Veronica Purcell

Sketch 1.1

2011-08-12T03:36:00.000-07:00

This is what happens when you have demons wrestling in your mind.

It's an updated version of "Sketch #1"

Sketch No 1

2011-07-15T10:33:00.000-07:00

Raw concept sketch #1
Chained to addiction and hell

Writing Without a Soul

2011-06-12T03:42:00.000-07:00

To write without a story in mind is difficult. But, to write without a soul is hard, perhaps damn near impossible.

I've felt soulless for almost a year now, perhaps longer. I've been trapped in a shell that is corporate philosphy and motherhood. As such, haven't felt the motivation to write creatively. Especially, since my patience and compassion for this mad, wacky world is less and less.

The say the darkness brings the light out of some. So it seems with my deprivation of free hours, I have found the mojo to write creatively again. Writing without a soul on a story that is finding one again.

I've posted a new scene into the Seriphyn Knight Chronicles. It's almost as if Neven and I have found each other again, and we're making our way out of the dark, into a bright new day.

Is there truly a colourful imaginative world pinned to hope? I'm determined.

Breastfeeding. Boo Boo to Go?

2011-04-12T20:00:00.000-07:00

Recently in the news a young mother was asked to leave a Lifeline store because she was breastfeeding her baby. Annoyed, the woman returned armed with other mothers in protest, and you'd hope the store had a smart supply of baby booties to cater for the protest march. Seriously, the news report presented a stark reminder of the prejudice women face when deciding to breastfeed their babies in public.

Of course, one would argue that this isn't the 1900's. "We have awareness, we have government support!". So why are there still tales of mothers being turned away from public places for breastfeeding their babies? I've witnessed an elderly women point an accusing finger at a young mum breastfeeding her baby on a courtesy seat outside Target, and screeching at the top of her voice to "put that away!" as if the mother was letting loosing a pair of demons in a place sanctioned for angels.

Is it the "girl power" concept behind the breasts the crux of problem? Wikipedia highlights a fact of breasts representing godly fertility and love throughout various pagan faiths. One would argue early Christian societies are to blame for the taboo-leading-to-sexual-obsession of female breasts in this modern world. There are places in the Amazon jungles were women have their breasts flopping about their knees and no one bats an eyelid. Then again, perhaps some people are truly uncomfortable to see real life boobies in public as they would to see boy bits flopping about their legs. In all honesty, who sees the booby behind the baby anyway and how would it be any different from seeing a pair on National Geographic?

Midwives and doctors encourage breast milk for babies, since it has been scientifically proven that breast milk has all sorts of good stuff for newborns. There's even a disclaimer on some infant formulae cans indicating breast milk is better for babies. So I do find it a shame, if breastfeeding babies is so good for them, the actual image of breastfeeding itself is not overall.

As a mother with a bubs, I've made the choice to breastfeed him. In my view, breast milk = good nutrients - cosy comfort and no waiting. If I had to breastfeed in public, I'd prefer a secluded and quieter corner for better bonding and (as a courtesy to non-mothers and the more squemish) I'd hide bubs and boob from view under a baby wrap or blanket.

I imagine a lot of young mothers feel a similar way and may have reservations about "popping out" the boob to feed their babies in public even if it happens to be a quiet and secluded corner of the parent room. I don't see the awkwardness surrounding breastfeeding getting better. In fact, it seems matters are for the worse. Only time will tell if the next generation proves more tolerant of the image. I suppose it all depends on how women continue to be respected and appreciated.

References
Mass Breastfeeding Protest at Lifeline Asquith
Reported by Monique Cowper
News Article from Hornsby Express Advocate
http://hornsby-advocate.whereilive.com.au/news/story/breastfeeding-rally-at-asquith/

Wikipedia
Breast - History
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Breast#History

Karicare - Nutricia
Information on Infant Fomulae
http://www.nutricia.com.au/infant/infant.aspx

Web Out

2011-04-05T20:50:00.000-07:00

How do people do it all the time? I'm talking about being up in the faces of facebook, myspace, wordpress, blogger, twitter, feeds and other social-communication sites. My head spins just trying to keep up with all the bells and whistles, and constant changes. Facebook is just off. It's way too busy for my mind with all these jokes, pokes, send them this - send them that and the campaigns. I can never keep up with the 5 friends I have. So how do people keep up with their 100,500 or even a 1000 BFFs?

To get noticed, it seems you need to be constantly active within these sort of sites and in some sort of self-extroverted competition. That wouldn't be a problem if I had days and days of doing absolutely nothing. To find the balance of offline and online living is really a trick. It would be superduper fantastic if someone invented a node that would allow you to keep up with internet technology with no effort, so you could even ping your pages in your sleep. Sort of like a device that you could plug into your ear and stream content, live, from your mind. Of course you'll have to ensure you are downloaded with the latest security software to make sure your cold and flu virus is not going to compromise your online world(s) with Nickolodeon-style mucus.

Whatever happen to the "good ole" days when people chatted with other people outside and networking described a "bunch of chunky cables" and not a group of someone's "peps".

Sometimes I see technology as too much of a good thing.

Working Women With Impairments. Is Succeeding More A Challenge?

2011-03-15T14:00:00.000-07:00

I've suffered a mild form of sensorineural hearing loss since birth, which as decreased my capability to hear clearly from a 20% to 40% loss over time due to health and environmental changes/factors over my life time.

Although my hearing impairment is not enough to interfere with my quality of life, it still presents a challenge for me when I have to explain to people who whisper or have quiet voices that I can't hear their words only the tones of their voices (and it's all a bunch of mumble-jumble).

Presenting my hearing loss to others can sometimes make me feel embarrassed and left with feelings of being inferior. I sometimes feel I've been pre-judged as 'unfit' for a role or particular function when it comes to the working environment. Lets be honest here. It has long been the stereotype (1) that 'deafness goes hand-in-hand with dumbness', even though it is clearly not so much the case. Sure, I can use a hearing aid but since my loss is not so much to do with my 'actual' hearing but rather the way the words and sounds are perceived and transmitted for translation by the sensory nerves (or lack thereof). Hearing aids tend to have little effect.

So how are women expect to cope in the workforce and carve a successful career and life with congenital impairments such as 'sensorineural hearing loss', and/or with disorders that may occur later on in their lives due to accidents, stress and other factors?

If we look at the statistics of women out in the workforce, in 2008 (2) EOWA reported a percentage of 55.4% of women worked full time, about 29.8% were managers and 50.9% in a professional role. In 2010 (3) the percentage of woman in managing and professional roles was 44.6%.

On the Department of Family, Housing and Community Services website (4), it is quoted:

There is still a considerable pay gap between the working men and women of
Australia, and over the last four quarters (from November 2007 to August 2008)
that pay gap has widened by .70 of a percentage point.

In August 2008,
the gender pay gap for full-time adult ordinary time female employees was 16.7
per cent, while in May 2008, the gender pay gap for full-time adult ordinary
time female employees was 16.5 per cent. This was an increase in the
gender pay gap from February 2008, where the gap was 16.1 per cent. In
November 2007, the gender pay gap was 16.0 per cent.

Although, the statistics presented here are from a couple of years ago. It is still clear Women face competition when it comes to meritocracy. If you add a medical impairment/condition into the mix, it would seem to only add a further challenge.

Of course, one could argue that there are Anti-discrimination and Equal Opportunity policies and laws in place to ensure a fairer system. As Nicholas Nigro explained in his book (5) 'Everything Coaching and Mentoring Book', under the section 'Breaking Through the Glass Ceiling' of the chapter 'Managing Diversity', sometimes discrimination is not an intentional occurence but rather a matter of comfort and trust. Meaning, a senior manager would more likely mentor and groom another person into the role who is from a similar background and with similar tastes, because they feel more comfortable with them and are able to trust them better. If that is the case, how much more challenging is it for women with impairments to obtain professional roles and be successful in them?

