My journal of big words and pretty pictures
In his vainglorious hubris, he believed he could suspend the rising of the sun, draw rein on the ebbing tides, and command tempestuous weather like a ringmaster. Merely a man, lost in his own charade, he came to believe his own hyperbole. When at last his fall came, the descent was bloody and cruel. Those … Continue reading Ringmaster
My “Emotion Thesaurus” lies open beside me on the couch, held in place with my “Dream Dictionary.” There’s no more room for open tabs or windows on my computer desktop. I’m hip deep in character development, and I can’t decide what to do with my hero. I’m leaning toward changing him to a her, or … Continue reading Always gets the girl
He was a phantom of mythological proportions. Spoken in hushed, reverent tones, legends of his daring adventures passed from father to son. He was larger than life, strong beyond measure, wiser than all the elders. He was a god. He was also a lie. A hero of tall tales whispered to lackadaisical children, he was … Continue reading We need a hero
Thin spiral notebook 