Tuesday, August 28, 2012

A Friend Needs Assistance—Can You Help?

Authors ought to support one another, and when that author happens to be my friend, I feel it that much more. My friend, Eric Arvin (author of Woke Up in a Strange Place, Galley Proof, Simple Men et al) wants to "start a travel company that caters to adventurous folk who may have some physical issues but still have the NEED to see the world. [He] wants to contact Travel Channel and propose a program, perhaps, where a camera would follow [him] around and document [his] travel joys and foibles.

People who have physical limitations should still be able to see the world in which they live, and I admire Eric's desire to step up for those like him and others who simply want to go abroad or across the United States, but conventional means may make that difficult to impossible.

If you or anyone you know has contacts at the Travel Channel, a similar media outlet for him to explore, or any other organization that could help him, please contact him on Facebook or leave a comment here, and I will make sure he gets it.

Thank you!

Sunday, August 26, 2012

GOODREADS Giveaway! 10 Books!

Ten copies of TASK FORCE: GAEA—FINDING BALANCE will be offered up starting September 1, 2012 through October 1, 2012 through Goodreads.

If you go to this link, you can enter. Goodreads selects the winners from those who enter.

All I ask in return, should you be one of the TEN recipients of a copy, is that you please post reviews at Goodreads and Amazon, if you can.

Thanks! And enjoy the book. :)

- David Berger

Thursday, August 23, 2012

And it's back to Process Blogging...

So, here I am, a week into a new school year, and I'm already agonizing over when I'm going to find time to write more for Memory's Curse (henceforth, MC). I set myself a deadline for the end of December 2012 (129 days from today, by the way). Realistic? Possibly, since I'm not working at the university or teaching the online Latin course right now. I do have a job writing curriculum for a course I will teach in the spring, but it's Creative Writing, so that should actually prod me into more writing one can hope. Right?

I'm sure anyone who reads this and also writes will find some common ground, especially when we finish our first novel and want to follow through with a sequel. It's not something I would have ever expected to be doing last summer, but now I am working through ideas, researching, writing, editing a little (I know, I know... edit later!), and getting ideas from EVERYWHERE. This time around it'll have a Lovecraftian vibe, sort of Cthulhu meets Olympos. I want dark. Horror. A changed world...

I already have some basic background information planned out for the characters (things will have changed for the main characters since the last novel)—I just have sit my ass down, turn off everything except the computer, and write. I do remember how it's done. My pitfall in the earlier stages of Finding Balance was my penchant for editing-on-the-go. BAD IDEA.

Really bad idea.

Once I got into my groove (which felt more like deep trench), I pushed forward, deciding on an ending, and finishing the novel. I need to find a new groove now, one that will guide me toward completion of MC without the same issues as last time. Possible? Hell yes. Likely? Talk to the Fates; I have no earthly idea.

Now it's back to this being a Process Blog, a place where I get to vent about my frustrations being an author, hoping for some sanity to come from it. I just ask for a little.

I'll post some new stuff that I can share, and when I speak with Mike Hamlett again about the cover, maybe I'll have some sneak peeks to publish here, too. Just stay tuned.

I know the sequel, like Finding Balance, will be worth the wait.

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

One with the Stars

Made of Earthsteel, adorned with gemstones that channel power from each of the Zodiac signs, the Eye of Ouranos contains great mystical energies. Created in the First Fires, this amulet allows its bearer to manifest physical traits originating from the stars.

Each constellation was put into the heavens by the gods, and they actually live—each collection of stars is sentient. Gemini IS the combined form of Castor and Polydeuces, the twin sons of Zeus; Sagittarius IS the centaur, Chiron. Leo IS the Nemean lion. They exist. It's the only way that Brandon can draw upon that power.

In addition to that, Ouranos, the son and husband of Gaea, gave one of his eyes to create this amulet, to allow the bearer to—

...well, that will be revealed in the sequel to Task Force: Gaea. The power of a Protogenos, a primordial being, cannot be measured, cannot be understood, except by other primordials. Being the cosmic zookeeper is just one of Brandon's abilities.

More will come, when readers see the story of Memory's Curse unfold.

Friday, August 17, 2012


It can be a curse.

Think about it.

Dwell on it.

Let your heart swell with emotion—

Pain. Anger. Resentment.

Find a time when this was true for you.

Sunday, August 12, 2012

Redefining Horror—Can You Face It?

How do you define horror? The dictionary defines it as

An intense feeling of fear, shock, or disgust OR A thing causing such a feeling.

