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I’m Back.

Yes, I am, and I am stronger than ever. Where have I been, you MIGHT ask? Working in the “real” world. Working a lot. But of course the reason I have the word “real” in “” is because this, this blog, this writing thing, my musical endeavors, my dreams and hopes for my family and I…

 

…THIS is my REAL world.

 

Dig?

 

My post is short. But there is only so much time. I’ve been enjoying this amazing song by these very talented young men for a while but just recently got my hands on the lyrics. This is me. This is who I am. This is tattooed on my heart. I share these words with you, and give many deserved props to Embracer.

Give it up.

“My whole life I’ve been waiting for a sense of stability but all I do, all I’ve done, is cry over the fact
that some people just sit and let the world walk over them,
some people don’t care to strive for more, they just take what they can get.

But I won’t let you lead that life, although you’re broken,
You’re broken, just like me. I’ll still love you for your flaws,
and everything you seem to hate about yourself.
All those things I couldn’t make you believe to help you through this mess of the world,
To bring you closer to life.

Nights like these always made me feel like I’d never be enough.
I’d never be perfect, I’d never be you,
All I wanted was to pull you from this point of time,
from this miserable state of mind,
But you’ve lost your way.
You’re consumed by this image of what your loved ones want you to be.

Wake up the love we had, the feelings we shared when we were younger.
All I know is that we’ve strayed too far, we’ve gone into the dark,
and all I want is to feel you again, for us to feel the light again,
So just come back home. Come back to me.

All of those times you saw me silent and sulking, I was thinking of you,
all of those days you saw me screaming and fighting, I was fighting for you.”

Embracer, “Glory Days”

WORD.

 

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Love/Hate

There are some who are swept up in love’s sweet embrace.

And there are some who wish to slap it in the face.

The ones who feel love feel the suns rays upon their skin!

and the others want nothing more than for them to keep it all in.

But love is freeing and pure, it brings joy!

Nah, love is just a clever marketers ploy.

No, I believe that true love will win out in the end.

Yeah! Because the more you love, the more you have to spend!

I think you’re just hurt from a past love gone wrong.

Well, yeah…we…we even had our own song.

You see this hurt inside is making your eyes blind to truth.

What do you mean? Of love I have no proof!

You do deep within, in your memories, there must be some good!

You know what you’re right…they’re coming back to me like a flood…

Think on your family, your friends, your successes

I am, and also thinking of that girl in the black tresses

Well, that too, and while you’re at it I must say, I love you…

I suppose you’re right, my true friend…and you know what? I love you too.

Word. Happy Valentine’s Day.

 


Put Away the Bucket: A Guest Post by Kat Heckenbach

Everyone knows what it’s like to keep a bucket by the bed when they have the stomach flu. And every pet owner has experienced awakening in the middle of the night to the hwa-hwa-hwa of a cat or dog about to puke. When the latter happens, we spring out of bed, grab the hiccupping animal, and drag them to a room with tile floor.

Why do we do these things? Because we want to control the puke. We all know it’s way easier than cleaning up after the fact. It’s sticky, and gooey, and smelly. And no matter what you use to clean it, if it hits the carpet there will be a stain, however faint.

At this point you have either run off to grab a bucket yourself because you are one of those people who gets sick just hearing someone else get sick. (It can be rather contagious, kinda like yawning for some folks.) Or, you are staring at the screen, wondering why the bleep I’m blogging about barfing.

Well, it’s like writing.

Don’t look at me like that! It is.

I’ve read a lot of stories lately, manuscripts by fellow writers, that don’t have enough raw emotion, or enough evil, or enough something to carry the scene or situation. Oh, and don’t think I’m just pointing fingers—I’ve been called out for this very thing myself.

For example, in an early scene of one of my works in progress, my main character is trying to scare off the father of her child. It’s supposed to be a dark, emotional scene. She has powers, but she’s not using them to the full potential here. She’s, quite frankly, being too nice. I admit, because the book has a significant romance element, I was thinking about an audience who may not take well to scary.

I sent the scene off to a crit partner, and she told me there wasn’t enough “me” in it. She knew I was holding back. The same thing happened in a few scenes in an earlier draft of my recently published novel, Finding Angel, as well. A beta reader told me, in reference to those scenes, “I should have been crying, but I wasn’t.”

