Crawling Progress

babies-crawling-up-stairsIt’s going alright again. Despite the many distractions still floating around, recent socio-political events occupying my mind and me still (yes, even now) trying to get a grip on the whole entering a new phase in my life I’d say there is progress. Sure, it’s a slow, crawling kind of progress you would almost need to watch a time-lapse video of to actually witness, but it’s still progress. I got a little further with Tyrant (although I need to catch up again tomorrow, so I have to be careful before I go praise myself too much…) and posting every other day seems to be working out alright so far. I’d have liked to get more done, but at the very least things are looking up. A bit more and I may just go from crawling to getting back on my feet and actually walking again! Posting every single day? Madness! Madness, I say! ^_~ It may not happen this day, but when it will happen it’ll sure be a joyous day! ^_^

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Dream Train Encounter

Have you ever had one of those dreams where you met someone and almost immediately there was this inexplicable click, or connection (or whatever you want to call it)? You have no recollection of ever meeting this person and can hardly even recall what happened, but that is irrelevant. There was this feeling of utter joy, euphoria even: things were just perfect. And then you wake up… You try to get to sleep again, get back into the dream and find that person to continue that marvelous encounter, but of course, you soon realize with great disappointment, you can’t…

It’s that kind of dream I had last night. The great feelings during the dream and the disappointment afterwards (as described above) really struck me and so one of the first thing I did in the morning was turn it into a short poem, to both describe and deal with the emotions they brought about.

Now don’t get me wrong. I have people in my real life whom I love dearly and for whose mere presence I’m eternally grateful. With them around, I don’t really need a, well, dream girl (she iss, quite literally) to be happy, but her presence… I don’t think I’d mind…

And one last thing. The green hair and train may seem like I’m invoking Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. I’m not, at least not consciously. I did not choose to dream this dream, after all. Plus, it’s been quite a while since I’ve last seen the movie and while I don’t recall most of my dream’s details, I do know the girl didn’t look like Kate Winslet. ^_^

Dream Train Encounter
A simple train ride
Dull grey carriage lighting up
See you sitting there

Look up to face me
Hair bright green, smiling you speak
Feels so wonderful

Train leaves, your hand waves
Awakening, a deep sigh
Won’t see you again…

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Shifting Gears

shiftinggearsAs you undoubtedly have noticed, recent posts have occasionally been posted with one-day gaps in-between them. This is because the goal I’ve currently set for myself is to post every other day, but if I manage I will do so every single day. This is to allow myself to get back in the flow of things as I get used to all the changes following my (de facto though not yet official) graduation. Yes, I know that’s what tend to write about a lot (that and not knowing how or what to write) and I can imagine it getting a bit monotonous and tiresome, but this it is my current reality. I intend for my set goals to soon progress again and get things back where they were when I started the Archives. For now I think this is nice compromise that keeps the blog going while keeping things manageable for me. Writing itself will be done on a daily basis and will mostly include background writing on stories like Tyrant. Can’t get lazy now, right? ^_^

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Return to Tyrant

So I returned to working on Tyrant again. I think it’s high time got that going again. Firstly it makes sense to go there since my writing has gotten back on back on track again, albeit a pretty bumpy track so far. Kind of like today’s progress: tiny, but at least it’s there. Also, this is a story feel I must be written, probably more than the other works for the book. Not because of the groundbreaking, revolutionary effect it will have on literature or society or something equally big (I seriously doubt it will), but, like I said some time before, it has a significant personal side to it. I won’t go into detail how exactly (that is, well, pretty personal and would take much too long anyway…), but suffice it to say, more so than pretty much any other work for my book it is this one story that needs to be told.

So there I am. I’ll be looking into unbumping the track some more in the coming days and get back to my routine of writing and posting every day. I feel I can better bring up the discipline to do so now. Thanks to everyone who has stuck with me here at the Archives, despite my long silence and still inconsistent posting afterwards. It’s good to have you! ^_^

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Lest We Forget

A more serious post today. Yesterday I went to a protest against the atrocities taking place in Gaza with even greater force than usual. It was a bittersweet event: sweet because thousands of kindred souls, just as angry and pained with the situation rose up and came together, bitter because it is apparently still very much necessary after all this time. The poem below is an attempt to put my feelings on the matter, what goes through my mind, into words. I do not intend for a political battlefield here, so whatever your thoughts on the matter: feel free to comment if you wish, but please remain respectful. Thank you.

