A place to collect thoughts.

I write sometimes. Not always, but sometimes. When I do, I feel a strong urge to share my work. I have done this since I was a teenager, and I appreciate watching the arc of my growth and introspection across my life so far. Though I sometimes begrudge the person I was, he kind of sucked. I can't argue it was a step along my journey.

I will collate and share some of these writings here on this blog. Some are personal, some are creative. Some are new, some are very old. I think some are halfway decent, and frankly, at worst they are a window into the mind of another time and person. Maybe these writings help someone in their own personal struggle. Or perhaps they can help the reader understand my path a little better. Whatever the outcome, welcome.

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Fiction: The Tumultuous Tale of Isley Lamia - Chapter 1 - Thibeault

A character crafted for a friend's world. Isley is complicated and not a good person. I chose to tell his story, at least at first, from the perspective of his family. ---------------------------------------------------------------- Thibeault Lamia walked confidently down the assembly halls. Another debate, another rousing victory for the Lamia family and the Empire as a whole. The Grand Duchess consistently reviled stooping to what she called: “too kindly trade agreements with the colonists”. It was quite a feat, between Thibeault and some other level headed voices he had managed to broker a rather excellent agreement between Kiva and the Meliorans, despite all odds. He was excited to head home with the news. Isaac would be proud, he had been so curious about the details this morning. Thibeault smiled despite himself as he strutted down the crowded halls. Isaac was turning twelve this year, and he was one of the most astute children Thibeault had ever had the pleasure of kn...

Nonfiction: Proselytization, an essay on personal belief.

Listen here you heathens! I know the path! I have been shown the secrets! Let all doubt be stricken from your mind! Follow, for I give absolute truth! Proselytization: I have been one to proselytize on multiple occasions and subjects through my years. The subject and passion has changed and shifted over the course of my life. The saying is that every seven years you become a new person. To me this is evocative of a constant cycle of caterpillars, butterflies, caterpillars, butterflies, on and on. I think the truth is far more granular, gradual, and subtle than that statement implies. It is not always a fresh or clean start, it is bits coming and going piecemeal until nothing the same is left. Once, I called myself a Christian. Vigorously, fervently, with passion. I would not be spit from my Lord’s mouth for being lukewarm. ( Revelation 3:16 ) I would be the Jesus-freak. ( https://youtu.be/kbB0QrBIs9k ) I spent my youth in the church, I listened...

Fiction: The Glitter: Pulse, a world-building piece.

While I have writings going back to childhood, I didn't start creating them for any purpose beyond my own entertainment until I was at least nineteen. I was introduced to tabletop role-playing games, and from there came a love of shared world building and group story-telling. I love crafting worlds to explore with friends, or characters to play in another person's fantasy. Many of my posts will be snippets of those worlds or the characters in them. One of my many settings was called "The Glitter". It was developed 2012-2013 after reading Alan Weisman's "The World Without Us". His book discusses the question of what happens to Earth if humans were gone. I elaborated from there into imagining what would happen if 99% were eradicated in a grey goo style scenario. From that came Johnstown. A bastion of survivors. How did they survive? What was their world like? What was the world past their borders like? I and some of my compatriots set out to tell tho...

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