In truth, is that all? Can you look at movies of demonic possession or nights of the living dead and call that horror? What about Friday the 13th movies or I am Legend? Of course. But, there's much more to it, I believe.

I've never been a fan of the horror genre—it scares the hell out of me. But, what I've seen or read has more to do with what we see: demons, monsters, vampires, etc. Those things do frighten, but mostly because they're aberrations to our eyes and our imagination. But, horror goes deeper than the things that go "bump in the night." This fear we feel is more than just a reaction to what our eyes and ears tell us: it has to do with what our mind perceives.

Imagine looking in a mirror and seeing your face, but you have no idea who it is. It doesn't even look remotely familiar to you. No matter what reflective surface you use, you can't escape this person—ever. If you were never able to see your own reflection, never able to know how others truly see you, that would bring shock, I'd think. Paranoia, too. Levels of anxiety that would be almost impossible to measure. Madness. Violence.

Close your eyes and think about darkness. What if that very darkness, the absence of light, was itself an entity, one that could surround you, suffocate you, without ever truly touching you? Instead of the darkness simply being a condition, it was a creature beyond shape, beyond true comprehension. Where does it end? You walk outside surrounded by it, embraced by it, yet it never seems to touch you. It does, however, play tricks on you because your imagination is being fed by your paranoia, your prior history with the darkness, and even your most irrational fears.

We create our own horror, too. Our assumptions can come to life, especially when we're vulnerable, and we let our mind and thoughts give way to our unthinkable ideas. If we just think it, it's not true, right? If we don't voice the idea, it can't hurt us, right?

Perhaps this: you encounter an evil so incomprehensible that, when it approaches you, you offer yourself up as a sacrifice willingly. It's not that you become its servant or host, you become its sustenance. Imagine wanting to give up your life to something so, so malevolent. You let it disembowel you, or slit your throat, or eat your head. What would drive a person to be so self-sacrificing in a way that simply yields to a greater power?

Creatures emerge from the underworld, or the sea, or the sky, and—with supernatural ease—prey on you, devour you, drain your life's essence, all while you're conscious. Perhaps this entity is so vile, so beyond your brain's capacity to understand, that you rip out your own eyes at the sight of it.

We always assume darkness is evil because it obscures things, hides the hideous from us, until it's upon us and we can do nothing. But, what if the light was what we had to fear? What if the cover of darkness was our solace, and the sunrise made us shriek in fits or made our heart race because we knew we had nowhere to hide, nowhere to avoid that which comes for you?

Horror goes beyond the visual and auditory; it's more about perception and deep-rooted anxieties of ancient cultures that we carry with us throughout our life. Millennia of stories have taught us to fear that which we do not understand, but perhaps that which we do understand could bring more destruction to us.

Be ready for what comes, because you just might not expect it when it does.

Friday, August 10, 2012

Famous authors failed, too. Don't lose hope!

Giving up when you're not doing well may be the worst thing you could do. Take a lesson from these famous writers. Complete list (50 Famously Successful People Who Failed At First) available here.

Stephen King: The first book by this author, the iconic thriller Carrie, received 30 rejections, finally causing King to give up and throw it in the trash. His wife fished it out and encouraged him to resubmit it, and the rest is history, with King now having hundreds of books published the distinction of being one of the best-selling authors of all time.
Emily Dickinson: Recluse and poet Emily Dickinson is a commonly read and loved writer. Yet in her lifetime she was all but ignored, having fewer than a dozen poems published out of her almost 1,800 completed works.
Theodor Seuss Giesel: Today nearly every child has read The Cat in the Hat or Green Eggs and Ham, yet 27 different publishers rejected Dr. Seuss's first book To Think That I Saw It on Mulberry Street.
Zane Grey: Incredibly popular in the early 20th century, this adventure book writer began his career as a dentist, something he quickly began to hate. So, he began to write, only to see rejection after rejection for his works, being told eventually that he had no business being a writer and should given up. It took him years, but at 40, Zane finally got his first work published, leaving him with almost 90 books to his name and selling over 50 million copies worldwide.
J. K. Rowling: Rowling may be rolling in a lot of Harry Potter dough today, but before she published the series of novels she was nearly penniless, severely depressed, divorced, trying to raise a child on her own while attending school and writing a novel. Rowling went from depending on welfare to survive to being one of the richest women in the world in a span of only five years through her hard work and determination.
Jack London: This well-known American author wasn't always such a success. While he would go on to publish popular novels like White Fang and The Call of the Wild, his first story received six hundred rejection slips before finally being accepted.
Louisa May Alcott: Most people are familiar with Alcott's most famous work, Little Women. Yet Alcott faced a bit of a battle to get her work out there and was was encouraged to find work as a servant by her family to make ends meet. It was her letters back home during her experience as a nurse in the Civil War that gave her the first big break she needed.