I realized the problem. I’d been holding back. In other words, I was trying to get messy, barfy emotions onto the page in a nice, neat bucket. Or keep it on the tile.

But real life doesn’t work that way. Emotions are overwhelming. They are messy and take ages to clean up. And if we want the reader to experience the emotion, we have to be messy when we put it on the page. We have to barf it out—no bucket.

Sometimes, it can be scary. Sometimes, the emotions are a little too close to home. We hold back because it’s not just going to make a mess on the page, but because it’s going to make a mess of us as well. Maybe they are emotions we’ve held down deep for a long time, and we can only bear to let them out a bit at a time.

That’s understandable, but the problem is those emotions don’t translate well to the reader. For the writer, just a hint at a familiar painful situation is enough to feel it full-force again—but the reader doesn’t get that. In order for them to feel what we are feeling, they need more. The only way to give that to them is to let if pour forth unchecked. Barf it out. Then go back to clean up later.

Unlike pet puke, we want our emotional barf to leave a stain. It’s supposed to sink into the reader and make them remember. They should walk by your book on their shelf and feel something. Weeks, months, or even years later.

True, it’s more work. It takes more time to edit away the chaos that can result, but it’s better than having our scenes fall flat emotionally.

So, from now on, put away the bucket when you write. Don’t worry about the mess. If you want your reader to feel the force of your emotion, barf it out.

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Kat Heckenbach spent her childhood with pencil and sketchbook in hand, knowing she wanted to be an artist when she grew up—so naturally she graduated college with a degree in biology, went on to teach math, and now homeschools her two children while writing. Her fiction ranges from light-hearted fantasy to dark and disturbing, with multiple stories published online and in print. Her debut novel, MG fantasy Finding Angel, is available in print and ebook.

Angel doesn’t remember her magical heritage…but it remembers her. Enter her world at www.katheckenbach.com.

You can also support Kat and her writing here at Amazon  and Barnes & Noble!

Thank you, Kat…I think. :}

Of course, I jest. This is awesome. I really appreciate you guesting for Aspire No More and I look forward to more of your work!

Everyone, support your indie writers/authors!

WORD.


Stop.

A re-post. Sort of.

Light is dimming,
consciences slimming
nights are winning
it will never stop.
Wanting,
needing,
screaming for
our hearts to make it stop.


Leaders lying
children crying
in fields
oh, when will it stop?


Hurting,
awaiting,
searching for
a way to make it stop!


Desiring,
pleading,
asking for
this madness all to stop!


Killing goes on,
hearts grow harder
minds go numb
because it doesn’t stop!


Others taking…
their lives…
…for a chance to make it end.

The end is near.

My ear doth hear.

Mine eyes begin to see.

But will it never?

Won’t it ever?

Please, come make it,

S T O P .

Stranger III by latyrx



Will you Hate Me Forever, If I Told You The Truth?

Mm ba ba de
Um bum ba de
Um bu bu bum da de
Pressure pushing down on me
Pressing down on you no man ask for
Under pressure – that burns a building down
Splits a family in two
Puts people on streets
Um ba ba be
Um ba ba be
De day da
Ee day da – that’s o.k.
It’s the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming ‘Let me out’
Pray tomorrow – gets me higher
Pressure on people – people on streets
Day day de mm hm
Da da da ba ba
O.k.
Chippin’ around – kick my brains around the floor
These are the days it never rains but it pours
Ee do ba be
Ee da ba ba ba
Um bo bo
Be lap
People on streets – ee da de da de
People on streets – ee da de da de da de da
It’s the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming ‘Let me out’
Pray tomorrow – gets me higher high high
Pressure on people – people on streets
Turned away from it all like a blind man
Sat on a fence but it don’t work
Keep coming up with love
but it’s so slashed and torn
Why – why – why ?
Love love love love love
Insanity laughs under pressure we’re cracking
Can’t we give ourselves one more chance
Why can’t we give love that one more chance
Why can’t we give love give love give love give love
give love give love give love give love give love
‘Cause love’s such an old fashioned word
And love dares you to care for
The people on the edge of the light
And love dares you to change our way of
Caring about ourselves
This is our last dance
This is our last dance
This is ourselves
Under pressure
Under pressure
Pressure.

