by loss, you fell naked.

As the sun rises and the moon sets,
From the brightest light, I found you.
Ensnared in love, I clothe you.

As the moon rises and the sun sets,
In a thousand broken pieces, you found me,
Embarrassed, I hid my face in shame.

As the sun rises and the moon sets,
You lovingly built a mosaic from the shards,
Emboldened, you showed me your scars

As the moon rises and the sun sets,
In the twilight of an old life, we find each other,
Enshrined by stars, we are united.

As the sun rises and the moon sets,
In the dawn of a new day, we walk together
Entwined, we are become one.

Victory, Death, or Some Kind of Hope

This is very much an Enemy Mine ripoff, but I had fun taking the idea and making it my own. I'd like to keep working on it at some point but for now here it is in all its terrible glory.

PART 1: DEPARTURE

REMI

No one could honestly tell you just how long the war with the Sailfins had been going on, longer than most had been alive, and almost longer than their parents had been alive. Time was meaningless out there above the planet Victory. Every day was defined by another skirmish, another defended beachhead, another ship crashing to the taboo surface of that disputed world. There were no discernible days, and except the slow roll of a clock that had begun to lose its meaning so many light-years from Earth. There was little concept of the passage of hours and minutes beyond the steady rotation of the planets around the foreign star.

Remi was a soldier. If asked she would tell you that she was a shoot first and ask questions later type of soldier. She was generally happy to follow orders and the loss of her parents to the Sailfins made the eradication of the the alien foothold around Victory a personal mission.

Am/Or (That's also another word for love)

Am I in love? 

Or am I just in love with the idea of love?
Love is water, it fills open spaces and changes shape,
the idea of water, like the idea of love, may not be the real thing,
It is a prelude.

Amor... it’s another word for love. Like water between your lips to give you life.

Am I happy?
Or is the illusion of happiness enough to keep me afloat?
It’s okay to just be afloat. Sometimes you have to fake it
until you make it.

Amor... it’s another word for love. Like the seeds of a vibrant flower, ready to burst.

Am I lost?
Or is it like that phrase that tells me I might be wandering?
Sometimes when we seem lost it is not loss, but a forging of a new path
It is discovery.

Amor... it’s another word for love. Like shuddering heartbeats in an empty room.

Am I alone?
Or is the desire for company just the echoes of my own emptiness?
You’re not alone, and you have nothing to prove to anyone
but yourself

Amor... it’s another word for love. Like seeing a reflection of yourself in another.

Am I here?
Or am I somewhere only birds and planes and people with untested jetpacks go?
I guess we'll never know. You think therefore you are, but if you don’t know
How can anyone?

Amor... it’s another word for love. Like finding air, it’s everywhere.

The charlatan and the pilgrims (A story dream)

I had what I like to call a "story dream" it's almost a fully formed story and I'd like to share it here. It will have the nonsense of dreams included. 

The world is ending. Catastrophic floods are only weeks away. A group of religious zealots have overtaken an island where they have built a theme park to celebrate their jubilation at the end of the world. They are led by a man, a charlatan, who is more home shopping network salesman than the leader of the chosen few. He has promised his people that a he has had a vision of a grand pilgrimage of a select handful and they will deliver the final piece of the puzzle: the holy grail (not actually sure if it was THE holy grail or something equivalent).

Hidden in the wilds of Peru is a fabled ancient city, and in it is hidden the treasure. So, the charlatan gathers up the youngest, most devout, of his number. There's only five of them, but one is his hidden secret, her name is Monday. The only reason he has gained such power is because of her, and he hopes that because of her their pilgrimage will not fail him.

"How can we survive this journey with only five of us?"
"Not to worry," says Monday and before the other four divides herself in to seven separate parts. Each named for a day of the week.

So Monday could split herself into seven different people with distinct looks and personalities, but other than that she never really had any effect on the story. It was just a thing that was.
So they began a pilgrimage across the sea towards Peru where the holy grail awaited them.
Across the sea, across the land, through cities that were increasingly empty and devoid of human life, to forests that were teaming with animal life (probably because they didn't know any better)

Finally they reached Peru where the lands were already flooded and the boat they commandeered drove them through rivers that had buried towns. They looked over the edges and saw houses just fifty feet below, now inhabited by fish.

Many of the people in Peru already knew of the coming disaster and seeking the holy grail too were moving in masses towards the mountain where it lie.

Through more jungle where they joined a group of Peruvian pilgrims, they climbed the old steps of a forgotten ancient city, up and up and up until they could see all the land around, clouds flying low and filling the trees with fog.

They reached the center of the city and and when they searched and asked about the holy grail everyone just said: "It is here. It is here."

But they couldn't understand, there was nothing here except an old city.
They wasted away the weeks, the catastrophe drawing closer, trying to find the holy grail in the city, but it wasn't until they began to understand the words of the Peruvians around them that they began to understand that the CITY was the holy grail.

"What do we do now?" one of Monday's seven asked.

"We cannot return, the catastrophe is only three days away."

So it happened, the world flooded and there was no way to tell what happened to anyone else on earth. 

Did they make it to high ground?

They had to begin a new life.

The end!