Keep doing what you're doing. Success may not come as quickly as you would like, but — if you're persistent — Fate may smile upon you.

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Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Sometimes you have to say goodbye...

to something you're writing. Tell me if this sounds familiar:

You've had ideas floating around your mind for days—you set up the place you're going to work in, grab a cup of coffee, turn off your cell phone, and begin writing, pouring out all of the images, words, catchy phrases, and greatness you're thinking you've just given birth to. You spend hours, maybe even days, on this treasure you've brought to the surface, only to find out (when you go back to edit) that it's crap.

Drek. Merde. Garbage. Fecal matter.

It's not that the ideas themselves may be entirely rotten to the core, but the execution was. Maybe it's both. What you thought was divinely inspired was just purple prose. You try to convince yourself that there's something salvageable about it, but the more you read it, the more your heart hurts. It happens. So, you do the thing that makes you ready to cry: you open the document, highlight the text, and... hit Delete. Painful, isn't it.

The other scenario is no less frustrating: you offer your story up to someone for feedback, and he says,

 "This chapter wasn't for me, the reader. This was for you. You needed to work out the kinks of the character (scene, plot, tension, conflict, etc.). So, now that you know this, you should just cut this."

That means the pages or chapters that you thought were the most inspired words only served to be literary calisthenics, prep work for the real deal later on. Again, you delete the text, demoralized and ready to grab a shot of whiskey.

A dear friend of mine, who read my novel before it was published, told me that chapters of my novel were unnecessary for the reader. So, I did what any good writer should do: I sat in a dark room for a while, wallowing in my self-pity for — oh — about an hour, and then I took a deep, cleansing breath before re-reading those chapters, seeing if it was even remotely possible that my friend was correct.

And he was.

I rewrote sections of my novel, excising parts (saving them in another file!) that I had truly loved but realized were not going to advance the plot. But, I found that by doing that, I actually freed up soooooooo much space to develop the ideas that really mattered. The pain diminished, the despair went away, and I felt much more pride in my work.

Saying goodbye to part of your own soul is hard, but when you know you can replace with it with an even better part, the farewell isn't quite that bad after all.

Until the next time it happens...

Sunday, August 5, 2012

Ten Commandments for a Happy Writing Life

So, I'm reading The Pocket Muse by Monica Wood as (you guessed it) inspiration for a writing course I am developing. As a writer myself, I found this list interesting, but rather than just post it, I wanted to add my 2 cents, just because. I hope you find both the list and my comments useful!

1. Don't wait for inspiration; establish a writing habit.

Man, do I know that. Sometimes, inspiration hits you when you're in the shower, in the middle of a meeting, when you're on the phone, or even in the bathroom. Tough, isn't it? It just never seems to come when you're ready to write. But, I've found that if you want to write, you can't just do it when inspiration strikes, because the Muses are fickle and sometimes cruel. You have to set up a routine: one hour a day, 30 minutes a day, three days a week—some kind of pattern that means you have devoted yourself to writing. Face it, not all your writing will be good, but it will be ideas that you might be able to use. Or not. Basically, download whatever is in your head onto paper (or computer screen). Even if you're sitting in the chair for that hour with nothing to say, write THAT. Sometimes writing is like unclogging a drain. You just have to keep plugging away at it until the real stuff gets through. And, even then, it won't always be good, but it's a place to start.

2. Take time off.

I take this a few ways. (A) I know that after I've been sitting in my routine for a while, and I feel pretty good about it, it becomes just that—routine, and I feel like I'm scraping the bottom of a greasy barrel for ideas. And no one can make sludge look anything better than sludge. I find it best to turn off the computer. Step away. Do anything but write. You keep an engine revving too long, it becomes overtaxed. (B) Sometimes, you do actually have to take time off from work to do the creative stuff. Even if you love your job (and mine is my passion in life), you still need to put the brakes on, take a day or two off, and just make yourself write (see #1).