Word.

Tis’ the season of love is it not?  I wrote a status a while ago. Then recently I wrote another similar to the first:

I really don’t care if you’re gay or straight. 

I don’t even care of you’re slim or overweight. 
If you’re white or Latino, black or Filipino, you know none of that stuff really matters to me. 
Only thing worth knowing is God’s love, is free.

Then…I saw this and I had to share.

“It doesn’t matter if you’re atheist or Christian, Hindu or Muslim, straight, gay, transsexual, black or white, or anything and everything between. I love you. I care about you as people, as individuals. You are not targets to convert. You are people that I love and people I want to invest in. I want to love you in the best way I know how – and that’s loving you how Jesus does. Unconditionally. ♥”–Julianna Pardue

Many say I am an inspiration. I cannot claim that without feeling humbled greatly. But I will say love is indeed my greatest inspiration. And is the reason I do what I do. God’s Love. This is no preaching. Far from it.

Sometimes the very quote that you’re seeking out for inspiration…is in your very own heart.

Merry Christmas.

 

 

the title of this blog post was written by my wife Jennifer for a song we are writing.


The Sky Burns Red or Seeing Red Again

The title of this post refers to two, well, three things.

The first one is the title of a song by the epic band Perception Of Intent, which is also the official theme song to my book, The Stories. POI’s debut A Distant Voice, album drops 11.11.11

Seeing Red is the “name” of the e p i c piece below and is also a line in the song The Red by Chevelle…and also the first words in the song Seein’ Red by Unwritten Law.

 

Point, other than the fact that I remind you that red is my favorite color and is in my last name?

Well, this is all getting so very exciting for me as a writer and I would like to share with you all this piece of red brilliance by Crystal Ord, artist and writer.

 

I call it L’orrah Is Pissed with a little excerpt from the book.

“In your years of loneliness, you gave no power to circumstance. The strengthening of your mind, your body…your very soul…you chose to be more! Now who will you be? Now what will you choose?”

“To be more.” -L’orrah, The Stories.

 

 

Also, here are the songs noted above. Anything with red I embrace-almost. And it so happens the latter two songs I’ve loved for a very time.

“It’s all or nothing, nowhere left to run, are you ready for the last fight?
Get ready with the war cry!
Let me hear you scream like you want it!
Let me hear you yell like you mean it!
If you gotta, GO DOWN! GO LOUD! GO STRONG! GO PROUD! GO ON! GO HARD OR GO HOME!

Let me hear you SCREAM!”–Ozz

Dedicated to all those who have something to say, something to write, something to pray and something to fight.

#letmehearyou

 

In The Stories, you will see red…and legends will be reborn.

 

Word.


This Message Brought To You By Hope

This quick message brought to you by Hope, perseverance and the letter T.

If you have an idea for a story.

If you have a picture you want to draw.

If you have an idea for a movie, or t.v. show.

If you have a sermon to share.

If you have a song to sing.

If you think you can.

If you…

believe you can…

Aspire no more,

and walk through that open door.

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DarkSide Publishing, Writers Call and Book Proposals

Hello Writers and Readers.

It’s Friday. Remember if you’re on the Twitter, make sure to follow your favorite writers, artists, agents, creators, and over all kind and supportive people-and those who deserve a kind and supportive word.

Now, I am pleased to announce that the Authors of DarkSide Publishing

Megg Jensen

Karly Kirkpatrick

Angela Carlie

G.P. Ching

and newest member, author Magan Vernon will be Guesting all week long here on Aspire No More. I’ve read some of the posts-stay tuned!

#Syked.

Freedom, write your 500 word short/commentary, poem(any length)! Deadline is October 16th! Thank you all who have submitted! Serious talent you do have.

I will be hammering away at my book proposal for the remainder of the day-why am I sharing this? To remind you all who wish to go the traditional route of publishing-it can happen.

Be blessed.

Writers are the new rock stars. We keep it rockin’.

thwip!


Tales Of Writer Fails.

