NaNoWriMo - Let Slip the Dogs of War

Getting prepped for this year's National November Writing Month.  (Last year's was cut short as I grieved with my family over our beloved cousin's tragic death...it took much time, and we love her sorely, and time moves on...there isn't a day that goes by that one of us here thinks or talks about her...she was such a light.)

This year I am departing from my usual novel fodder and shifting to science fiction.  I've had more than a few short stories, but I have used my commute time to come up with a full three novel arch for a character that I've loved for some time - the 'huntress'.  There has been little depth to a character that I first envisioned back in college (with a video short called 'Hunter's Silhouette').  This time around, she is fully fleshed out with a back-drop of a universe that's been quelling inside.

I thank you for visiting my site and I'll be updating this month a lot of other efforts - video, podcast and artwork.  Keep coming back each week for something new!

hear:Sonder 'Too Fast'

poem:"Impossible"

on DeviantArt...

Fate never allowed
It only teased the potential, the heady glimmer of what could have been
It knew a passing reflection for a narcissist would be enough
Fate allowed enough
The declarative was all that's left

Summed in a glance and the warmth of a breath

Can't say the word gone
As there was nothing before or since, time never the factor
Does an idea hold time?

As the adage may sway when playing with it, an idea,
It, and of itself, is all naught
An empty hand

Here you were, all,
And all to me

I would have fought worlds, conquered stars
Cheated death, amassed armies, tore asunder all the world's foundations and built Parnassus anew
Had that chance been given

Fleeting as the shadow of a bird on the periphery

Quiet and unkempt
Lost in the other shadows

Past

and

nothing.

spinning:"change"

Building...and building...