A river of possibility
Lies just up ahead,
But the strong current
Could pull me off course
If I let it snatch me in
With its cursed whirlpool
Of worries and what if’s.
To prepare I must be strong,
And keep a steady head
In these waters of fear itself.
Wentworth Miller is currently playing Leonard Snart/Captain Cold in Legends of Tomorrow. Which is why I feel he’s become a prime example of a superhero both on and off screen. But there was something he recently posted up on his Facebook that many people can relate to. When he saw a meme of himself posted…
I plan on entering the novel I have currently been working on for the past year or so, Searching for Sunset, for this competition. This has given me the drive to finally push ahead and try and finish the thing, which will take a lot of work in order for to meet the June 7th deadline, but I think it can be done. I am expecting to spend a lot of time re-writing and editing, however!
The novel concerns a young gay man who is a bit of a social misfit, and is trying to move past the pain from his previous relationship. An aspiring writer, his life changes when he meets a gentleman with similar ambitions through the infamous phone app, Grindr. (a lot of the story is based on personal experience, while other parts are a little more fantastical).
For any other aspiring novelists out there, this contest may be worth a look – there is also the chance to get critiques on your writing from other entrants, so even if you don’t win there should be something to get out of it. I may post about my progress on the novel over the coming months, but I thought I would bring this contest to people’s attention 🙂 Good luck to anyone who enters…
…As for the subject of this post; yes, it is the dreaded ‘To Read’ pile that, for those like me who enjoy a good book, seems to grow ever bigger due to the heavy demands and committments of our everyday lives. It became a bit of a problem for me last year, as I was constantly buying books from second-hand bookshops/charity shops, thinking ‘I’ll get to all these someday’, only to find I had so many building up in my room, still unread. It was at that point I literally sorted them into a ‘To Read’ pile, and began, you know, actually reading the blasted things, further vowing to not buy anymore until I had finished them. I’ll admit I make the occassional exception – if there is a new Margaret Atwood coming out I will either buy it or ask for it as a…
It may have lost its true form
But the lies linger there still,
Deceit hanging in the dust,
The anguish filling the air,
Still scratching the throats
Of those bewitched by its spell.
They may thirst for truth now
But only a trail of tales remains,
Spewed from its toxic mouth
That dealt all of its damage
Before disappearing in a flicker
Burning trust to blackened twigs.
It’s a scourge that’s lost its shape
Yet still thrives in bad dreams
And pollutes precious memories,
Possessing each drop of perception.
Break free before your old self is gone
And there is no more of you to take.