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Awake to the sound of streaming music gradually growing louder, a faint warning quickly growing into a siren.

It’s go time! I roll out of bed to hastily brush my teeth and pull on shorts, a t-shirt and running shoes. Yesterday was high-intensity training; today it’s back to hitting the pavement. Ear buds in I take a two mile run through the neighborhood, watching the pink tones of sky change to blue and the world slowly begin to awake, become alive. The beat of hit-hop music keeps me on pace and the wind beneath my feet makes me feel closer to nature, much closer to being alive, being myself.

My perfect days are imbued with the sound of music.

A hot cup of coffee flavored with white chocolate mocha is next up as I start my day on my balcony with a view of the ocean. I love great bodies of water because everything feels bigger near water as it goes in and out. A single drop in the ocean has an incredible story and limitless possibilities for exploration. Seeing water makes me feel the same way, as if I’m just a drop of water in the ocean with unfulfilled possibilities.

A single drop in the ocean has an incredible story and limitless possibilities for exploration.

My mornings are time for productivity. Even though I’m a night owl I prefer to get most of the work out of the way before heading out for the rest of the afternoon/evening. My focus is on technology and inbound marketing, however I also spend time working on the last installment of my best selling fantasy book series.

Afternoons are when I have time to go on an adventure and expand my knowledge of the country I’m temporarily staying in. My evenings are the best times, full of energy, friends, people and events. It’s life and the best life is lived surrounded by those you love and meeting others who will become important in your life.

A perfect day is not filled with things or places, however it is full of feelings, experiences and opportunities. There are many moments in life which I attribute to being perfect, and those moments added up are the sum of a perfect day.

I have perfect moments each and every day and most of those moments are because of the attitude I have adapted in life.

I strongly believe that you do not have to become what others expect you to become, and if negative pressure continues to confuse you and pull you down, it’s time to sever those connections. I believe going against the grain should be the new normal and staying true to who you are is more important than answering to a call outside of yourself which will never make you happy. Stay true to your heart and enjoy those perfect moments, whether it is a whole day or 30 minutes when you wake up and realize life is truly worth living.

30 day challenge


Below is a preview of a 40,000 word novella I wrote as a prequel to the Four World Series. Following along in the adventure/fantasy theme Myran tells the story of a young woman determined to fight through tragedy and regain her place in the world.

Selections from Chapter 7 – Lightening Vision

I woke to a silvery light, I could tell it was daylight, yet around me a phantom of mist floated and glazed its way around me. We were still deep in the forest, lost in its secret and hidden paths, yet everything here was enchanted, it all seemed to move around me, or maybe it was the eeriness of the mists. Nothing seemed real, yet everything was touchable.

The leaves seemed to have their own bodies, moving, no, even floating in the shadows of light. The grass was flattened under the presence of the unearthly and even the vast trunks shuddered under an impending weight. For the first time, I began to feel the fullness of the power of the “wild things” and their knowledge and infinite life. It began to touch me, creeping over my body softly until I felt cold and clammy and I realized what I had been fighting. A power impossible to resist, knowledge vast beyond understanding, who could live so close to this? This was true fear, the large knowing which stood up and looked me square in the face, and told me this life was not for me.

I was not a “wild thing” and would never be one. This is why I must leave and give them back their sacredness, return their secrets to their keepers, and never stir beyond their untraceable borders again. There was no fighting this mystery, they had relented, as long as I was a child, but now, grown as I was, it was over and they returned to their home.

As for me, what would happen to me, this was now thrown to the wind. Life was now meandering, following the directions of the wind. Now I was the stone which had been cast into the waterfall, it was my turn to go where it willed, and as much as I wanted to refuse, I could not resist.

“Are you ready?” Luthín asked. I was surprised at the question, I expected her to simply rush me off, as the day before.

“I will never be ready,” I replied my words sounded neutral in the unforgiving air, pushing me away and onwards, further from the secretive “wild things”. “I know now though, it is not up to me.”

