You are the light in the dark.
You are the breath of a wave.
You are the scent of the night.
You are what the dying do crave.
You are the words that bring silence.
You drive all shadows away.
You are the smile that’s so welcome
You are the Love in our day.
© 2019 Daniel Kemp All rights reserved
I stare at the waves touching my feet. They wash away small shells from the blue depths. In a trance I take a handful of sand and watch it slip away. Grain by grain it leaves my hand as if it were never there. The tighter I hold on to it, the more it escapes. It keeps slipping till there is nothing left in my palm. Empty as it were a while ago. The sand is back to where it belongs and I have my palms stretched, miserable and empty. Where is everything that I thought was mine? Slipped away?
Welcome to the first of the author updates this week and the writers today spread their talent across genres and also age groups with books for children/YA and adults.
The first author with a recent review is award winning writer Janice Spina for her latest release The First Star.
About The First Star.
Once upon a time there were two children who loved their father so much that they missed him terribly each time he had toleave to go away to find buyers for his woodworking.The two children, Chris and Kim, were each given a gift made by their father to keep close to them until he could return. They worried whether he would return and prayed on the first star they saw each night that he would come home safely.This story portrays the love that a father has for his children and them for him in return. It shows…
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There Is Life In The Wood
O.K. first things first . . . I’m not dead. This news will either be met with whoops of joy or total indifference, I suspect the later.
So, where have I been? Nowhere really. Just around and about doing my own thing.
To be honest that probably isn’t honest, you see, I think my ‘hermit’ tendencies are now running parallel with my ‘can’t-really-be-bothered-to-do-anything-that-I-don’t-want-to-do-just-to-please-people-that-don’t-warrant-it.’ So I’ve been doing anything and everything that I WANT to do, and although there were quite a few odd moments when I thought about bashing out another blog something else always got in the way.
Health issues have been at the top of my agenda – well, they are aren’t they, once you step over the line into ‘a certain age?’
I don’t think it helps that I won’t give in to them (health issues) or accept that I’ve crossed over that line into a ‘certain…
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I fell in love with a potato when I was only three.
One rolled off the table and landed on my knee.
I looked at it, I stared at it when suddenly it did say,
“Have a bite. You’ll like me. I come in many a way.”
As I grew I enjoyed them from roasted to mashed.
My loving of them became quite simply; unabashed.
Feelings change of course as one does slowly mature,
But for me, the attraction of a potato still has a great allure.
I’ve never tried a sweet potato but I’ve heard they are quite nice
Despite never tasting them I bet they’re better than rice.
Peel a potato, stroke a potato then as you feel its fleshy part
You may fall in love with it and find your own sweetheart!
Boom, boom.
© 2019 Daniel Kemp All rights reserved
To all the school kids going on ‘strike’ for Climate Change:
You are the first generation who have required air-conditioning in every classroom.
You want a TV in every room and your classes are all computerised.
You spend all day and night on electronic devices.
More than ever, you don’t walk or ride bikes to school but arrive in caravans of private cars that choke local roads and worsen rush hour traffic.
You are the biggest consumers of manufactured goods ever and update perfectly good expensive luxury items to stay trendy, Most if not all of your entertainment comes from electric devices.
How about this…
Tell your teachers to switch off the air-con.
Walk or ride to school. Switch off your devices and read a book.
Make a sandwich instead of buying manufactured fast food.
No, none of this will happen because you are selfish, badly educated, virtue signalling little ‘princesses’, inspired by the adults around you who crave a feeling of having a ‘noble cause’ while they indulge themselves in Western luxury and unprecedented quality of life.
Wake up, grow up and learn to research facts and think for yourself and not blindly accept the words and thoughts of others – I don’t think you formulated this action plan all by yourself – suspect you may have had some influence and ‘guidance’ from those you trust ….a word of warning, be cautious of the influence of the ‘left’ because there may be a time in the future that you will be the ones left out…
What a lovely story
the wonderful legend of one of my very favorite plants.
kindness, compassion, and gratitude at play.
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image credit: purple almond
Social Media is addicting and has harmful effects on sleep, eating habits, relationships and especially to children who are easily influenced. I started with Facebook and left due to the ridiculous amount of drama. It was too time consuming with little positive results.
I use Twitter to promote my books and it is also draining and takes away from my personal time. People do not return retweets and getting book reviews is difficult…even when I give the eBooks away for free. All social media is filled with cliques and if you are not in one of them, you will not get much support for your work in the way of tweets or reviews. I do my best to support as many people as I can and find many are too self-absorbed to even care. Some people can be so rude and thoughtless so I block them.
There is array of…
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I remember during the edit of my first book, Windswept Hearts, the editor commented that one chapter should be two chapters and it needed more back story. I was upset because I hate writing joiners. Those sections you need that continue the flow of the story but to you seem boring. How do you spice them up? It also meant another 1200 words and there would be an uneven number of chapters. All creative types have their idiosyncrasies. My quirk is wanting my books to end on an even number of chapters. Ugh.
I was mad at my editor but too passive to say anything. So, I decided my heroine would wake up grumpy, then the coffee maker goes out, and her love interest irritates her. I relished writing this scene and I put all my frustration into it. My editor is no dummy. She figured out my angst and…
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If I can go back in time to March 24 – 2018, I will watch myself run to that sideline and rupture my ACL again and never change anything; because the mental growth and cognitive rewiring that ensued from that incident outweighs the physical ramifications.
What do we know about a predictable life, boring! no?
The vision, it was progressing, and the progress was very predictable to the point where each day was a repeat of the previous one, and the future was predictable, the vision was a predictable outcome. Then something unpredictable happened! I was glued to the ground realizing that I am going to be living an unpredictable uncertainty.
Isn’t uncertainty that ‘grey’ area where anything can happen and anything can exist; doesn’t that make it more exciting to wake up and explore the novelty of the day. Maybe we are afraid of uncertainty because…
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