“How do you spell inanimate?”
“I-n-a-n-i-m-a-t-e.”
*taptaptap “Cool, how do you spell moribund?”
“Uh, m-o-r-i-b-u-n-d.”
“Okay.” *taptaptap. “Got it! Uh, dude?”
“Yeah?”
“How do you spell morose?”
“Dude. M-o-r…wait you’re a writer, right?”
“Right.”
“M-o-r-e-r-o-z-e.”
“Thanks dude! I have a new vampire story that takes place in the year 2045 and an Egyptian warrior has to find a signet ring to stop the invading zombie army, but only after he takes unicorn horn shavings and places them under his tongue! This is going to be such a best-seller!”

“*!”

Now. Hear me. I am not making fun of people who have a hard time with spelling. No way. I’m sure at least ONE writer in the history of writing has been a bad speller. this is my attmept at humor for my fellow escritores. A brilliant idea and a flawless voice are a blessing but remember the technical parts of writing matter a LOT. You do kinda have to have a grasp of decent grammar and spelling to write. I mean…first impressions can lead to a huge book deal, right? But also for Indies, they respect what they do. Do your best!

I’M AMSOME.

Word.


Let It Go. (I’m Alright.)

Years and years ago…I was blessed. I was blessed to be able to find my literal voice and I began singing in the church I was going to. I was 16. Man…memories of singing for God. My friends and I always played music together and had dreams of starting a band. Then we said, “Dream? Let’s do it.” Then? God moved and I met a brother in Christ who led us to an opportunity to record a “demo.”

We had written an entire set and played around town in churches, then we were blessed to play to bigger audiences. 400 is none to shabby. ;}.

Back to recording. The first time we “wrote” and played the track here was literally the night before. A jam session turned into this and the next day it was what it was. I am tremendously honored and blessed to have been able to do this back then. I am a writer and I am also a singer at heart.

The song is called Let It Go. Final scream courtesy of your friendly neighborhood writer-man.

 

 

Some go through lifes various changes, learn from them become stronger…and somehow deep inside we are still unsure if and how we will make it.
I’ts called doubt.
It’s called anxiety.

Don’t worry.
You are stronger than you yourself know.
He knows.
You will make it.
You already know what has been said…
What doesn’t kill you…

…had better run as fast as hell!
Chase that mother down, go after it, climb that mountain..
Make it your *ahem* bit%h!!!

You were destined to have a hope and a purpose. He said so…and I trust Him.

 

 

  • Aspire. 
  • No. 
  • More.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Guestie: Allie Burke!

Allie Burke a Cali born Writer is the Author of The Enchanters Series. Allie writes with passion. With a vigor that compels you to keep reading. Every writer has doubts at one point or another but Allie listened to her heart and continued writing. I’m sure she realizes just how great a choice she made. Allie and I “met” via Friend and Writer Christin Mowery when I Guested on Christins blog.  I have not only come to know her as a Writer but as a Friend. In the era of Twitter and Facebook a virtual friendship is what some would call it. I disagree. Show your support and #WriterLove and Like her fan page and read more about her here.

With this post she allows us into her mind and heart. I for one can say…music is perhaps the greatest muse for me as a writer. As a person. I can not be one day without it.

I look forward to sharing more of Allie’s work with you all and as we join in future projects, you will see what #epic truly is.

Without further ramblings by me here is Allie.

The choice between music and writing is… nothing.

A “passionate” Guestie by Allie Burke.

Music. It is… me.

It is my life. My muse. Inspiration. My love. It is… me.

When I say that, for approximately sixteen hours a day, music shadows my existence, I do not exaggerate. My iPod is within reach when I wake up in the morning. As I speak to my customers throughout the day, pressing the phone against my ear, I embrace the music through the other side of my head. Before embarking upon the journey that is my short walk from the office to the car, and the even shorter walk from the car to my apartment, I whip out that slim piece of equipment with an apple etched onto the back. It’s as if, I cannot survive those two minutes without the tunes. I don’t know if I can. I have no desire to try.

My taste for music is… vast. It is extensive and, does not discriminate.

I kindly ask you not to quote me on the following, as this statement which is a fact today, could be, tomorrow, merely a memory.

Rise Against is my favorite band.