I would hope it came down to merit in the end, and there actually are a number of successful women in the workforce (hopefully reported within the census statistics) who suffer an impairment. I'll certainly be on the lookout for such inspirational women.

**Footnote**
(Note: Statistics are based on the Australian workforce)

(1) Alldeaf.com
http://www.alldeaf.com/our-world-our-culture/29734-stereotypes-deaf-hard-hearing.html

(2) EOWA Census Reports (2008)
http://www.eowa.gov.au/Information_Centres/Resource_Centre/EOWA_Publications/Annual_Reports.asp

(3) EOWA Census Reports (2010)
http://www.eowa.gov.au/Information_Centres/Resource_Centre/EOWA_Publications/Annual_Reports.asp

(4) Department of Family, Housing and Community Services
http://www.fahcsia.gov.au/sa/women/progserv/economic/Pages/payequity.aspx

(5) Everything Coaching and Mentoring Book
http://www.kobobooks.com/ebook/Everything-Coaching-And-Mentoring-Book/book-M0ymfRlI6kS3tT0MRS5blg/page1.html

Baby is overdue. So is our hospital and health system

2011-03-11T06:30:00.000-08:00

The moment you discover your pregnancy, you are handed an estimate due date of when your baby is expected to 'come out' and be another person to add to the birth registry. In most cases, for most women, the baby comes out on or before the due date. What happens when your due dates comes and goes and the baby is still cooking inside of you?

According to an article on the Betterhealth website:

Around five out of every 100 babies will be overdue, or more than 42 weeks
gestation (1) .

The article goes on to indicate the risks of an 'overcooked' baby possibly suffering oxygen deprivation or the expectant mother undergoing a difficult vaginal delivery due to being oversized. An article on Essortment.com indicates the risk of a 'pinched umbilical (2)' cord which, I presume, could lead toward a stillbirth. Although, the Essortment.com article is more reassuring, explaining the risk ratio to be low and the possibility of a natural and health delivery of a baby after 40 weeks reasonable.

So statistically speaking, physically it is possible to deliver a baby beyond 40 weeks with minimal complications. Especially, if there is frequent monitoring of the baby and mother involved. However, I sometimes wonder if the emotional well being of the mother needs to be assessed and taken into consideration as well when deciding to induce or not to induce a labour. Especially, if the mother has suffered a stillbirth with her previous pregnancy and harbours fears of another. Nine months is a long time to carry a child and have your body readjusted to accommodate it. To have to wait up to another two weeks for delivery can be both emotionally stressful and physically tiring. So what rights does a mother have in demanding an induction or c-section if she is beyond 40 weeks and labour has yet to begin? I imagine most hospitals would probably have their own processes and rights expressed toward their patients. It would pay to look this up and/or discuss your rights with an administrator (or someone appropriate) from the maternity unit.

I would also begin to question the right of care mothers receive shortly after giving birth. Giving birth is an ordeal even with deliveries of no complications or irregularities. The grim trend for maternity hospitals, these days, seems to be 'get the mothers in the moment the baby is about to fall out' and send them home only a few hours later (if there is no obvious complications). Gosford hospital (3) , as caring as they are, unfortunately seems to have fallen victim to this approach due to lack of resources, space and staff. The near future for all other hospitals doesn't look promising when the current NSW Premier releases a grime statement of affairs with comments:

“'Take care of the old, the sick and the vulnerable because when the health
budget gets cut, there will be fewer nurses and there will be fewer community
care workers (4) ”

So going back to rights for a safe and healthy delivery of bubs, what are expectant mothers “really” entitled too? In saying really, a realistic expectation of rights given the system's current circumstances. From my experience of giving birth to babies through the public system, a mother's rights have an appearance of increasing the more complications are experienced during delivery. If that is so, it is unfortunate a mother with an easy delivery would suffer the lack of care she may need because she and bubs was assessed as being 'physically' healthier. I can't honestly say if paying for a private hospital would prove any better than being part of the public system. Perhaps woman should 'really' consider alternative birthing arrangements such as a home-birth to avoid any unnecessary discomforts.

It's a shame, as an enriched country, we have to expect little of our health system and hope for the best on the day. I believe, if our politicians truly want to better our country, they would spend a large portion of our national budget toward supporting our health system and developing a model able to support the demand of an increasing generation. Healthy people equals a continual working generation and healthy future. So why would our government choose not to invest more toward this ideal?

**Footnote**
(1) Article: Baby Due Date – Overdue Babies
http://www.betterhealth.vic.gov.au/bhcv2/bhcarticles.nsf/pages/baby_due_date?open

(2) Article: Pregnancy Health: The Risks And Likelihood Of Going Past Your Due Date
http://www.essortment.com/pregnancy-health-risks-likelihood-going-past-due-date-62753.html

(3) Article: Hungry new mums told to leave hospital early (2009)
http://express-advocate-gosford.whereilive.com.au/news/story/hungry-new-mums-told-to-leave-hospital-early/

(4) Article:Keneally scare tactics a 'new despicable low' - Sydney Morning Hearld NSW Election
http://www.smh.com.au/nsw/state-election-2011/keneally-scare-tactics-a-new-despicable-low-20110311-1bra0.html

Old Paint Texture

2010-08-31T23:46:00.000-07:00

Created in photoshop using wood and metal photo textures. Created following Gary Miller's Old Paint Tutorial

Mr.T Rockit (Audio)

2010-05-26T22:32:00.000-07:00

Just a silly loop I plan to use for an animo when I get around to doing it. Created using an awesome audio editor called LMMS. It makes non-muso's like me feel, well, musical I guess. It's loads of fun to mess around with.

Here is the album cover to go with it.

Here's the track >

Free music for professional licensing

Flowers - A Mother's Day Image

2010-05-20T05:20:00.000-07:00

Wanted to create a simple picture with a grandma, art-deco feel in mind.

Over Depression & The Crippling View of Small Business Discrimination

2010-05-05T03:18:00.000-07:00

Okay, my whinge is over. Now it's back to work. I'm still an empty vessel but I'm no quitter. I'll finish Seriphyn Knight and will continue to upload fortnightly restarting on the 13^th May. I'll go thorough the second half of the story and see how I can rekindle.

On a different topic, I was listening to a debate over the radio about Small Businesses discriminating against mothers when hiring. I felt concerned that a lot of Small Business Owners that had called up supported the ideal that it was "okay" to turn down a mother with young children regardless if her experience and knowledge fits the job role. They all had the view that the chances of "non-productive" work and absences would be high if they hired a mother rather than a single man. The Small Business Owners that called through were all men.

I can see their fear. Yet, their single-mindedness is crippling to small businesses as a whole because they are effectively ruling out a potential ¾ of a workforce; in doing so, placing potentially more pressure on support systems our taxes go toward. We suffer more when there is not a healthy balance of people earning a living. Sure, a mother's duty is to her child but if she has planned care and able to juggle her duties as a mother to that of her job, I can't see what there is to discriminate against. I know a lot of "single" people who take more time off work than colleagues who have children. In fact, the more adaptable worker is usually the one who has to juggle child care with work responsibilities.

Another disadvantage to a Small Business Owner's discrimination is the fact that the workforce they turn down will, more than likely, be picked up by larger businesses and grand corporations. I'm an example of this. I was not considered a position in a Small Business because I had a new baby. I was able to secure a role, which had asked for similar experiences and qualifications in a corporation, and was offered a better wage too. I worked for this corporation for seven years and even advanced in position.