“Then you feel it too,” she paused, lost for a moment, in what, I could not understand, she appeared to be seeing more than thinking.

Tilyon walked up, the signal for departure. Luthín quickly turned to me, almost apologetically. “You cannot know, it must be like you have never been here,” and without warning she produced a greenish belt which she wound around my eyes.

A slight hint of anger washed over me, but the relentless power of the “wild things” was strong. I knew it would be useless to disagree so I simply let myself be guided by Luthín’s nimble fingers. My thoughts I kept to myself, from the probing of the “wild things” who seemed to know all, which was all too much. One cannot expect a child, raised by nature to suddenly become tame. As much as I liked my wondering thoughts I wished for little more than security and by ripping me apart, the “wild things” had lost my trust.

“Where are we going?” I asked, sometime later. It was more of a request than a demanded. I felt, blind as I was, at least I deserved to know where we were heading and whether they were faithlessly casting me out into the wild, returning me to my people, or simply finding a new hiding place. I had much doubt in the last thought, it seemed to me time to take life into my own hands.

“The shadows are fixed far from here,” Luthín murmured as if she did not hear my request.

“We are returning to the Green Havens,” Tilyon replied smoothly in his easy voice. “Do not worry, they accept outsiders there,” then he paused, maybe thinking he had offended me by calling me an outsider. “You will not be forced to leave there,” he trailed off.

Even though I could not see expression, I felt rather than visualized the exchange of glances between Luthín and Tilyon. There was something boding, information they were hiding from me. “Are you going to take me to my people? Are you tired of hiding me?” I asked, unkindly.

One of them stepped on a stick, an unlikely misstep for a “wild thing”, it snapped loudly against the light fluidity of our movements. The remains of my question were answered in silence but I knew at least I had reached part of the truth and fell silent for the remainder of the day.

Sometime later, the rapid pace of forest life slowed and the air chilled slightly around me. Now I heard larger wings and higher voices calling to one another, the animals were tip-toeing around each other. Now came the dance of the hunter and its prey and night, as if hiding this deathly game, came like a swift cloud and covered the nocturnal activities.

Even with this change, however slight, my guardians continued to travel on, pausing for neither food nor drink. It was like the night before, a flight into the unknown, a sense of desperation spread and soon I began to feel chilled and lost. Darkness gathered its’ deep despair around me but instead of relaxing in its arms I grew tense. At this pace we would soon arrive at the Green Havens I guessed, and once again I would be trapped in their designs of a life. Possibly there would be another fight about me and then a decision. I had to escape, as soon as my eyes were released. Then it would be my turn to disappear into the forest, it would be my turn to forsake the sacred rules and laws the “wild things” appeared to keep.

Ready for more? Sorry this book hasn’t been published yet but please feel free to contact me or leave me a comment. Due to demand I may provide an early release!

Philosophy. Every time that topic comes up I think of old wise scholars with full beards discussing in great detail topics which overpass my limited knowledge. Recently, though, while browsing through Barnes and Noble I picked up the book A Brief History of Thought – A Philosophical Guide to Living by Luc Ferry. A popular book in France, I thought I’d take a stab at further understanding the philosophy of…well…philosophy.

Divided into six rather lengthy chapters, Ferry provides an overview of the five key “transforming visions” which have shaped our world views concerning philosophy. In my mind philosophers attempt to explain the meaning of life; a concept which is board and beyond the human mind. As humans we are constantly evolving and changing, and with this change new theories are ever emerging.

I do not attempt to understand each revelation brought forth that spans centuries nor to zero in on which theory is “right”. However I think this book is an excellent read for those searching for more knowledge about the topic without going further into schooling or an in depth program.

My thoughts on the meaning of life? I prefer to dwell on the absurd concept brought forth from The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, that is the meaning of life is 42. Which of course is the answer, but to what question?

What are your thoughts on philosophy?

Writing has always been a form of stress relief in my life.