Rise Against is my favorite band, today. Yesterday, it was Foo Fighters. Last week, it was Rise Against.

I have a special admiration for Tim McIlrath. Not only do I melt beneath the voice of Tim McIlrath, lead vocalist for Rise Against, but it is the person, Tim McIlrath, which I love.

I shall not sit here and label myself Allie Burke: The Anarchist. I will not claim that I agree with everything Tim McIlrath sings of, or of which he speaks. I will not lie.

I will, however, assert my belief that the passion this man has for his music, is deeper than any I, in twenty-years of life, I, a lover of everything music, have ever encountered.

Passion. It’s why we write, isn’t it?

Oh. You write because it’s “just another job”. Ha. Yeah, okay. Whatever.

Alright. Now that THAT GUY is gone. We write because we love it. Because we crave it. Because it is our destiny, because writing is a passion, and we can’t live without it.

But, I can’t live without music. And neither can Tim McIlrath. Listen to one song. Any song. Whether or not you like the genre of music, even if you couldn’t care less about music. Listen to his voice for two minutes, listen and then gaze directly in my eyes and tell me that you can’t understand why Rise Against has been the sole inspiration for my WIP.

You can’t, can you?

Yes, that’s right. (One of the) projects I’m working on at the moment, was, and is, in its entirety, inspired by Rise Against. And when it is done, you can be sure that novel will be, in its entirety, dedicated, to Rise Against. It will be dedicated to their music, their talent, their… passion for the art that has so effectively inspired me.

I love Rise Against. I do. They are my favorite band. Today.

But, while I’ve been known to bow to the sounds of A Wilhelm Scream, of Ignite (which inspired the character Daniel Linden, that whose voice opens my latest published venture, Emerald Destiny), I do not label myself a “Grunge” or “Punk” junkie.

I recently interviewed metal-core band Perception of Intent, which was an awe-inspiring experience. I was honored. The guys from Perception of Intent are widely talented, decidedly hilarious, and… you guessed it. Passionate for their music. They are one of the best out there right now.

 ForthAngel. Whooo these guys are amazing. Newly discovered, like, what, Tym? Couple days ago? Lol.

There is a special quality to this Rock/Metal/Hardcore band from Minnesota. A special quality that is… just that. They. Rock. On the surface they are metal-ish, and beneath the hardcore voices, entwined into the pitched shredding, is a passionate, melodic beauty that has the power to inspire the imagination, to embed in the mind that vivid imagery that every writer dreams of.

My taste for music is… vast. It is extensive and, does not discriminate.

Right now, I’m listening to The Black Keys. Their sound is mellow, and… I’m writing.

As you may or may not have heard, I don’t do the playlist thing.

I know. I’m sorry.

I don’t do playlists. I don’t like them. I have thousands of songs on my computer. Thousands. How on earth do you expect me to…

Never mind. Bottom line is, in the time it takes to compile ninety-two playlists, I could be writing WAY more than ninety-two words. Aside from work, husband, reading, and just, workin’ that Indie angle, my writing time is cut short as is. No playlists for me.

So, The Black Keys. (Thank your lucky stars I stopped when I did. That little playlist madness had the potential to grow into a very exhausting rant.) Mellow. No, I don’t listen to them just because they’re mellow. I listen to them because their sound is unique. Because in my head I can give myself to the beat as my eyes flutter closed. Because I like them. They’re good.

I do listen to them, while I’m writing, because they’re mellow.

The whole, pretty music during a love scene or, the scary song while writing of the epic fight? Yeah, I don’t do that either. If you do, I think that’s great. Truly. But, I just… don’t.

I’ve listened to Rise Against while writing. To Ignite. A Wilhelm Scream. Megadeth. Dio. A Day to Remember. Perception of Intent and beyond.

But, most of the time, as I write, I go mellow.

The Black Keys. The Temper Trap. 311. (I met Tim Mahoney and P-Nut once, and I’ve seen them like, four times). Bill Joel. (Seen him, too.) Florence and the Machine. Coldplay. Dave Matthews. Jack Johnson. John Mayer. Mumford and Sons. Alice in Chains.

I listen to Taylor Swift, too.

Wait. What?

