Tag: writing

  • A Wish Come True

    A Wish Come True

    The last time I got my wish: Merry Christmas! In the spirit of the day, the last time I got my wish would be everyday: after a lot of work, which in the moments seemed interminable, I love the life I live. I have several hobbies that bring me great pleasure, a fulfilling career, a…

  • Influence

    Influence

    J.R.R. Tolkien undoubtedly has the grandest literary influence on me. I joke that I feel so much pressure in wanting to create the next Lord of the Rings – just a joke! I recently read his The Letters of J.R.R. Tolkien and found that deeply inspiring; he gives some writing advice in there, and I’m…

  • Present Tense Practice

    Present Tense Practice

    With Select Words: vale simper fling cranberry kioske winsome prey quacky Deep in the Vale of the River Roaming, a traveler journies on the whispered promise of adventure. To his right, Roaming runs shallowly, splashing and spilling along fen and bog. He stops, plucking a plump cranberry, and popping into his mouth, reacting bitterly and…

  • The Winter Solstice

    The Winter Solstice

    From an instagram post sent to me by a crush:

  • When Happiness Arises

    When Happiness Arises

    I am most happy in a few circumstances. The first is when I have a big bowl of lentils ready to eat (see recipe) with a show to watch while I do so! However, probably the one thing that makes me the most happy is when I’m just poking around town spending time at coffee…

  • Repetition

    Repetition

    At the end of all things there existed the Last: a group of beings all on their own, floating in the remnants of Space, but beings, sentient, nonetheless. What exactly they were is unknown: tales are told of these great Wanderers, alone among the Stars, but tales, myths, nonetheless. Time collides – the Last were,…

  • Teachers

    Teachers

    My first thoughts went to a YouTuber (cringe) and then to fictional characters (e.g., Aragorn – less cringe, but still intangible). I unfortunately can’t consider my dad, either. Finally, my thoughts settled on teachers from more than 10 years ago; a sad indictment of men. The first teacher, Mr. S., was my middle school –…