3. Read voraciously.

I write fantasy fiction, based in Greek mythology. Maybe I should say, I absorb Greek mythology, ever since I was 8 years old. I wouldn't say I'm a renowned expert, but I know enough. And, I know where to find the information I need. My experience with Robert Graves, Edith Hamilton, Bulfinch, etc. has given me a wealth of knowledge. It's another passion. My fantasy experience includes Piers Anthony, Terry Goodkind, Ursula K. LeGuin, J. R. R. Tolkien, Orson Scott Card, Mercedes Lackey, Marion Zimmer Bradley, David Eddings, and many others. I've done my share of reading the genre. As if that weren't enough to draw from, I've been a comic book reader since I was about 10. So, yeah, read everything you can, in your genre and anything else. You just never know when inspiration will come. Experienced readers become excellent writers. I'm still reading and writing, so I'll let you know when I feel I've hit that benchmark. :)

4. Shut out the inner critic.

I started writing this story ("The Olympus Corps.") in my senior year of high school (circa 1985), but I didn't really get heavily into the novel work until about 1992. There's a reason why it took me about ten years to finish and publish my novel (2012). I edited my work with every sentence or paragraph. I'd write and write and write, and then I'd edit and edit and edit. Lather, rinse, repeat. I had to stop doing that or I would still be writing the novel. You are definitely your own worst critic. Don't judge your work. Just write. Get the ideas out there. Once you have the raw material (and it will be raw), then you can mold and shape it later. It'll happen.

5. Claim a space.

Mine is the café at Barnes & Noble. Whether I'm writing blog posts or my novel work, I find one place that's mine to write in. For some reason, the background noise works for me. Sitting at home with the television and a couch as a distraction, it's so much better for me to write somewhere where I can take a break, walk around BOOKS, and drink as much coffee as I want. The nice part is that I have an unending supply of resource material at my disposal (yes, I do actually buy most of them).

6. Claim some time.

I suppose this goes back to #1, but you actually have to claim the time you want. It's all well and good to say, "Oh, I'll write this week." No, it doesn't usually work that way. Actually write that into your schedule. Don't change your mind when your friends call and want to hang out at Applebee's. Stand strong when someone offers you tickets to go see that movie you've wanted to see. And, perhaps the hardest of all, tell your significant other you already had plans when he or she wants to go out to dinner. You have to make time for you. No one else will. It's not easy to do, I know. As a teacher, I have all summer to do whatever I want, and I set aside time every other day to do something. And that sometimes means I fidget and squirm in my chair. Tough. If I made a date with myself to write, then—everything be damned—that's what I'm going to do. Books don't write themselves. Setting the goal and keeping it means you're more likely to keep doing that.

7. Accept rejection.

I have a really hard time with rejection. Many people do. I think I jumped into being an "indie" author (through an on demand publisher like CreateSpace) because I didn't want to query traditional agents and publishers. I finished my book when I was 40, and I honestly didn't want to start the process, knowing I'd get my share of rejections. But, my experience with rejection has come from a few readers of Task Force: Gaea. For the most part, I've seen some good reviews of the novel, but I also know that people who know me are more inclined to lean more positively than not. A few 3 star reviews were, obviously, tepid, even though they did point out a few positives. One rejection came from someone I knew on Twitter. He had been following me, reposting and "favoriting" tweets of mine for months. When he said he would offer a review of the novel, I sent him a copy. Well, I woke up one morning to a tweet (not even an email) saying that he couldn't get past page 60, so he had to stop reading. Yeah, that hurt. But, I have come to realize that just because I like what I've written, or other people have, not everyone will. Some of the other rejections I've received were a few 1 star reviews (without comments). Something that still bothers me is that, while many people have bought copies of the novel, only a handful have posted any reviews, so it leads me to think that they just didn't like it, but were afraid of posting a negative review, so they posted nothing. I could be wrong, and maybe they haven't started or finished it yet because of time commitments. When you put yourself out there, you risk rejection. It's part of the process, and it helps you grow as a writer (or in anything).

8. Expect success.

I'm a "glass half full" person for the most part. I've had my share of dreams that my novel will be an award winner or that it will become a television series or even a movie, but I think expecting success is more realistic when I just think that people will like and read my book. I do expect that I will be taken seriously as a writer, and I don't think most people care whether or not I've published through an on demand company or not. The paperback or Kindle or Nook is just as viable as any other text. I do expect myself to be successful, so I strive to be the best I can be. I plan book events, interviews, and conversations so I can showcase my talent. I don't claim to be the best writer ever, nor do I claim to rival any of the great fantasy writers of all time, but I do think I have a strong voice and clear grasp of what story I am trying to tell. And, you know what? I do write with a vocabulary that may be slightly more elevated than the average reader, but I make no apologies for that. If someone has to use a dictionary or Google, I don't feel that's such a terrible thing. I'm a teacher as well as a writer, and I do believe everyone should expect success.