Yes. I listen to Rise Against. And… Taylor Swift. I’m sorry if you think that’s ridiculous. If you will judge me as a person with a taste for music that is no taste at all. But, I love Taylor Swift. I can pin her as one of my favorites. She is beautiful. Her music… is beautiful.

“I was enchanted to meet you…”

Um. Hello. Allie Burke, here. Enchanted? Oh, yeah. You better believe I’m all over that.

Taylor Swift is a Writer. Not a Songwriter, but a Writer, Writer. I don’t know if she is aware. Probably not, or she would have written like, six books, by now. Listen to her. Her words. Google her lyrics. Taylor Swift is a Writer! I’m telling you. And when she realizes it, I’ll be the first one in line to buy her book. The first one to devour her story, and to embrace her words.

The mellow stuff. Why?

Cuz.

The music is neutral. Mellow harmonies that set the mood of my writing, but are not so overbearing that they will choose to spin the words and throw them back in my face. A middle ground. Gentle sounds and voices that inspire, that warm the heart and comfort the soul, but are… obedient. Music that is willing to stand down, retire to the background, surrender to the influence of the storytellers. The imaginary friends. The voices inside my head. (I’m aware of how crazy I sound most of the time, yes. But if you write, you know what I’m talkin’ about. Back me up here, mah people.)

But, mellow, grungy, punky or metal-ish, music is… music. It is passion. Love. I can’t write in silence. I can’t live in silence. Does this mean music is more important to me, than writing? Would I choose music?

Nope.

I wouldn’t choose writing either.

The choice between music and writing is… nothing.

Music is writing. I’m a writer. And music… is me.

Violet Midnight is currently available on paperback at Amazon & Lulu, on Kindle and on Nook. Get it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Go read more about Allie here in this grrreat interview: http://wrenemerson.wordpress.com/


Unbridled Talent: H. E. Hinze’s The Color Red

Today’s submission is shorter than the others but it is still rich in great writing.

Red is not for passion. Or love. Or triumph. For Will, it means something far darker. But what is it?


Readers say it was “very poetic”,  “romantic and cool”, and “short but very powerful”.

Take this short for a read and let the warmth flow over you. Written by H.E.Hinze

I have an affinity for all things red so this is really great to share.

 

NOTE: the link above is broken. I’m working on makin’ things right. Word.


Seven Writers. Seven Voices. Seven Stories.

I think this is going…I know this is going to be #Epic.

Sɪɴ ɪs ᴋɴᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪs ᴡʀᴏɴɢ…ᴀɴᴅ sᴛɪʟʟ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ɪᴛ.


Here we are.

Stephen Penner controlling Wrath and Illustrations

A.T. Russell dominating Greed

Vickie Adair mastering Pride

Dawn Kirby wrapping her hands around Lust

Mindjuggler Phlegyas consuming Gluttony

Tymothy Longoria prevailing over Envy

Michelle Picarella, taking on Sloth.

The above was written by Michelle Picarella. What does all this mean? It means an epic collaboration. It means Seven different Writers. Seven different voices. Seven minds. From all around doing what we love to do.

Okay so what’s the big announcement? you ask with a sneer. THIS: We, The Seven will be unleashing our compendium, tentatively titled The Seven Deadly Sins, the brain-child of Michelle.  I am very excited to be a part of this. We all “met” on Twitter. SEE? It’s still proving to be a terrific place for networking and building relationships and networks. I digress and return to The Seven. Continue reading


I Am Writer

I am one who can create an entire world that never existed. I can imagine in my head epic battles…or the quiet flutter of a butterfly’s wings. In my world, in these dimensions, a lone warrior can travel into the very belly of the beast to claim his queen or he can walk the halls of a high school with no memory of the night before, save for a burn mark in his palm.

I Am…Writer.

For this first post in a new feature for Wednesdays, I posed a question: What does it mean to you be a Writer?

I am ever-blessed to know so, many great, talented, extremely supportive people. Here are some of their answers. Enjoy. Take something, anything away from this. Share it. Do the same. Make it yours.

