The small raindrops on fallen leaves know what it is to have misplaced dreams...
Misplaced Dreams
Okay, Fine. I’m Writing a Book. Send Help.
I want to have the book fully written (not edited, just written) by the end of November, at the very latest. The title of the book is 2203.
Tea is at Four
"...tea is at four. There's plenty of it. You are welcome any time. Don't bother knocking!"
-Bilbo Baggins
Scatterbrain – A New Section of My Blog
If you've ever taken the time to read anything I've written, you'll see that pretty much my entire site is what I'd call "scatterbrained." There's no general theme, this place is simply my mind dump to help me think creatively and allow other to judge some of my innermost thoughts... But I've decided to add... Continue Reading →
Ruminations of a Working Man, Pt. VII: They’ll Understand, Someday
Today, the sky is a thicker shade of gray. One that really doesn't let much sun through at all. Not much sun by our standards, anyways... I used to become inspired by the sight of clouds, the smell of rain, the sound of life with a touch of laze. I'd write some music with my guitar,... Continue Reading →
December Rose 