tried something new with something old
Monday, 12 December 2011
Friday, 15 July 2011
Writings on the wall
So I haven't written in a while, but then again with me that's nothing new. Summer's here and super gorgeous at the moment, which makes wanting to do creative indoor activities a little boring. But I have been doing a little painting and I've at least wandered out to the balcony to do the 5th and hopefully final edit of my first short novel.
I'm going to have to keep pushing myself more and more to complete this before the end of August, as I want to post it to Amazon in their Kindle e-reader section. I don't know if it'll ever sell, but it would be nice to at least say that it's complete and out there for the world to discover. Even if it's not professionally edited, but I'm doing the best that I can.
Once I'm back from my week off to Ottawa to visit family & friends, I'll devote more time to completing that task.
I'm going to have to keep pushing myself more and more to complete this before the end of August, as I want to post it to Amazon in their Kindle e-reader section. I don't know if it'll ever sell, but it would be nice to at least say that it's complete and out there for the world to discover. Even if it's not professionally edited, but I'm doing the best that I can.
Once I'm back from my week off to Ottawa to visit family & friends, I'll devote more time to completing that task.
Monday, 14 March 2011
Tasty Wings of Destiny
I see you little chicken wings
Sitting upon my plate
I know your little destinies
Your dreaded, deadly fate
You tender, tasty little morsels
Your bones will be picked clean
I will consume you, one by one
Until my appetite’s appeased
Yet in a dream, I see you running
Zooming across the plains
Two drumsticks, at mach speed
Dust following your trail
A pile of bones, now stacked high
An empty plate reveals
One by one, consumed you were
A succulent, tasty meal
Logan M. Wolf
Originally written March 1, 2011
Sitting upon my plate
I know your little destinies
Your dreaded, deadly fate
You tender, tasty little morsels
Your bones will be picked clean
I will consume you, one by one
Until my appetite’s appeased
Yet in a dream, I see you running
Zooming across the plains
Two drumsticks, at mach speed
Dust following your trail
A pile of bones, now stacked high
An empty plate reveals
One by one, consumed you were
A succulent, tasty meal
Logan M. Wolf
Originally written March 1, 2011
This is new.
So this is new for me, but I figure it's probably time that I start something like this up. Maybe posting my ideas, thoughts and pictures here, it'll push me to move ahead. Getting feedback will help too, better than just leaving things alone, letting them gather dust. Time will tell, but I've got to keep moving forward if I ever want to accomplish anything.
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