So the dance begins again, a waltz betwixt head and heart -- what I want to do versus what I should do. Prisoners are we, locked in prisons of flesh and bone, locked in lesser versions of ourselves. Go, break out.
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The Sand Shed: A Poem
A poem about loved ones lost, fond memories and my own time running out. I'd say enjoy, but it's not that kind of poem. Reflect, rather...
Wolf: And Hell She Would go Through
As I've mentioned in past posts, the protagonist of my current work is (and much to my own sorrow) subjected to a grueling ordeal. Nothing worth doing was ever easy, my Father once said; for Elke Wolf, nothing would be easy, nothing at all.
The scale of it All
How can you easily convey the size of your evil monster to a reader? It's tough and it's one aspect of writing I struggled with for a time -- achieving scale and the sense thereof. You might write 'the thing, it was as big as a house,' but I find something like that to be … Continue reading The scale of it All
WOLF, Chapter One: The Witch of Berges
Tomato soup was served on Wednesdays; a favourite of the Reimstadts. To make tomato soup in their kitchen’s old, black-iron cauldrons, you’d have to fetch water from the well in the castle’s courtyard five, or maybe six times. As a maid to the esteemed Reimstadts, that was expected of you.
I Love You, Dad
Ugh, Family... There's not a perfect one on planet Earth. My thoughts dwell on family this day, specifically my Father; inspiration and voice of reason both.
An Insidious Killer
I could ramble at length about Darkest Dungeon, but on this occasion I'd like to float around its surface level, at least as a jumping-off point for future posts. Darkest Dungeon puts you in the shoes of the Lord of a crumbling Hamlet; The Ancestor serving as your guide through the world and the reason as to your tenure here.
The Wolf’s Witch: Izzy
Every protagonist needs a mentor; someone that'll tease out the wants and wishes buried in their heart while giving them the necessary skills to chase them. For Elke Wolf, that person is Izzy and they met, briefly, a long time before the events of Wolf...
Emily: The Tools of War
A very short one today. Emily is a story about a boy and a girl (for all intents and purposes). World War 1 was the fiercest conflict humanity had ever brought upon itself up until World War 2. Between 1914 and 1918, more than 100,000,000 lives were lost directly and indirectly. Heroes emerged in its wake, but so did broken men and women; soldiers, factory workers, logistics teams, operational staff, ration makers, bread bakers, seamstresses, clerks and tellers. This is, in a way, for them.
Music To Write Books to
The bulk of my writing is done at night. There's a calmness to having dark blanket the world; no one needs me for anything, work is most definitely over, I can exist, just exist, in peace. It doesn't last long, the peace, because my brain starts asking questions, questions like: why aren't my fingers typing, or why am I wasting perfectly good writing time? It always wins in the end -- no rest for the wicked, as they say. But with my digits in motion and half an idea in mind, what do I drown the uneasy silence out with? Music, of course.
AJ Carney 