Lest We Forget
An unending storm
Raging thunder heralding
Burning metal rain

Three, four, five-hundred
Rising still into the sky
Like the smoke and flames

Haunting images
Bodies lie burned, broken, still
A deserted beach

Blameless, extinguished
Thirteen years young, eight years, five…
One-and-a-half month…

Straight-faced and fork-tongued
Horrors of times long past by
Are now justified

Yet suits stay silent
Only express their, worry
Simply urge, restraint

Emotions whirling
Sadness, anger, disbelief
Look around for hope

Not giving up now
Stand up, eyes open, fist raised
Firmly marching on

Lest we forget once again…

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Daily Writing Part 18

Random word of the day: Ghost

Today’s random word allowed me to return to somewhere I haven’t been in quite a while; my Star Wars stories. Ghost is the nickname of one of the clone trooper I created a long time ago, the sniper and stealth specialist of a clone commando squad, and he was one of the first things that came to mind when the Random Word Generator gave me the word. It’s quite short and obviously unfinished, which is influenced by both time (it’s late here) and space (can’t make these overly long) constraints, but I don’t intend to end it here. Expect to see a continuation of this and thus more of Ghost in the near future. Now, there are some slight spoilers for the stories I still intend to post. They’re not huge and won’t give a lot of big crucial parts of the story away, but you might want to take that into consideration if you’re interested in reading those. In the meanwhile, I hope you’ll enjoy.

And as always, for those not as knowledgeable on Star Wars:

 81574_1321831909454_fullThe end of the war had occurred very differently than how he had expected it would and certainly not in a direction he liked. The Seperatists they’d been fighting wiped from the face of the Galaxy and the Galactic Republic they had so staunchly defended promptly replaced by a brand-new Galactic Empire. Then there was the Jedi Order, of course, its members made from valiant protectors to treacherous terrorists in the blink of an eye and quickly going the same way as the Seps. Or so everyone thought…

From under his helmet Ghost grinned. If only the Empire knew what was hiding right under their noses. Hidden by the high grass of Dantooine’s plains and a state of the art personal stealth field the former member of clone commando team Alpha Squad watched the cave ahead intently through the scope of his DC-15x sniper rifle. He was well aware that if he was caught doing this, the consequences would be severe. Of course as a clone commando, far behind enemy lines more often than not, that had been pretty much his life in a nutshell. Only this time the odds were bigger than ever. It wasn’t simply his job or even his life on the line. A better future, a different future, currently hinged on him doing his job. Thankfully that was something he excelled at.

Ghost’s eyes narrowed as he heard the sound of approaching vehicles. Seconds later three clone troopers on speeder bikes stopped just before the cave’s entrance. Boys, what the kark is this? Ghost thought, more than a bit annoyed at the sight. There were not supposed to be patrols at this time, not in this area… The commando slung his rifle and over his shoulder. Quickly but in complete silence he moved through the grass, approaching the unsuspecting troopers still parking their bikes. What in the blazes are you doing here? Only a few meters away from the first trooper Ghost drew the vibroknife from his belt. Ner vode, please don’t make me use this…

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Daily Writing Part 17

Random word of the day: Friar

And we’re back, with what will hopefully mark the beginning of my new writing revival!

Initially I planned to write a short story with today’s word. It was going to be bit a of a callback to the very first of my daily writings. I managed to make a start, but I didn’t get very far, at least not today. It did actually give me new ideas for the story that was featured there and then, so I’m certainly keeping this in mind.

Instead of the story I went with a silly limerick that was also partially in my head. It has a number of puns/references in it, combining today’s random word with a single name. Can you spot them all? ^_^

Friar Who?
A chubby old friar from Warsaw
Rode ’round on a motorized rickshaw
He kept badgering snackers
To attain salted crackers
But in the end had to settle for coleslaw

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Itsa Me!

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Who? Just your average descendant of two sea-faring peoples, nearly graduated anthropology student and aspiring author with a life-long passion for writing.

What? Uhm, human. I think... Also a bit crazy, but in a good way. I think...

Where? A land under the sea, far, far away. Occasionally with my head in the clouds.

Why? Trying to get both my work and my love for writing out there, sharing them with others and getting in touch with fellow writers, artists and other like-minded people.

Hi! ^_^


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