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Quote of the Day

There was another life that I might have had,
but I am having this one.

– Kazuo Ishiguro –

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Quote of the Day

You are not an option, a choice or a soft place to land after a long battle. You were meant to be the one. If you can wrap yourself around the idea that you are something incredible, then you will stop excusing behavior that rapes your very soul. You were never meant to teach someone to love you. You were meant to be loved.

-Shannon L. Alder-

The Neurotic’s Notebook Quote

“Family quarrels have a total bitterness unmatched by others. Yet it sometimes happens that they also have a kind of tang, a pleasantness beneath the unpleasantness, based on the tacit understanding that this is not for keeps; that any limb you climb out on will still be there later for you to climb back.”

– Mignon McLaughlin

Quote of the Day

“I remember when your name was just another name that rolled without thought off my tongue.

Now, I can’t look at your name without an abundance of sentiment attached to each letter.

Your name, which I played with so carelessly, so easily, has somehow become sacred to my lips.

A name I won’t throw around lightheartedly or repeat without deep thought.

And if ever I speak of you, I use the English language to describe who you were to me. You are nameless, because those letters grouped together in that familiar form….. carries too much meaning for my capricious heart.”

-Coco J. Ginger

Open Letter #37

Dear—,

Sometimes I feel like I’m underwater and that I won’t ever resurface again. The light at the top gets further and further away, and I just keep sinking deeper into the abyss, breathless in a cold world with no end. The darkness is going to consume me. Swallow me whole. It’ll accept these long half-empty remains and gift me with reprieve.

I’ll lay adrift between the realms of consciousness—that sweet holy divide where I can get lost forever, trapped in torpid comfort where I’m neither angry, nor content; neither tired, nor awake. It’s bliss. It’s agony. It’s just me there, in a place light will never reach. Those strips that are always too busy slipping through my fingers or mockingly lingering on the edge of my vision whenever I try to reach out will be gone completely, and, as always, I will be left alone with my thoughts, with this diseased mind of mine that I’m quite sick of. But that’s beside the point. Because, ultimately, I will be left alone—with nothing to worry about or ruminate over.

It’s an appealing thought.

Too appealing.

But it’s hard to be concerned.

-Nicholas Rinth

 

Excerpt

Brief section of the chapter I’m working on for the third installment of Heartstone:

Her eyes brightened revealing happiness so stark that he bent at the waist, closer, sinking over her, helplessly drawn like a line had yanked him forward. It was a simple thing then to return her half-smile, to match the intensity of her gaze, to acknowledge the bubbling heat unfurling like late petals in spring between them.

Life Update

Posts to the blog and to Instagram will be slowing down even more over the next couple of months. I’ve enrolled in three classes that will last all throughout Summer and I’ll be doing another heavy load of 18-21 credits in both Fall and Spring, as I’m trying to attain my next degree before the Summer of 2019.

I am writing, although I’m mostly just working on my Heartstone series. I’ve written quite a bit over the last couple of days, due largely to this glorious little week called, Spring Break—bless it. Currently, I believe I’ve written a grand total of 18,000 words (and change) since Tuesday. At this rate, the third manuscript should be done sometime this year. I plan on returning to editing the second as soon as it is, so I can get it all primmed for publication this Fall.

I’m still deciding between beginning the fourth and final book this year or just working on another untitled fantasy manuscript that I started some time ago. I placed it on the back burner because I wanted to finish the third installment in Heartstone first. It would be nice to play in a different world for a while, though I’m afraid I might find it too cozy to return in a timely manner. I’ll see where my muse takes me.

In other news, I went to go see a Noel Gallagher concert in Atlanta on the 28th of February. I bought the ticket the night before and drove a few hours to go see him (and why wouldn’t I? He’s the only god I’ll ever need.) Unfortunately, I had to return home that same night because of school. But I at least got a cool tour flag, a way too large shirt, and a highly treasured autograph.

I’ve got a tattoo convention and (another) appointment to look forward to in April.  I may or may not post pictures of the latter.

People have sent me more fanart!

I’ve planned about seven trips over the next year. I’m particularly looking forward to a cruise in early December.

Lastly, I joined an honor society and two clubs at school.

Really, I’m not even sure where the first few months of 2018 have gone. I’m perpetually busy—if not doing things, then planning them. Though I’m pretty sure there was about a week of idleness sometime in between.

All in all, I’ve got a busy year ahead of me and not enough time… never enough time. I’ll be tired, cranky, and just trying to keep my sanity throughout it, but that isn’t new. Currently, I have a bottle of Japanese Plum Wine and a half-filled glass on my nightstand. It helps to have something to take off the edge.

My life is moving forward, even though I spend a good deal of it planted in a chair.

Until next time.

Fiddler’s Green

My brother showed me this some time ago, and it’s interesting enough to warrant  a share to everyone else on here. He’s part of the US Navy, and is incredibly interested in all the hymns and poems and literature surrounding the military. I don’t blame him. It’s all really great. The information and poem below was copied from the Fiddler’s Green wikipedia page: HERE.


Fiddler’s Green is a legendary supposed afterlife, where there is perpetual mirth, a fiddle that never stops playing, and dancers who never tire. In 19th-century maritime folklore it was a kind of afterlife for sailors who have served at least 50 years at sea.

The Cavalrymen’s Poem, also entitled “Fiddlers’ Green” was published in the U.S. Army’s Cavalry Journal in 1923 and became associated with the 1st Cavalry Division.

Fiddler’s Green

Halfway down the trail to Hell in a shady meadow green,
are the Souls of all dead troopers camped near a good old-fashion canteen,
and this eternal resting place is known as Fiddlers’ Green.
 
Marching past, straight through to Hell, the Infantry are seen,
accompanied by the Engineers, Artillery, and Marine,
for none but the shades of Cavalrymen dismount at Fiddlers’ Green.
 
Though some go curving down the trail to seek a warmer scene,
no trooper ever gets to Hell ere he’s emptied his canteen
and so rides back to drink again with friends at Fiddlers’ Green.
 
And so when man and horse go down beneath a saber keen,
or in a roaring charge fierce melee you stop a bullet clean,
and the hostiles come to get your scalp,
just empty your canteen and put your pistol to your head
and go to Fiddlers’ Green.