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.