An Update, Today's Poetry - Aftermath - and Videos

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It's a mixed smorgasbord, today, as I pick up the pieces of the latest bit of Life. I'm working at getting my writing, production, publishing and video schedules back on track. 

The Update

This week, I made my first submission for the year, and completed a second...although that one's going to need a home. I also dealt with an unexpected work issue that will mean some significant changes on the writing and youtubing front - yes, you will see some more content from both, and finally, I was able to return to working on my novel.

This Month's Goals: (Because it's never too late.)

1. Complete Dark God's Rise; and

2. Make 2 more short story submissions.

It's small potatoes, but I need time to recover, and get an idea of what the new routine looks like. In September, I'll have a better idea of my capabilities. For now, these three things are the limit.

The Poem:

Like any upheaval, this latest one bleeds out in words. Here's one of the pieces that arrived today.


Aftermath

Everything is broken,

Worlds shattered

Beliefs unwoven

A washed-out path

A vanished road

And only aether

our hopes to govern.


You'll find it, and the other pieces from today, in Another 366 Days of Poetry, when it releases.

The Videos:

Today's videos are as follows (Links in the thumbnails):

1. A reading of the poem 'Dragons in Mourning'


 

 

 

 

 

2.  The Final Fantasy XIV Online Ul'dahn main story quest, Nothing to See Here

 


 

 

 

 

 3. An episode of Garden Paws involving a lot of questing and a fruit tree seedmaker, and

 


 

 

 

 

  

4. An episode of Final Fantasy XIV Online, in which two engineers, Biggs and Wedge, are rescued.






 

Today's Words:

And, yes, I do have some words to share.These are from the ones written for Dark God's Rise: --------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Samuel had almost finished fitting several neatly faceted gemstones to the griffon’s second wing, when a messenger knocked at his door. Grumbling, he lowered the slender cutter to the bench and stood. He lifted the new sharpening stone into his pocket, without noticing, and turned toward the door.

The stone glowed in his hand, but he didn’t see it shine, or feel the slight warmth that curled into his hand. It was in his pocket before he could register the touch of magic against his skin, unaware of the ancient deity watching his every move and gloating as its snare closed.

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And, on that note, I'm heading out.

Have a great day out there, wherever and whenever in the world you are.

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