Now, who would have the greater resources to churn out newer products faster? It's the reason why larger businesses and corporations adopted the EEO policy. It's the reason we have discrimination acts. I have no sympathy to small businesses who complain about lack of resources when they discriminate when hiring.

The greater numbers in the workforce, the less pressure placed on our tax system. If I was an employer, I'd consider a candidate based on whether they fit the environment and are qualified for the role rather than if they have children. We need people to have more children who would offer a greater workforce in the future.

Owl City Ocean Eyes

2010-03-30T15:51:00.000-07:00

I'm bitting my nails with a fear they may end up a one-hit-wonder. I mean how, on Earth, can they top Fireflies; a song, which is something out of this planet. It's every kids favourite sing-song anthem at the moment. Well, at my girl's school anyway. So, I bought the album to see if there were other hits amongst the wonders.

Ocean Eyes retails between $10 - $20 dollars or so, depending if you buy online or not. It's a blend of geek-pop, fusion-electronic with smooth tones and snappy beats. Listening to it, I feel I'm on a sight-seeing trip down a magical seaside. The album is a journey. "Cave In" represents a coming out of real space and escaping into a virtual paradise where you have few drinks and say "Hello Seattle", then kick-on to "Umbrella Beach" where it's disco-disco; a chance to grab your skates and get all Xanadu-ish down party beach. "Vanilla Twilight" breaths fairy tones and a call for all to join-in.

Seriously, "Fireflies" is the song for the album. Although, I do feel "Meteor Shower" and "Umbrella Beach" will be other good radio hits for them.

Back to my fear and nail bitting. Should I wonder if their prime-time career amount to nothing but one-hit? I guess it all depends if people are ready to drift and dream further into their magical melodies. In my gut, there's a feeling they'll be hanging around the radio waves for a while yet.

Seriphyn Knight Chronicles ePostcard Trailer

2010-03-15T02:45:00.000-07:00

Created a trailer for my Seriphyn Knight series. It will do for now.

http://seriphynknight.com. An ebook trailer for my online fiction series, which is free to read online and available as an ebook download via katarrkanticlespress.com.
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Music track - Return to Heavy by Butterfly Tea. Available via Jamendo.com.
http://www.jamendo.com/en/artist/Butterfly_Tea

http://www.youtube.com/user/kiyasart

The Blind Side

2010-03-11T03:35:00.000-08:00

Sandra Bullock won the covetted Best Actress Oscar for her role in this movie and it's not hard to see why. Probably the best role I've seen her play - period.

The moment you step into Michael Oher's world, you glimpse a sad and lonely kid. But, it's not all bad as he is supported by the generosity of others. Whether it be the offer of a lounge at a friend's house, to a chance at a decent education in a Christian school. From the dark and lonely place Michael calls home, you glimpse a light of a prosperous future.

The blind side is a feel good movie with just enough story to complete it. I like the fact that it doesn't linger too much on Michael's dark past; giving just enough to contrast against the kindness from the Touhy family. Leanne Touhy (played by Sandra Bullock) provides a strong and compassionate view of a highly successful working mother. She has the support of a loving husband (played by Tim Mcgraw who is more known for his country music achievements) and two beautiful children, SJ (played by Jae Head) and Collins (played by Lily Collins).

One night, the Touhy family are driving home from dinner when they see Michael walking across the road with a plastic bag in his hands. It's a freezing winter's night and Michael is dressed in nothing by t-shirt and shorts. In the spur of the moment, Leanne calls out to Michael and offers him a ride home. When she learns he has no place to stay, she offers him the comfort of a couch for the night.

The next morning she wakes to find the blankets neatly folded on the lounge and Michael quietly making his out of their drive way. She intervenes with an invitation to stay for Thanksgiving. From there on, Michael is intergrated into their family. He forms a close friendship with SJ who helps him with football training and is treated kindly by Collins who helps him become more accepted by his peers at school.

As Leanne learns more of Michael's family and sees the way he's had to live, she decides to take on the role of his legal guardian.

I love the moral written into the story; fortune is only as meaningful as the charity you give. It's so refreshing to see well off children being as generous with themselves and passionate for others to succeed.

Technically, the plot wasn't dragged out. There was a moment at the end where they could've really dragged out the defining moment Michael had faced in the University interview. I was glad they got over it quickly and focused more on the positive aspects of the story, which (I believed) made it work.

All in all, it's a story where a box of tissues is required. I have no doubt it will be seen as a classic film in years to come.

Give Quarter

2010-03-11T03:34:00.000-08:00

Created in Illustrator and Photoshop. A simple cover really.

The Gelding

2010-03-11T03:23:00.000-08:00

Image Woman, Brooke Martin, Morguefiles photo # 49095
Rest my own

Rue the Day

2010-03-10T20:40:00.000-08:00

Official cover for Kate Smith's upcoming release
Poser, vector and photographic work.

City line courtesy of Metallix @ Morguefiles.com

In Vino Spiritas

2010-03-10T18:57:00.000-08:00

New release for Kate Smith

Background layer of lovers, stock image canovaCN_0254 by Clarita. Rest my own.

Queen of Swords

2010-03-10T13:00:00.001-08:00

I created the image with Temperance and the Queen of Swords in mind, along with Justice.

The Little Dark Horse

2010-03-10T13:00:00.000-08:00

I had orignally created this to be a logo but it ended up being a poster on a wall.

Wishbone

2010-03-10T07:49:00.000-08:00

Image Statue, clarita, morguefiles photo # 152760

IPOD Model

2010-03-07T18:52:00.000-08:00

My version of the Classic iPod. Still shot below

After the Fall Trailer

2010-02-14T14:41:00.000-08:00

Music is from Jamendo:
Artist = Axis Mundi Actum
Album = Flagellum Deorum
Track dervi = Confugium Corvorum

Listen to the full track via player below:

$200 Bucks to See Taylor Swift. Was It Worth It?

2010-02-09T15:08:00.000-08:00

Took a two hour trip with my girl to see Taylor Swift, live, in the Newcastle Entertainment Centre (AU) last night. As soon as she arrived home from school, we both readied ourselves for action and made our getaway with a quick pit stop at McD's for sustenance. I surprised myself with my sense of direction. I've never driven to Newcastle before but somehow I found my way through that dodgy old town. I say dodgy in a quaint way as Newcastle is slightly older than Sydney and the Central Coast, and sure looks it.

We arrived at the venue just after 5pm and already people were lining up to get in. The sun, at this time, was still a scorcher and the heat was becoming a pain in the backside as we sloooowly progressed up the line. Needless to say there were lots of teenagers trying to push their luck and cut further up in line, lots giggling and making a loud show of their importance, others dressed in off-cuts resembling roman slaves (seriously) hogged the shadows attempting the art of cool. My girl found the display of people her age amusing. I found the audience around me reveal my age. When you live a certain amount of days, you tend to forget the times you were young. Actually, I tend to purposely forget. Somethings are best left with the Gods.

I'm getting side-track.

When we finally entered the arena, I was mortified to find that we were destined for the "Mosh Pit" the whole entire night, which would equal three hours of standing, squished-squashed, amongst screaming fans who would bitch and moan between songs. Boy, I wasn't far wrong.

