Hello everyone, as you may have noticed it’s Friday and I am writing my blog journal today instead of on Wednesday. Honestly I got distracted working on one of my projects the table top rpg I’m designing and as such forgot that I needed to write a blog journal until latter. Not a big deal over all but I have no idea how many of you actually look forward to reading these so I tend not to stress out about it to much.
As you might have guessed I’ve mostly recovered from being sick though there are a few lingering symptoms that I’m working through. Once I’m back up to 100% I should really remember to get my flu shot. Maybe if I write it down here I won’t forget.
Poems, Micro Stories, and blogs
As some of you might have noticed I have started writing micro stories (or maybe just short, short stories, I’m a little unsure of the definitions) you can check out my first one here. All in all I liked how it turned out and I want to write more of these, but I’m not really sure show to optimize my schedule and creative time with this new addition to my repertoire. I could write micro stories and then write one less poem that week. Or I could write two poems and a micro story–but honestly I’m not sure how to is going to feel on my end considering the whole point of only doing two poems a week is to keep myself from burning out. I’ll let you guys know what I’m going to do about that next week. But for now enjoy the new posts you’ll be getting.
As I said earlier I got distracted working on my Table Top RPG system that I’ve been designing. And so that’s coming along nicely. But due to that not a lot of progress has been made on the book I’ve been working on writing. Honestly I’m not really sure which of these two major projects I should be prioritizing. So it seems like each week I end up working more on when then the other–then I wonder if I should have been working on the other project instead. Maybe one day I will understand how to manage time properly–but it is not this day.
What have I been reading and playing
I’ve finally gotten around to doing some reading, and I’ve been working my way though the Hundred Thousand Kingdoms by N.K. Jemisin it’s good so far but I’ll have to wait until I’ve made my way all the way though to know for sure.
I’ve been playing a lot of games since I was so sick over the past few weeks. I’ve been working my way though another play-though of Pokemon Sun, I’ve been trying to find time to play Fire Emblem Three Houses, and I even took a crack at this new RPG called Indivisible (no relation to the political movement group).
I think that’s going to have to be all from me for now. But I do intend on blogging for re-blog Friday as I always do. Have a good weekend and I’ll talk to you next week.
It was going to be so simple,
When it started,
A simple life,
A simple morality.
But that was a lie,
A lie young me told himself,
So he could believe I would fight,
For what needed fighting for.
I’m told it’s never to late,
To start anew,
But it’s never that simple.
Drifting though the clouds,
Meaning lost and meaning,
The world lives and,
People too find their,
Just like thoughts,
He stood at the edge of the cliff–he didn’t know why. It felt to him as though every part of his life lead to that moment. Nothing else would matter, nothing he had done or was going to do, if he took one step forward. But backing away didn’t mean anything he did had any more meaning then it would if he chose the void.
The only thing he could bank on–the one hope–would be that he would have a chance to make his life matter. After that one single most important moment.
But since it was the single most important moment of his life he had to wonder. Would anything he ever did ever be as important again–would it even matter?
If he lived a thousand years, would it matter? Would he ever have a moment as important as that moment again?
He didn’t know….
He stepped away from the ledge….
Reblog Friday turned into reblog Sunday. Sorry about that.
This one is a fun one I really like hope you enjoy it too.
Dragon, keeper of mystical might. How he have inspired many a fright, at the side of children’s beds. How you have made us dare to dream, of your amazing reality. Red, green, black, and blue. Gold, Silver, brass, and bronze and purple don’t forget. And many more far too numerous to name. You may have been a myth to many even in the depths of ancient past.
Dragon now I ask, do you too dream? Of a strange small creature that builds city’s and no longer believes in the magic you wield. Do you use the story of humans to frighten your hatchlings into being good? Time and time again I wonder on these things. What meaning do these beasts have? But then you must wonder the same thing to. As we ruin our world, and laugh at the fear that we held of you in our ancient past.
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Another week arrives,
As I clear sleep from my eyes.
Moment to moment,
Time slows down.
Nothing to look forward to,
Nothing to be.
Just another week