Welcome to my blog. I have been published in The Broadkill Review and Iconoclast. I love reading and writing. I also love discussing reading and writing and sharing ideas. I am currently working on a mystery/thriller/romance.
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As an avid reader, I have no idea how Chuck Wendig slipped under my radar for so long. I feel cheated. Also, I’m pretty sure he’s my spirit animal. If you haven’t read his work, run, don’t walk, to your local book store or Amazon RIGHT FUCKING NOW and get a piece of his work. Seriously. You can thank me later.
Tonight my fellow Wordaholics, I will not be including the book blurb of Blue Blazes. The blurb on the back is a total missleading thing and I got a bit angry becuase I couldn’t find the most fitting intro… Chuck Wendig wrote a Urban Fantacy that I have been listening to this past month […]
via The Blue Blazes- Chuck Wendig — Wordaholicanonymous
Allowing little space
for the light to spread
Confidence acquired by
Great natural geniuses
swim for time
Out of sight
Losing sight of coast
He desires to return again
But at some further point
Like this compass
And takes the bearing of the cape
Through the darkness
The coast hunter’s skill
As the mighty iron in their hands
Lightly say of it
The ship tore on
Leaving such as furrow in the sea as when
Becomes a ploughshare
And turns up
This swift of deck
And tangles the heart
This ship and I are two brave fellows!
Some one take me on the sea
That leaves no dust behind
Right ahead! Was now the mast-head cry
I knew it – ye can’t escape
Blow on and split
The mad fiend himself is after ye!
Blow your trump
Blister your lungs!
Ahab will dam off your blood
As a miller shuts his water gate upon the stream!
Like old wine
Pale fears and forebodings some have felt before
These were not only now kept out of sight.