You know what? Despite the humidity, pushing kids and having my body cramped up in places I never realised could be "cramped up" before. I actually found the experience one to remember. It brought back memories of The Big Day out and being amongst it all; the energy, pain and passion people are more than willing to spend on one person or a band who bring a certain amount of joy and meaning in their lives. Sure, I was frustrated at first. I mean who wouldn't if they had elbows digging into their gut and jiggling bags seeking the crevice of their butt. As the night kicked in, I forgot about it. I could see my girl had felt the same way. She was lucky to have found an ideal spot at the front of the pit.

The opening act warmed us up nicely. I swear they had a Taylor look-a-like in there playing the banjo.

When Taylor burst on to the stage in her band-camp costume and tearing up the stage with her song "You Belong With Me", the people became one ecstatic crowd, expending such energy that you forgot about your aches and pains and found a way to enjoy the show.

I never realised Taylor Swift was so energetic and flexible. The 180 degree bend she did at the piano, during her song "You Should've Said No", left me gasping with awe. This chick could be a gymnast!

Her generosity showed as she played at all angles of the stadium and made her way from the back stage to front through the people; hugging fans along her way. One young girl was lucky to have scored Taylor's tiara when she sung "Love Story". Taylor had graciously removed her sparkling crown and royally placed it on the young girls head. The excitement on the young girl's face was priceless. I felt happy for the girl and hoped it be a good motivator for her life.

My favourite part of the show was the last act "You Should've Said No" when she mashed it up with a JT mix, then turned it into a drum banging showdown and ended it with a timely sequenced rain pour; closing the concert on a memorable moment.

As far as the venue services go, I believe they could've been more proactive with their sale opportunities. We had waited in line, before the show, for a good two and half hours. It would've been an ideal time for them to get a few people walking around with merchandise people could buy or drinks and food. I don't think kids under the age of ten should've been allowed to attend the concert. There were four little ones squashed up the front who almost dropped to the floor from being pushed against the rails and dehydration. Security was aware of them and kept giving them water; constantly checking to see they were okay.

Summing up. The title of this post asks "$200 Bucks to See Taylor Swift. Was It Worth It?". When I drove home, I thought through this question and called up the entire experience; from the moment we had arrived to the time we had left. Personally, I found it was worth it. I had realised something new of myself. I have better tolerance of people than I first thought.

As far as the concert itself goes, the show was worth it. The venue facilities could be a bit better but to see Taylor Swift live was priceless.

Now I understand why she's a superstar.

Can Fake Psychics Kill?

2010-01-27T03:25:00.000-08:00

Okay so the title is a bit too much of a question. Truly, if a person so desperate turns to them for advice, perhaps they could if the advice was dark and/or generic. Where is this coming from? I saw a Tarot Reader/Psychic the other day for the hell of it. I was disturbed there after.

First I had to wait for the Tarot Reader to finish up with a client, and that was a good fifteen minute shuffle on a cheap plastic seat that made my bum itch up a storm. Of course, I couldn't help but eaves drop on the reading. It seemed, from the jumble of cards laid out before the young hopeful woman who sat eager for "good news", the goodness she waited for was something she'd have to wait for some time. Maybe in the second half of the new year she might find happiness with a new partner. For now, she would have to put up with her cheating man's ways and see a lawyer about screwing him for everything he had. Put politely of course. Then she was told she might expect some news about her father regarding his health. It was here I glimpsed a feigned look of care in the Tarot Reader's eyes as she said, "Oh dear. I'm afraid it doesn't look good."

Needless to say, the "client" was almost in tears as she shuffled away from the Reader with her woes.

I gulped and was almost about to shuffle away myself when the Tarot Reader greeted me and asked I sit.

"Sit - I tell you!"

"Okay Mistress Tarot Reader. Please don't eat me."

I sat before her new aged covered table. You know, the type with the purple felt table cloth, a collection of crystals (to ward off those pesky invisible demons) in one corner, tarot cards in the middle and small timer clock tucked, sneakily, in the back corner to kept a reality check on the situation about to be laid out before the Reader's sucker - Me.

She outlined her fees with a yawn and an apology should she have appeared uninterested in her live money bag seated before her. At this point, I felt trapped by her powers and found my hard earned $30 dollars literally appear on her table like magic then disappear as quickly. The trap was sprung. Now, the Mistress Tarot Crow (as I had dubbed her) was going to tell me my destiny like a Lord of Rings novel, and all in thirty minutes I might add.

At this point, I was shaking at the knees and ready to bow my humble gratitude for shining her merciful wisdom on such a poor helpless soul such as I. Okay, not quite, but I was interested to see how much "doom" I had in my life.

Turns out I had a lot. I would face a very emotional year (duh) with many set backs and trials I had to overcome to be a winner. She said I should write down my woes and share them (okay, that might be viable). I would have to do this and that and fight this and that and so forth. The most jaw-breaking piece of insight she sold me about myself was the fact I was depressed. Depressed - me? Honestly Mistress Doom and Gloom, I wasn't before but thank you for your enlightenment! She then went on to say that I will have to fight and convince people to be on my side for whatever I do. If I wanted people to listen to me, I would have to give them some friendly "bull shit". Seriously, she said those words with an apology on the end.

Okay, at this point I was sitting on my hands so I couldn't smack myself on the forehead and also be able to scratch a cheek should I need to relieve an itch (crude I know). I wasted $30 dollars on a nut-job and now I was questioning whether I was happy.

I sighed with relief when it was over and almost chocked on my sigh when she tried to sell me a $20 pendant. Seriously!

I was tempted to ask for my money back but afraid she'd put some sort of hex on me. Instead, I left quietly and gave some friendly advice to the next-in-line. They were quick to bolt right past me as I left a smelly trail of doom and gloom behind with the tarot reader. Of course, I pointed a finger her way to say "yes passing people, it's from inside there."

I think the lesson to learn here, is you can pay for someone to tell you what your destiny is and choose to believe it. Wouldn't it be better to believe what you already know of yourself and try to make the destiny you want?

I felt so angry after the reading and it took me a while to realise why. I have always expected destiny to find me. I realised, I have to make my own destiny and fight the impossible battles to achieve it. With only a handful of trusted allies to make it possible. I also realised the world will be against me as I'm just one drop in the ocean. I would be up against traditional point of views, styles, and quite possibly pop-tarts. Yes, pop-tarts. Writing is especially traditional. If your style appears as sloppy and unreadable, so shall it be. Of course, I would flick the birdy at such an impression but there is something to gleam from it. In the same sense, It has taken me years to be comfortable with my style. Hell if I'm going to change it for any monkey; enhance and develop - yes.

I'm getting side-track.

Destiny. My advice to anyone seeking a Tarot Reading. Unless you feel confident the reader will tell you what is in your interest and not their's, by all means. Honestly, I'd save the money for tools you can use to make your own destiny such as a subscription to Cleo perhaps, chill-laxing time out and that dress you have always wanted. Oh, and resources to help you get where you want to go.

Do it your way. Do it now.

I AM I: The Baggies

2010-01-19T01:02:00.000-08:00

I know it was stupid of me to work outside today, and should’ve checked the sky and see if it was still mourning the loss of the world. I stepped into puddles and allowed its shit to rain over me anyway. Besides, who else is going to lug those maggoty baggies into the cauldrons? I don’t see God doing it anytime too soon, especially when the damned fires took longer to kick in and the corpses slower to disintegrate. The flies are only interested in making my chores more miserable. Bastards!

Does God care that I almost did a Russian-Roulette this morning over weak coffee, tasteless bread and stale gossip? I know Mickey’s Dinner has a reputation to uphold but honestly... Luckily, I had the ole Lotto Cat to reassure me. Its numbers promised a better tomorrow.