Every since the age of twelve I’ve been creating my own characters and worlds. At first writing was simply for myself, a dream out of wisps of thoughts, imaginations, and the things made of clouds…intangible. However I’ve found that sharing those precious moments and lighthearted fantasies is just another reason to write. Without further ado please enjoy this excerpt:

Gwyn’s Tale: A Young Adult Adventure Fantasy

Gwyn's Tale“I made sure to show up at breakfast, my Aunt was going to see me that day to know I had not run away. But as I grabbed my packed dinner, I know no more dilly-dallying, no more chores, no more working for Auntie, I was going straight to the forest. I did lead the cows to pasture, but then started across the field with nothing but my frayed overalls and my dinner. My legs were a little shaky, for I was doing a bold thing. Every time I looked at the dark Forbidden Forest my strength quailed within me.

My heart was thumping louder than the farmer boy across the way was yelling at his dumb cow that was eating up our garden. I said goodbye to the freshly turned dirt, squelching under my bare feet and oozing between my toes. I said goodbye to the brown fields full of stubble and plants just beginning to grow, to the dew on blades of grass, the wide sky of promise and everything I had ever known. I didn’t know how I’d far, but all the same I was going to the Forbidden Forest, never to be seen by anyone in my village again.

If only I had known my Aunt had sent a spy to follow me. They pay large amounts of money for maids in the Little Country, but how was I supposed to know? I was just beginning to clearly see the great, luminous trees when I heard a thunder of hooves behind me. I looked and saw the law coming down on my head. The authorities were chasing me, to bring me back, but I could not, world not go back. I saw their arrows pointed at me and panicked. I was on a long, wide plain, and there was nowhere to hide, no way I could run to the forest and reach it before them.

But, as that was my only hope, I ran off, bare feet flying over the ground. Two arrows whizzed past quickening my pace, but the forest seemed no nearer. I glanced back in a frenzy. Closer their great horses came, and now their aims were surer. I pounded my feet across the grass, but my breath was coming short for fear they would catch me, I could run no faster.

Suddenly I felt a fire of fury slide into my shoulder…

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I’d love to hear your thoughts as more stories as always in the works!

Dark of night, cold of winter, biting through the thin black dress

Rushing forward, high heels clicking, running towards the light

Doors spill open, pouring music, light and warmth into our minds

The beat is throbbing, bodies moving, thriving, jiving with the vibe

Drinks held high, fists are pumping, voices raised in songs

Lights are flashing, blue, green, purple, dancing on the mob

Cold dissipates, heat takes over, we sway, we sing, we shout

Sweaty brows, chests heaving, the time ticks tocks towards morn

Tried feet limp, in heels, in shoes, danced until threadbare

We weave the crowd by way of friends, we hug, we kiss, we leave

Disclaimer: I am not a poet but I enjoy blending words

Last night I found myself at a height of creativity, inspiration and original thinking. I went to a hear my sister, Katrina, read for 15 minutes, her creative literature in a room full of eager listeners. Our ears were pricked, our minds engaged as we listened to her draw us in, pulling us away from thoughts of here, transporting us to another mind, another life, another land. We could empathize with the characters, feel their pain, think their thoughts and wonder. Why. The fiction, the poetry, the collage of words mashed together in a way that inspires life and questioning…

I found myself thinking, to live is to write, to find a way to take thoughts and translate them into beauty others will understand. Words are a gift brilliantly shared last night. I will return for another taste.

Creativity is better expressed when shared.

As a consumer of words and literary inspiration I love writing for myself. However the treasures through words deserve to be shared and not just through consumerism. The characters in a tale decide their own fate and as an author I just follow the trail of words. The heartache, troubles, and growing pains of character development and breaking a story out of white paper is too much to keep to myself.

Instead of book sales I’d rather have readers and reviewers a community of bookworms who enjoy fantasy, fiction and the limitless possibilities of creating new scenes and worlds through words. Because of this I’ve finally found a way for readers to connect with my tales by downloading my ebook for free on Goodreads. Enjoy your download and let me know what you think. I’m always creating and have more tales dreaming themselves into books.

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