9. Live fully.

Writing will certainly be a big part of your life. It has to be if you want to be a published author. But, it can't be the only thing you do. I'm a high school English teacher, my primary passion in life. I give myself 100% to my students and my career because I know I can make a difference. When opportunities arise, I take them. I can't simply sequester myself in one place and devote my soul to writing. I travel when I can. I challenge myself. A full life becomes the best inspiration. Take from real life and make it surreal.

10. Wish others well.

Build connections with others, including other writers. I say "including" because you should try to bond with readers as well. Being a successful writer isn't just about promoting your own work, it's showing people what you do. Potential readers (who could help you promote your work) want to see what you do and what you think. Talk about what you love outside of literature: food, pets, colors, whatever. Compliment others when they achieve success, even if you've not reached that success. What goes around, comes around. It really does. Sometimes, you have to swallow your pride to be supportive of someone.

Thanks, Monica! Rules to write by!

Saturday, August 4, 2012

Today's the Day...

No more fooling around.

Set an egg timer for forty-five minutes, and don't get out of the chair until the timer dings. Even if you sit staring at the page the entire time, you're ingraining a habit.

Chickens and fraidy-cats may begin with five-minute segments.

The Pocket Muse, Monica Wood

A Poem—Two Ancient Lands Meet: Eire and Hellas

David Berger © 2005
I visited the Aran Islands in 2005 and found myself at a place beyond my imagination. Housed on the edge of a cliff (hundreds of feet above the ocean) on the island of Inishmore was a stone fort aging back to the Iron Age—Dún Dúchathair (The Black Fort). The stones of these forts have no mortar; they're just standing on their own without any ropes or fences.

When I visited this fort, early one morning, a dog was roaming around, sniffing the rocks, and when I ventured a little closer to the edge of the cliff than he liked, he made his way in front of me. A misty morning, looking out over the sea, I couldn't help but think he wanted to make sure I was safe. He even remained with me until I was safely away from the edge. My own guardian dog.

This poem tells the story of how a druid, while conjuring up spirits from ages past, opens a door that allows not only ancient Celtic warriors—Cuchulainn and Aoife—but also Greek ones—Achilles and Penthesilea. Their meeting proves to be one untold by ancient sages. The poem mentions Celtic warriors, like Scáthach (scou'-ha, or skah'-thakh), who trained Cuchulainn (koo-hoo'lin), as well as weapons, like Gae Bulga, Cuchulainn's spear, and Cruaiden Cadatchenn, his sword. Additionally, the Sidhe (fairy folk) make an appearance.

Battle of Dún Dúchathair

A time-worn cashel—grey stones lay
As a testament to a war torn past
And an Iron Age;
Rising cliffs ravaged by tempestuous seas,
Provide apotheosis for rough walls,
Embraced by whirling zephyrs,
The only playthings of the Sidhe.

Rocks, unaided by mortar, hold fast
Over time-wrought years,
Ever-vigilant, protecting an age forlorn.

A druid in white, mystical attendant of
A lost faith, makes a ring of weathered rock,
To begin the Samhain fires;
Upon the lowering of Scáthach’s shield,
Death knows life, the veil is down.

A cairn beside the burgeoning flames,
For a spirit of yore to embody,
A warrior called from Tech Duinn,
The land of the dead.

Breath of the Sidhe teases the flame,
Coaxing it into madness,
Until the moment arrives—
Order sees chaos,
Chaos sees order,
Waking spirits walk.

In an ancient tongue,
Within a trance,
A druid’s summons:

Cuchulainn, Ulster’s hound,
Come forth, Gae Bulga and
Cruaiden Cadatchenn in hand!

Cuchulainn, Ulster’s hound,
Come forth, Gae Bulga and
Cruaiden Cadatchenn in hand!
Through portal of fire
Coalesces warrior soul with cairn of stone,
Iron fists gripping notched spear and blade.
Spirit touches ground;
Air becomes flesh;
A Celtic hero breathes again.

Before druidic charms can halt
The ebb and flow of sprightly soul,
Three more ghostly clouds
Pass from the coil of death, through fire,
Into nature’s sovereignty,
And no Cerberus to thwart passage.

Beyond Dúchathair’s walls,
Apparitions of antiquity
Seek stone for flesh.

Cuchulainn grips tighter his faithful sword
As gravel crunches beneath sandals,
Closer and closer
And nearer still,
Until dancing fire illuminates
Kindred face and armor forged
By Hephestæan fire.