Lunchtime was a better impression. I ate acrid bagels whilst watching the usual bird silhouette picture and its soars through the grey skies with an impression of ease. I debated whether it cared to see colour again. The debate left me hollow and saw the bagels creating Jackson Pollack impressions on the floor. I decided to leave the artistic mess for tomorrow. No one’s going to care.

So for today, I go to sleep grateful to God for my survival. I suppose I should say the prayer for today’s dead.

“God above, give these baggies rest in peace, and hello to Michael J.”

Peace out.

Written using a prompt from Clarity of Night

Why Being A Pussy Is Stupid

2010-01-14T13:00:00.000-08:00

The man of your dreams walks toward you.
You’re too shy to meet his gaze.
Your best friend steps out to meet him;
Good intentions of course.
She ends up his girlfriend.

You watch them play.
You carry their bags to the beach,
Watch them frollick amongst the waves.
You see them dance underneath the moonlight,
Whilst swatting mosquitos attacking your skin.

They think it’s cool you’re their friend.
The man has no idea.
Secret longings of the heart stir in anger.

Anger festers.
It plays with ideas:
Knives,
Car burns,
Wrong prescriptions.

You watch with narrow eyes as the relationship blooms.
You turn away every man that isn’t him.

Darkness gathers.
A storm is near.
You stand in the rain,
Outside their loungeroom window.
Watching.
Wanting.
Waiting.
Planning.
Time is near.

You go home to think.
You wake up in the morning in denial.

Your friend calls unaware and annoyingly perky.
The phone call is disconnected midway conversation.

You vent on a PS2
Watch Lara Croft kick ass and wonder why it’s so easy for her to get the guy.

Then you realise…

You’re such a dumb ass pussi.
He’s just a man.
She’s just a woman.
You’re wasting time.

You get up. Get dressed. Loose weight. Get a life.
You find a man. Get laid. Kick him out and regret what you did.

Darkness gathers.
You stand in the shadows.
Why me?
What did I do to miss out?
Then you realise.
You’re such a dumb ass pussi.
You should’ve been the one to take a stand.
For what you believe,
For what you enjoy,
Not because you wanted to get over and get even.
In the shadows you regret.

Then he walks by.
He's full of regret.
He is alone.
He sees you - YOU.

His smile awakens your heart.

Farewell

2010-01-13T13:00:00.000-08:00

I entered a new place with fresh eyes.
I lived with great friends.
We shared joys and discussions.
We went silent now and then.

Time moved in slow paces.
The place drifted into a region;
I moved into another.

Air went stale.
Shades of colour lapsed into sepia tones.

I knew this was now the moment to move on.

It’s been swell my friends.
You’ll be in my heart forever.

New colours call to me.
A drive for new adventure.

Let us celebrate this one last time, enjoy and remember.
We can always look back and say hello.
Farewell is never the end.

Why Blog Fiction?

2010-01-12T16:51:00.000-08:00

It may be me, but there seems to be an ever increasing trend in returning and new blog fiction sites. Whether the chances of being traditionally published by corporate houses are slimmer each hour or writers find greater control in posting their stories online, blog fiction is booming. Of course, some will open only to last a few posts whilst others will stick around for a long time. Albeit, at inconsistent time slots such as moi.

I've had people ask me with gaping mouths, "why give it away on a blog?" And, have received the presumption that my story must not be worthy of being published, so the only option I have is a blog site.

The reason I post my story as a blog is that I have greater control on how it is posted and when I can "share it". I'd rather have it out there for people to read than have it die in a slush pile. People can make up their own minds if they want to read it or not.

I suspect the answer for some blog fiction writers is the same answer with Open Source software; the power of feedback to develop the story. With software, a developer can only debug so much with the two pair of eyes he/she has. It's far better to share the task of bug swatting than fry your own brain in doing it.

Still, blog fiction is questioned as a platform for some writers for many reasons. Yes, it gives you control over how you present your story and when it goes live. It also leaves you open for copyright violations and spam attacks. Although, we do have better tools to protect our works electronically these days. My Free Copyright offers blog writers a certain safeguard in the same way Numly does, and it emails you a special number to identify the work as yours.

Veering to the opinion of marketing, we can advertise the blog how we want and only have to hold ourselves responsible if nothing works out as expected. We don't have to worry about complex contracts with third parties nor have to wait for others to catch up. Or course, the con is that you have to do all the leg work yourself, use your own resources and trust that your work is "polished" enough to gather a readership.

On the promising side, certain companies have offered non fiction bloggers money and recognition if their posts would attract a readership for them. Indeed, you could say, some writers can make a living being bloggers (non fiction sense). At least, Problogger promotes it so.

I've yet to see fiction blogs be so lucky. Of course, sites such as Createspace and Lulu offer writers the option of self publishing at a fee, and there a various independent publishing houses and network sites, which offer to pay writers for their stories and post them online; whether it be a prize as part of a competition or a submission/royalty payment. No fiction blog I've seen has actually made money per post on their own site. If one has, I'd love to hear about it.

I do hope blog fiction flourishes and more writers allow themselves to experience the option. The more out there, the better blog fiction will become as a reputed platform and not seen with the stigma of being a "desperate" or "last" option.

Actually, I've stumbled across quite a few quality fiction blogs with stories better than those in book stores. Clarity of night holds an all-you-can-eat banquet and the Mexican Year is consistently compelling (it should really add a "s" on the end of "years" as it has been going for a few now). There are new tales worthy of a look such as Refuge of Delayed Souls.

I suppose it comes down to what readers are willing to pay for and what they want to get at the moment and for free, and the exposure of blog fiction. It would be good if there was a dedicated search engine for it.

Conscience Change

2010-01-12T15:20:00.000-08:00

I watched an amazing movie today, produced right out of Hollywood. It was James Cameron's Avatar. I know, a lot of you may think it's just another billion dollar campaign and a way to show off to the world how fancy our technology has come.

You know, it also had some really good underlining elements there too. Something we can conscientiously take away with us for the better. Not like the over priced popcorn and sugary coke sipped from a non-eco friendly cup (I boycotted the gimmicky cups and choose sneak in my own cordial instead.) Still...

Back to the point.

As I watched the main character change from a man of war into a man of life, I also realised the resemblance of the "real" world around us.

Don't we take for granted our every day technology? We wake up to the chimes of alarm clocks (either via dedicated units on our bed tables or a pre-programmed ringtone on our phones). Perhaps boil our electric kettles and make ourselves a cup of coffee (a product most of us have no idea how it's made, only that it comes in a vaccum sealed jar). Then we gather our gadgets: phones, watches, laptops, pda's etc., and go about our day. When we come home, we might watch a bit of television before calling it a night.

Through out the entire 24 hours, I reckon the average person is constantly surrounded by some mechanical device and, more than likely, dependent on it. Whilst it's not necessarily a bad thing. If over one billion people are constantly reliant on energy drawn from earth resources, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. That's a lot of consumption. I believe, we are placing more and more stress on our planet for every second a person breathes on this earth. Each time a device is created, I believe, a piece of our Mother Earth dies. Whether it be a tree felled or an animal forced out of its bull-dozed home only to find its life end underneath the wheels of a speeding truck and a truck driver with only one focus in his/her mind; determination to met a deadline.

Each conscience decision we make is deciding the fate of the earth we truly depend on. And I honestly believe we have forgotten what ground we stand on. We have grown into a society where everything is made to make things "easier" but not necessarily better. War (aka blowing up landmarks, napalming nature for a sake of enemy targets) is a necessary evil to bring greater peace?

Of course, people are aware we need to change. Thank God there are groups who are making significant impacts to the leaders of our nation. Thank God for groups such as Greenpeace.

