Musings Of A Wordsmith

The sectic broke from cover, scuttling over the rocks and into the vermilion fog. It was a good hunting tactic, Al admitted, the gas would hide their approach while poisoning their prey. Most times.

The first cobra-spider-thing hissed at her hooves as it approached and Al swung hard practically wrapping the creature around the end of her pole-arm and sending it spiraling off into the air with the sound of broken chitin and pain.

Now I do not feel myself equipped to really dele into Dr. King’s life, and I do not know I bring much to the conversation that is not better said by others so I will take a different tract and ponder this through the lens of a writer.

But this wasn’t about loyalty, not exactly. Or maybe it was about loyalty to ideology.

I think, at this early point in the year with New Years resolutions echoing in our mind and trying desperately to be our better selves it is worth asking ourselves who are true Masters are.

Here in the northern hemisphere the days are growing brighter and colder giving us reason to look ahead and bundle up. It is these days that reminds me of a, I think Norwegian, phrase. “The Sun has teeth.” For those days that look lovely but that you would never wish to be out in.

A lot of sun teeth in my future, I hope that you can evade them in yours.

There is value in looking back and counting our mistakes. It keeps us humble, we remember mistakes so as not to repeat them. But we must not LIVE in our mistakes. Our mistakes are to push us forward not hold us back.

“WHY HAVE I BEEN SUMMONED?” boomed a voice larger than the world.

Nagus took a moment to let his eyes adjust, blinking away the after images of eternity to gaze upon the celestial being before him. It had chosen to manifest as a figure of luminescent flesh, adorned with knight like armor. The helmet it wore was the black of an eclipsed sun and the shimmering light that flowed from its back had a vague similarity to wings. “I summoned you, because we need your help. Invaders—”

You may have noticed I did not send out a story Thursday (Third Thursday Tales) and it’s not that I forgot. A story is coming I assure you. I had a cool story staring Al and Urk (mostly Al) in the works and while writing it I came up with a better(I hope) story which I’ll send out this coming Thursday. I could have pushed out the replacement story Thursday but I promised not to half-arse these posts and I felt a few more days of polish were necessary.

Though food is important so I’ll use it to help display my thoughts. I have a running gag with my ex where I will randomly tell them, “drink more water.” They were(are) notorious for living on a diet of coffee and pop. Which, you may understand, is not particularly healthy. Your body needs water, it flows through, it greases your joints, smooths your skin and if you have a headache there’s a real good chance you’re dehydrated.

So, “drink more water.”

I do not know if one can have a friendship that never has conflict, but I am certain one cannot have a friendship if it cannot weather conflict.

Hanukah is a story about battle, faith, about an oppressed people standing up for themselves. About the belief in miracles, the strength in family and the light of goodness that shines upon people doing good things.

It is a season of happiness where we remember what we are thankful for, look forward to a “literally, brighter tomorrow and spend time with our loved ones. It is amazing. For some.

He sighed. His emotions were a storm of ice and wind ragging against fire and steel. Some part of Christian was thankful for that. He’d felt so empty for so long that he didn’t know he could feel things anymore. A sardonic smile twisted his lips.

Slowly, as though chains held his arm to the floor Christian lifted his hand. Palm out, all he had to do was lean forward and press his and to the door. Arcane wards would identify him and open, let him in. It would be a simple thing to just lean forward. So why hesitate?

So why the title Verses if it is candy.

Because it’s not just candy, not really, not to me.

It’s a gift.

I was not putting aside enough time to do the things I needed to do, or not utilizing the time that I had. I was enjoying myself, and that of itself is not a bad thing. I have oft argued that one needs a healthy amount of fun in their life. But the key word their is healthy, isn’t it?

Some of my friends share their deepest honesty with me and I view such faith as sacred.

Today a friend reached out to me, she was hurting but trying very hard not to lay her burdens on me. She felt selfish for doing so, as though she were taking from me valuable time, energy, valuable self.

But she was hurt, deeply wounded. Hurt but too afraid to say so.

But what horrible disservice do I do them by not getting involved? A great deal. I re-enforce negative habits, I teach that people may ignore the bad things you do for their own peace of mind. I teach myself not to help when I not only have the means but the responsibility to.

I share with you what I’ve learned, come to realize, or something I have long known but has recently become useful once more.

So there I was, leading up to this post and thinking. “Oh no, I haven’t found some pearl of wisdom to relate to my four readers! I must think of something!”

But must I?

Through the darkness came his prey-and-hunter. A man, or what had once been a man, draped in the remains of fur and denim, with ‘coon skin cap and a prospector’s pick rotating in his right hand, stalked from the darkness. But this creature had abandoned hunting for gold when it had given up its humanity. The vampire paused in the space between the trees, twisting its face left then right to scent the air.

And, certainly if you feel you have flaws you should identify them and work on them. Of that list previous there are some that a person can define tangibly and take steps to correct, others are more emotional supposition. Certainly there is something to be said about identifying your flaws and working on them but this isn’t that blog, maybe next week +-_^

Now I must clarify. I am not a workaholic or hyper productive individual. I am not arguing against rest, self care or pacing yourself wisely. We are incredibly complex biological machines struggling through a world constantly trying to wear us down. Our society, often, unjustly pressures us to spend every waking moment working as though not doing so is a violation of our social contract.