Pelean sword in lethal hand,
The slayer of Hector
Confronts his reflection in Fate’s mirror.

Stalwart soldiers share a gaze,
Weighing threat against power—
Swords lowered, yet eyes remain.

Feminine swagger approaches;
Leather-bound, eyes darting to and fro,
Armed with passion of heart and blade,
Scáthach’s apprentice stands ready—
Aoife, Celtic Amazon, surveys the milieu,
Muscles tighten as her eyes land on one
Who bested her in battle.

Amid the displaced shadows, Penthesilea,
Crescent shield in hand, encounters
Three scions of War.
Scythian queen, of Amazon blood, sizes up
Both the smithy’s hound and
Her Styx-dipped nemesis and lover.

Tribal deference,
A gentle nod of the head
From sister to sister.

Weapons aloft, tempered by blood,
Reflect holy fire and moonlight;
Majesty of cultures, mirrored through souls
Dance the steps of hunter and prey
While druidic eyes wonder.

Steel against steel—
Ringing into the night, echoing
Among Dúchathair’s bones;
Achilles and Penthesilea,
Whose blades sing a duet,
Harmony against cacophony—
Thunder of metal clashing—
The din of War;
Mathematical maneuvers fused with
Crafted instinct.

Aoife, echoing the dance,
Engages Cuchulainn—single combat
Of heart, mind, and soul,
Cruiaden Cadatchenn and Amazon broadsword.
Desire equates to victory, desire to regain
What once was hers—Gae Bulga!
Moon and sun, sun and moon,
Cloud-enshrouded constellations
Observing the melee,
A captured audience, but mute.
Orchestral chords emanate from battle,
Entertaining Ursa Major and Orion.

Hand to hand, core to core,
Celtic queen smells the deadlock approach;
With hawk-like elegance, Achilles becomes
Her prey, shifting the scales and
Playing with Fate.

Thirsting for the dance, fervor overwhelming,
Penthesilea courts Cuchulainn —
Ulster’s mongrel snarls his approval
As wind-blown spirits, zephyr and sidhe,
Incite the dancers to fury.

Whirling frenzy rises, like a slow tide,
Ease of combat with unfettered hearts;
Chimes in a gale, cast steel echoes,
Samhain fires yearn to echo motion,
Twisting, spinning, turning, leaping —

Sudden spark! Each sees in the other,
Mind and spirit, potential for an ancient,
Ephemeral love, adoration remembered.
A shard of familiarity awakens them from
Drunken reverie, the intoxication
Of Ares and the Morrigan;
To fight the unknown
Would seem to fuel the dance,
But, unfamiliar body yields to familiar soul
Through War’s choreography,
Dousing the blaze,
Stopping the mocking wind.

Stalwart warriors stand at ease,
Unable to battle.

A truce drawn, the flames beckon,
Until shades of antiquity
Reach futility and surrender,
Each tossing arms to the ground.

A reckoning is at hand—
Each cannot fight the other:
They are one and the same.
No shame nor pride, but realization:
Threads spun from Fate’s loom, once dyed with
The blood of battle, can no longer entwine into
War’s tapestry.
Spirits seeking return, from flesh to cairn,
Monuments to a legacy long past and
The druid left to wonder.

A time-worn cashel—grey stones lay
As a testament to a war torn past
And an Iron Age;
Rising cliffs ravaged by tempestuous seas,
Provide apotheosis for rough walls,
Embraced by whirling zephyrs,
The only playthings of the Sidhe.

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

What I Believe, Pt. 1

I believe in...
—respect, even when it's hard to give.
—being the better person when confronted with an adversary.
—being honest, tempered with understanding.
—reading comic books.
—eliminating animal cruelty and teaching kindness.
—eating sushi.
—voicing my opinion, my informed opinion.
—equal rights for all people. Period.
—telling people that you care about them. Often.
—speaking out against bigotry, hypocrisy, and hatred, fueled by ignorance.
—free will.
—heroes—men, women, and children.
—appreciating the natural world.
—people to do the right thing.
—my friends.
—things happening for a purpose.
—what goes around truly does come around—good or bad.
—fairy tales.
—reading... EVERYTHING.
—writing it all down and making sense of it later.
—singing in the shower or in the car.
—wearing costumes in the classroom.
—cooking food just because it tastes good.
—helping those in need.
—empowering others to teach.
—love and compassion defeating war.
—doing things to make myself happy.
—being myself.
—shaking up gender roles.
—men crying.

More to come...

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