Still... In my native culture, I was taught one basic principle; what is taken from the earth - you return to the earth. There was a sense of respect for all things natural and the way we existed as a community. Nothing was taken beyond necessity and technology couldn't be further from the minds our my elders. Of course, I was soon raised in the Western World and learned to appreciate the values of technology. I even became a support technician for IT. Talk about disrespecting my nature loving roots.

Now, there is a gradual change in the way we live our life with water restrictions and promotion of green energy. I still believe we have yet to take a conscience change in the way we value our world. Yes, the thinking is almost there but we still hold values toward technology. I think it's going to take a ton of work to change, and definately something that will take years to do.

I remember a phrase one of my high school social science teachers had said, " The Western World is so determined to advance the human race with technology, they are slowly forgetting how to be human." She went on to joke that most humans would probably end up as androids by 2012 and the world resemble something out of an apocolyptic novel. Honestly, she might not be far from the truth.

In my honest observation, I see technology slowly destroying us. I take one look at the mess of cables behind my computer and I think of the tangled mess we have made in some places of our world. Iraq. Need I say more?

As I watched the magical world of Pandora, James Cameron had presented before us with Avatar. I could almost imagine such a world once existed on our earth. We may never see our earth as magical ever again? Can we change our conscience and way of living enough to see what beauty it has left?

Possibly.

This post is also found at the Art Action Union of Artists community site. A community of people who aim to bring awareness to the real issues of our world. In turn, hope it will contribute to a better tomorrow.

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Something Hurts

2010-01-12T13:00:00.000-08:00

Numb.
It starts.
Sharp, stabbing pain; a reminder.

Do you let go?
Is it too late?

The moment of nine months, waiting.
Now fear squeezes your womanhood.
Throbbing pain; torments and screams.

Shards scratch the surface of the mind.
… erratic thoughts… crushed vision.

Pain! The Pain!

Want to give in!
Not ready for this!
Not fair!
Not right!
I will crush a dream and see it burn!

Pain and fear restrict every muscle until you move.
Screaming – burning – crying – all gone from thought.

Stabbing: jab – jab – jab – jab… UGH!

Wails pierce the air; a tiny shrill outside your voice.
The stabbing stops.

Numb.

Warmth.

Peace.

Confusion.

It’s now time to let go?

A wriggling bundle drops into your weary arms and you realise…

The pain wasn’t long enough, but the joy of a new life lasts forever.

The Determined Writer

2010-01-11T16:12:00.000-08:00

Last year, I had a habit of saying, "What hurts most - being a bad writer or writing stories no one wants to read?" Of course, my answers were nothing short of excuses; I don't have time. If only my work wasn't so demanding, draining, boring and far out of my passion zone. If only I could put the kids to bed earlier, kick hubby out of the house so I can have my own "creative time", I could think through things clearly... The excuses were endless and the question persistent, until it was a nagging post-it note stuck inside my brain. Each day I felt morose, and writing was turning into a chore. The stories looked less likely to come to resolution. All the hours sacrificed was a waste.

Truth is, there are no excuses to writing and being a writer. You either have it in you or you don't. I'm not talking about the talent to hook a reader. I'm talking about the determination to finish a story and to learn from the experience.

There are so many talented story-tellers out there. A few can manipulate words so well that they practically leap out of your screen/page and start involving you in their woes. Others, leave room for critisim. Just for the record, I fall under the later category. I see this more a blessing than an annoyance. At least people are taking the time to talk about what they've read.

Back to the point.

It still takes a lot of time writing, reading and learning off others to reach a point where y0u feel comfortable with your style. It takes guts and a bit of attitude to get up from some blows and keep ploughing on.

What is a Writer without life experiences?

I posted an opinion at Project Foxfire about doubts; in particular, my doubts as a writer/story-teller. I've taken a few knocks and hit walls of frustration. My failure to invoke the enthusiasm and positive feeling for my stories in others has left me feeling like a dumb-shit. I've agreed with those feelings in the past since I've never been to college nor completed any formal training in the art of communication. I've come to realize that all the time I use in teaching myself techniques, new and varied skills, sourcing the internet/library for free knowledge and applying them to my works, has pretty much earned myself a degree in a virtual sense. I don't need to spend thirty thousand dollars or so to obtain the same level of education as a graduate. I only need to work harder, smarter and soak in as much as I can from what is available to me.

My learning might delay the story but it will also see to it's completion. Regardless. This is an element, which defines writers, in my opinion.

You may be the best and most talented writer in the planet, but if you're not diligent and ignore opportunities to better your skills and sharpen your style, you mind as well formulate an excuse and lock your talent in a drawer.

Boxed In

2010-01-11T13:00:00.000-08:00

Head bowed; defeated.
You know chances came and went around you.

Time and restrictions went hand in hand.
You weren’t able to break free from the chains.

Weary…
Lost for direction…
Blind…
ANGRY!!!

Standing in no position to move.
Boxed in.
Trapped.
Alone.

Child of Night

2010-01-10T13:00:00.000-08:00

Drifting in a realm of dream.
Caught up in the night.

Busy with thoughts surreal.
Shadow overwhelms my face.

The dark is my enlightenment.
The night my awakening day.

When the sun rises,
I close my eyes.
Shifting into an alternative being.

Short Black

2010-01-09T13:00:00.000-08:00

Short black,
Days are numbered.
White chalk;
Powered lines around us.Your challenge is strong;
I will be the better hand.
I have something you will never understand.

Short black,
Skirt so short,
Your sinew legs raced me,
I was caught into your adrenalin.

We’re both fools;
We never saw it coming.
Now – I see it…

…Too late.

Short black days – hours – seconds,
You, daylight, sounds and commotion;
Nothing now bothers me.

The Journey of My Soul

2010-01-08T13:00:00.000-08:00

I walk forward; looking back.
I move on; still in the same direction.
People come,
People go,
My vision lacks intention.

Night enfolds me with its care.
Within silence and darkness I can see!
I wake to a golden day;
Feet move forward.
I turn.
I change.
I see a dream I want to chase.

Now a new journey is set for me.
My vision has intention.
Aim is high – soul craves for life.
Humanity flows; uplifting waves around me.

I dive straight in; swim increasingly forward.
Onwards – upwards – beyond limitations and rejection.
Divinity touches my eyes with understanding.
This journey is almost ended.

I feel calm; the way has levelled.
I ease into a rest.
I am here. My arrival is a key.
I unlock a door to a place of peace.

They See. They Know

2010-01-07T13:00:00.000-08:00

I mustn’t let them hear it,
The beating of my heart.

They will know I’m afraid.
They will press my fear,
Further tighten the chains around me.

I want to scream out warnings;
Pain pushing against my chest.

But they are near.
They are always watching.

Sush… Quiet… They approach.

Quick! Head down. Nose buried in work papers.
I shouldn’t be here.
I shouldn’t be typing this.

They will know.
They will see.

I feel trouble burning the nape of my neck.
And the chains of work tightening further around my waist.

The Silent Voice

2010-01-06T13:00:00.000-08:00

Aching for respect.
Age spares little for the young.

Generation span: different truths.
Perception changes mountains.
Ambiguous pieces paint unexpected pictures.

Emotions inflamed.
Tension, confusion;
Restriction of movement.
The silent voice.

Only by the hands of time;
Age catch up with the young.
Truth, resolution agreed.

KKP Video Draft

2010-01-05T18:56:00.000-08:00

Proposed logo introduction for a video book trailer I'm creating

It is pending approval and adjustments.