Me. It means finding out who I’m “supposed” to be. Who God called me to be. He gave me this gift. I’m running with it. For me it means-I have found my destiny. All else is beauty. Continue reading


Stylish Blogger Award

This is the day that will live in the infirmary…or something like that.

I am part of a group on Twitter now on Facebook, called the #BNFF. BestNerdFriendsForever.  My Friend and Head-Nerd, Christin Mowery, picked me as one of five people to be awarded the Stylish Blogger Award.

Christin not only are you my #BNFF, but you’re also a client.

BUT WAIT There’s MORE!!! Today I find, another Nerd awarded me this very prestigious award of awards. Her name: Burke. Allie Burke. Remember this name. REMEMBER. THIS. NAME.

So, here’s how it works:

1. Thank and link the person who nominated you.
2. Share seven random facts about yourself.
3. Pass the award on to five new-found blogging buddies.
4. Contact the winners to congratulate them.

Random Acts Of Nerd: One-a.k.a Random Fact 1:

I love music.

Music+Me=me standing on a mountain top with my sword raised to the heavens. I bow down to the Lord of Lords, in tribute for this most beautiful gift He has bestowed to me.

Anyone that “knows” me knows, I love music. From epic incarnate, Dio to times of Grace to Pavarotti. ♫♪ I love music more than writing. Yea, I said it.

Random Fact 2:

I am a singer.

I was a kid before. No, really. Like all kids I loved to sing. Thing is I kept doing it. Then I started going to church and that was where I began to sing, like for real. During services. It was one of the best times of my life-of course, it was God-given-and I cherish those memories. “I sing because I’m happy…I sing because I’m free.”

Random Fact Numero Tres:

I was in a band. Really. I was the-you guessed it, lead singer. We were called Endless. We even recorded a song ONTO A DISC!!! Lol. But really, something I can not brag about but be very proud of.

I Am…Random Fact Four:

I read magazines,  newspaper, back to front. I don’t know what. It’s an o.c.d of mine. I can’t help it. Weird? Yes. Epic? I like to think so. I must admit, it’s very hard reading sometimes because of this.

Random Factoid 5:

I want to help everyone.

I was afraid to say, I will use the money from my book sales, etc for fear of being called boasful or big-headed. But, Christin Mowery inspired me to SAY what I believe to be true. I want  so desperately to help my father quit his job at the maximum security prison. I want so badly to buy a fleet of vehicles and give them away to the I.S.D. or meals on wheels for oldies but goodies. So much that I want to accomplish. I want to enlarge God’s kingdom. Word.

Random Fact 6:

I worked in the same max unit penitentiary for almost seven years. I will say, it was very educational. I learned so much MORE about the human psyche. Really. Just imagine.

Random Fact Lucky Number Seven:

I am Greek on my mother’s side. My great-great grandfather Miltiadis came to America in the late 1800’s..and I am proud of this fact.

Efharisto!

I nominate the following 5 people for the Stylish Blogger Award:

Christin Mowery. It’s a given. Her name is in my book. She’s the Number One #BNFF.

Allie Burke: Epic. Her words to me were a pinnacle, a serious boost in my already confident spirit. I owe her so. Her blog has an interview with Perception Of Intent. Go.

Michelle Shaw She was one of the Firsts. The firsts to welcome me. The Firsts to support me and give so many kind words. The M.S. to my Sweet T. Also she has read the intro and Chapter One of The Stories. Word.

Sammie Spencer  She is ever, ever supportive.

Lanie Leigh She says I was the inspo for creating one of the best videos for writers, EVER. Her words compel you. Read them.

I’m cheating but Number Five is Two. My Twisted Sisters, Amy Rose Thomas and Demetra Brodsky.

You know what? I can’t do this. FIVE? Well, writers don’t really follow rules do they?

6: Rachel Harris She, along with many other awesome YA Writers is a great person to know. A great Writer and a great Blogger.

7. Jamie Harrinton As her blog says, she’s totally the bomb. And her drawrings are EPIC.

Seven Random Fats. Seven Picks.

Fact is these are seven. But there is more. The Feature “I Am Writer” begins tomorrow. You’ll see. Tiffany King. You’re next.

Be blessed!


P.S. Random Fact Ocho. I am going to open up a tattoo shop called Grace Full Ink. Word.


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