11.24.2007

The Razor's Edge

Season Three of Battlestar Galactica ended with a fantastic cliffhanger and a song that created buzz on the Internet for months.

Here are the last four minutes that left everybody breathless, plus a little something extra . . .



That clip gives me chills every time I see it! I'd love to see Kara and Lee get back together. Here's my favorite ending scenario: They finally make it to Earth, but only two people survive the landing. Lee and Kara, the new Adam and Eve.

If you've been waiting for the next installment, keep your TV on this weekend. Battlestar Galactica: Razor is scheduled to air on the SciFi Channel (where else?), November 24.

11.21.2007

I Choose



They’re putting their hooks in me and pulling me down, when I want to fly. Pulling me back to sanity, to reason. But I crave the insanity of the unknown. I dance at the edge of belief; tease the unknown, lure it like a wild tiger. Come closer, I plead, knowing I will end up torn and bloody. Knowing that I would rather be mauled by that which lurks in my imagination, than pampered by that which sings from inside a golden cage.

Forever forward, I choose the road of danger, the path dirty and overgrown with wildflowers. I follow the forest line, out of the city, to the place where silence intoxicates and no voice propels me to submit.



Words will drip from my fingertips, they will continue to weave stories, perhaps bold and brave, or perhaps in reflection they will be foolish.

But they will come from that inner place of unsatisfied hunger, that soul's desire for something wild, something stronger than me, something that can never be tamed.

11.16.2007

Writing and Reading

Now and then, every writer needs to step away from the keyboard and do that which got them in this whole mess in the first place. Reading.

For me, it all goes back to my love of books. I have no one to blame, except maybe that dratted first grade teacher who helped me decipher those strange looking symbols called letters.

Books. I love books. Except when I have writer’s block and I’m trying to finish a book. Or, the other dreaded peril, is when I have to write a book review that I know more than five people are going to read.

Sorry, I’m getting off the point. Probably on purpose.

I was talking about reading. The kind that is done out loud.

I know. Painful for a somewhat introverted person who would rather stand behind a computer monitor and project her thoughts to the world.

Still, tonight I will be doing a reading. Out loud. In front of humans. Aliens would be better, but they aren’t easy to find on short notice.

I’m going to be reading the first two chapters of my work-in-progress, Resurrection, to a group of completely innocent Southern Californians who never deserved anything worse than a bad tan. I feel sorry for them. All of them.

So, I hope none of you come. Because then I’d have to feel sorry for you too.

But, if you feel so inclined to subject yourself to the excruciating horror of listening to me read my writing, out loud and in front of God—because He is always listening, whether we are worthy of it or not—then, well, here is where I will be.

WHERE: Refuge, 7800 Edinger Ave, Huntington Beach, CA 92647; Phone: (714) 891-9495
WHEN: November 16, Friday, 7 p.m.

I hope I don’t see you there.

11.14.2007

Great Advice for Writers

Mary DeMuth posted some really great advice for beginning writers over at The Master's Artist.
Check it out!

11.01.2007

My Favorite Oxymoron



Above is my favorite oxymoron of the day. Gleaned from an Ozark Web site.

Live help. Meaning right now, immediate.

Leave a message. Meaning guess what, we're not really here.