Windows In A Distant Memory

2010-01-04T13:00:00.000-08:00

Where are you going to my friend?
The world has no concern for you.
It spins in a blur,
Cruel pace, uncaring faces.
Young eyes see you with scorn,
Mocked compassion.
You move againest time,
Flow slow, gentle natured.
Aged eyes see life, beautiful.
This world is of no concern to you,
Clothed in mismatch seconds,
You shuffle along fearless with heart.
Invincible to life, vulnerable to death.
You see roads no one else sees.
Will they take you there?
Is that where you head?
To windows of your world,
In a distant memory.

Waiting Stranger

2010-01-03T13:00:00.000-08:00

Stone steps cold, hard.
Warmth to a traveller from a far.
Resting, waiting.
Will he come?
The land is barren.
A stranger to this place.
Yet I know it well in my heart.
My eyes feast on faces warm.
Lights dazzling from their eyes.
They look, they pass, they know.
Will he come?
They know.

Soft Delicate Nature

2010-01-01T13:00:00.000-08:00

Watching you move,
A graceful dance.

Unaware of my adoration,
Soft, delicate nature.

Where are you bending to,
Does it matter?

You are so free, so loved,
But you will never give love.
Does it matter?

You will die, wither, reborn.
New life springs from your blooms.

I love you, the wind whispers.
Taking you in its’ arms.

Searching For

2009-12-31T13:00:00.000-08:00

Searching for you
I see you everywhere and nowhere

My fingers probe for your presence
Where are you
The net holds no answers

Your electricity pulses through my veins
How can you be so close, so far away

Why can’t you reach me
Is there room in your mind for me

No
I do not exist
Not even in your dreams

But you will always exist in mine

Freedom

2009-12-30T13:00:00.000-08:00

Freedom to soar above a conformist world.
Watching fear snake around life;
Suffocating our skies.

Freedom from our environment.
Enslaved are we to whims, fearing anger.

Freedom from society.
Unspeak to a living person.
Fear to be hurt, be misunderstood.

Freedom from one’s self.
Unrecognised, unidentified,
Individualised. Tainted by responsibility.

Freedom from pain.
Death remove it from our hearts,
Our bodies release our souls.

Freedom. Justified reward or life.
A luxury so close, so far.

We are slaves to freedom.

Infactuation for an Angel

2009-12-29T13:00:00.000-08:00

His face taunts my emotions.
Angelic eyes that harbour mysterious intentions.
His words,
Soft melodies that ripple through my skin.

I swoon for his body,
Wish for his adoration.
I want him.
I want him like deserts lust for rain.
I want to taste, feel him under my hands.
Want his hands to carry me to a fantasy,
Desire and bliss, abuse my pleasure.

But,
He is Heaven unattainable.
I am chained to Sin unforgivable.
I can not reach him. I do not exist.

How my mind aches watching my heart bleed.
For him.
Always for him.

Your Time

2009-12-28T13:00:00.000-08:00

Now is the time.
Disregard reason.

Forget the future.
Look back to the past.

Delve into history.
Jump into the unreal.

LIVE – LIVE – LIVE!
Agarrar el momento, renunciar a sus miedos!
Grab the moment, let go your fears!

Now is the time.
Your time is NOW!

Prayer to the Night

2009-12-27T13:00:00.000-08:00

In this hour,
And in this place
I call upon the power of night.

Take away my inner demons,
Release my fears and false meaning.

Give to me hope and strength to rise!
To obliterate, recreate and make all that is right.

And so my enemies who do quibble,
They shall cower, shiver and tremble.

As the light wanes,
Darkness Falls.

No one is safe.
No one at all.

Stranger

2009-12-26T13:00:00.000-08:00

Stone steps cold, hard.
Warmth to a traveller from a far.

Resting, waiting.
Will he come?

The land is barren.
A stranger to this place.
Yet I know it well in my heart.

My eyes feast on faces warm.
Lights dazzling from their eyes.

They look, they pass, they know.
Will he come?

They know.

The Darkness Within

2009-12-25T13:00:00.000-08:00

Smothered within cursed mists.
Chocking – gasping – aching for air.

Churlish words stabbing the mind,
Calling up the darkness within one’s soul.

What price do you pay for charity?
What gift do you give for treachery?
And if the truth reveals all do lies wane?

The danger of lies;
Squeezing ones heart until the grey fog rolls in.

And there is no retribution for the damned.
Darkness and a doomed way ahead.

The Magic of Nature

2009-12-24T13:00:00.000-08:00

I forgot the taste of water.
The light was a burden to my eyes.
I moved with awkward speed, striving to survive.

I relied on shiny gadgets.
I supported the cold, hard world of business.
I believed in more technology.
I screamed out for more time.

Grey fog clouded my mind.
I was easily confused and swayed.
Nightmares tormented my waking thoughts.
Metal enclosed me – metal filled me.
I became restless, meaningless, out of touch;
Reality – life was not.

I moved outside myself.
I breathed in the smog and released a moment of being.

I walked.
I left my car behind.
I dumped my gadgets.
I slowed my steps and allowed the world to rush by.

I found my self here…
Listening to nature’s voice through the soothing rush of her waters.

I found my self…
Feeling the cold, soft folds of her leaves reassuring my existence.

I found…
Life; real and pure.

I…

The magic of nature surrounds us.
Sometimes we need to stop and see.

Rage Poster

2009-12-21T01:25:00.000-08:00

Image work to supplement story "Rage. Primal Justice". Once upon a time, it actually won an award.

I Am I: Introduction

2009-12-17T17:54:00.000-08:00

I’m Alisha James. I’m something of a mixed bag with Caucasian green eyes and cane coloured hair from my dad’s Anglo-Saxon side, and those Mexican soft features and lovely tanned skin from my mother’s. Some people thought I was beautiful and a few boys had said I was their sort of girl once upon a time. I’m just happy people didn’t think I was an eye-sore. Not that it really matters anymore.

I get ahead of myself.

My mother had begged me for years to write down my feels; trap them in a diary and, when I’m done, let them go. I don’t need to share them nor look back and reflect. It was enough that I acknowledge them with pen and paper. She told me, every time I wrote out a problem I had released it to the cosmos and I didn’t have to shoulder it any more. I could shed my tears to the pages and be cleansed. Humph, mothers would say or do anything to make their child’s pain bearable. My mother was a new age nut but in a practical sense I suppose.

Look! The maple leaf is green today; hugging the autumn glass as if it would be warmed by it. What a shame; a green leaf amongst the ghostly gnarled branches. It sticks out like a sore thumb. It’s only a matter of time before it falls to the ground another wasted leaf that died alone.

“Why reflect so drearily?”

Do I have a choice?

“We all have choices. Even the leaf knows it will last longer if it clings to the moisture of the window’s pane.”

Natures survival is one thing, mine is another. A leaf has no memories nor does it have dreams. It’s just a leaf.

“Perhaps, yet it lives and that’s all that should matter.”

I hear the logic but I can’t bring myself to believe it as I’m finding the life I know matter less and less each moment I am alive.

"You can sit around here reflecting or get out there and live another day. The sun's rays are already turning the sky orange. You don't want to end up a Krispy Kreme do you?"

Do I really need to go out today? I could still live on the fridge's treasures: a half-empty bottle of flat beer, one egg and, eek, furskin cheese? It's worse than prison! Actually, at least you could escape from prison. What escape do I have?

Okay - out I go. As if I have anything better to do.

Sword Prop

2009-12-17T02:22:00.000-08:00

Free Sword Prop Download

Non rigged sword prop created in Hexagon and fashioned in Vue7 Espirit.

This model is for use within Vue only.

The model can be saved in the default Vue>Object>Personal folder or where you desire.

The polygon count is high about 75k and file size close 23mb.

Cottage Prop

2009-12-15T15:01:00.000-08:00

Free Cottage Model Download

A cottage modelled in Hexagon and materialised in Vue7 Espirit

The model can be downloaded via the below link. Please note it will only work for Vue7 Espirit (possibly Vue 8).

The Book of Mormon – Real or a Well Crafted Hoax?

2009-12-13T12:13:00.000-08:00

I've asked myself time and time again. Did the Book of Mormon actually exist?

I can't see any archaeological evidences which suggest the Plates existed. To be honest, I haven't really looked hard for it. But if there were such artefacts to support the "physical realness" of the book, I'd imagine it would be available in some museum? I'd be able to run a Google check and see an image of some crusty relic promising truth to the collective history of the America's as the Book of Mormon states. Qualified Archaeologists have tried and come up empty handed as the below quote from Religious Tolerance has indicated.

"Archeologists and other scholars have long probed the hemisphere's past and the society does not know of anything found so far that has substantiated the Book of Mormon." Statement by the National Geographic ..."

http://www.religioustolerance.org/lds_migr.htm

Yet despite the lack of evidence authenticating the book, as I begin to read the story I understand why millions of people choose to revere it and hold it dear to their hearts. The book promises a truth that is so hard to find for some people in this day and age. It helps them to make sense of the senseless cruelty in their life with various metaphors that leave room for "individual" interpretation. So my opinion on whether the book is real or not is based more on what it brings now.

What does it matter it if it actually existed? If the words of the book today offer a person a choice to believe in life, brings them hope and a positive view of their days and dealings with everything around them and offers a remorseful person a chance to start anew. If the book furthers a positive way of thinking and being, furthering a better community and humanity, why should it be wrong?

Of course we can't deny a sceptical point of view; a healthy debate over facts and fiction is necessary. To know more we need to question more and even then we will never know as much as we do now, so more questions are good. I'm sure there may be some sceptics who have impressions of the Book of Mormon being nothing more than a well crafted hoax. I'll say this in favour of the story (or collection of stories), it has the right sort of hooks to snag a curious spirit with ancient mystery and omnipotent magic diarised as actual events. If a person chooses to believe in its authenticity and even its message, it's no different to a person believing The Bible to be true. Even so far as to say The Lord of the Rings was a depiction of an actual age on Earth (I can just imagine a huddle of people holding worship to the words of Tolkien as metaphoric prophesies – lol!). I guess when it comes to the power of God, we must be careful in what we believe. One person has the power to hurt millions if this person consumes themselves in a faith which encourages the road of death and pain to salvation or leaves room for misinterpretation; Osama Bin Laden is an example and Charles Manson another.

So far, I haven't received any threatening vibes from the Book of Mormon but a sense of journey. I see the people who practice the lessons of the book, community driven and keen to offer everyday guidance (The Word of Wisdom) and a chance to learn more of ones past. I think the ancient Mayans believed to know the past is to understand the present and to understand the present is to see the future (don't quote me on this as I'm not sure but I have heard this from somewhere before as I sourced through Mayan history and lore), so it's admirable of a religious order to help anyone they can with their ancestry. I guess the actions of Latter Day Saint people will determine the truth of the Book of Mormon through their devotion to understanding its events and morals, and applying its well meant lessons to their lives. In this sense, it would prove the books authenticity.

Triple-X Sign

2009-08-11T05:42:00.000-07:00

Out of all the covers I've created, this is by far my favourite. More for the fact that it's CGI created and only one percent being actual photography.

It's for a story by Kiya Stronghold, for Kantarr Kanticles Press.

Taylor Swift - Fearless Album Review

2009-07-18T05:32:00.000-07:00

Image courtesy of Wikipedia

How old is this chick?

My girl's been pestering me for a Taylor Swift CD for days. So, I finally caved in and bought it. Quite glad I did as I don't have to worry about my bandwidth going up the youku any more because of youtube replays, although my ISP thanks you Google.

As I listened through the tracks at high-def volume, I understood why my girl likes her songs. Taylor's voice is melodic, sweet and full of the wide-eyed wonder of a young girl believing in love.

All her songs tell stories very well. There's nothing worse than the music making you feel happy and hearing the singer tell you a dark and depressing story. It's all bubble-gum until you listen to her sing Breathe and capture a haunting tone of beautiful bitterness. I love how she sings the ordinary girl's song in You Belong With Me. It makes me smile all the time with the words matching the highs and lows of the tune. White Horse makes my body shiver with emotions. It's so hard to believe a girl so young could sing with such wisdom and stir the emotions of people of all ages. I love the harmonies in You're Not Sorry and the emotive strings. It sets the tone of bitterness and the sadness of betrayal.

My girl is younger than her, I'm older and yet we have an understanding and common ground when listening to Taylor. Even if you don't like the country music twang, Taylor brings in a range of different tones and stories that it's hard not to like her songs. Although, if you're into raw and intense pain this CD may not be for you. It's girly pain, filled with bubble-gum feel good emotions.

I recommend it for cleaning the house, driving in the car after a hard days work and talking a long pleasant walk along the beach. This chick and cd gets four out of five stars from me.

Resources

Taylor Swift Youtube Channel http://www.amazon.com/Fearless-Taylor-Swift/dp/B001EYGOEM/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=music&qid=1247889458&sr=1-1

Welcome Home

2009-02-13T16:41:00.000-08:00

Draft two of Welcome Home. A lot different from the other Pandora Edge covers but then it is the first story. This is the type of cover I haven't done for a long time so it will be interesting to see how it went.

Image of shoes courtesy of Morguefiles.com and Chelle.

Before The Fall

2009-01-07T10:55:00.000-08:00

Before The Fall is another unique creation for me as I was on specific orders to make it space opera. Cover created using Poser, sketch up and the usual design programs.

Sketch UP Models
Green space ship courtesy of Cartographer.Tom
Silver star fighters courtesy of Smike's Models . Smike's website

Once I'm savvy with Sketch Up I'll be designing my own models. I already have the blueprints of some models on paper, it's just a matter of translating them to screen. Another project to add to my ever growing list.

Kate Smith Banner

2008-11-20T14:41:00.000-08:00

Kate keeps me busy.

Incognition

2008-11-02T16:43:00.000-08:00

Kate Smith's new novel from Mystic Moon Press.
Image of woman from Krystle at Morguefiles.com.

The Legacy of Tsazcuth

2008-08-15T23:55:00.000-07:00

Welcome to the Realm of Leinard

The year is the 167th reign of the Great Emperor Leinard. You have stepped into a realm where magic dwells and anything is possible, at the heart of it all is a young girl named Neven.

It hasn’t been easy for Neven. She almost drowned, was sold into slavery and now she must help four men locate magical doors known only as Tsazcuths. Fabled objects rumoured to grant the one who unlocks them ultimate power, wealth, pain or death. It’s getting ugly. Want to see how she goes? Open the book and begin the journey.

COMING SOON TO MYSTICMOONPRESS.COM

When the Cup is Empty

2008-05-13T01:48:00.000-07:00

Kate Smith's future release from Mystic Moon Press.
Everything was digitally created using a combination of graphic software.

Always the Night

2008-05-04T21:23:00.000-07:00

Book cover design for Kate Smith's latest story.

Image of man in video promotion courtesy of Fourwinds at Morguefiles.com

Music courtesy of MZMK at Jamendo. Track featured is Intro from their album demo

Veil of Perception

2008-04-12T13:57:00.000-07:00

The veil of perception, is a philosophical concept. It states that we do not (and cannot) perceive the external world directly; instead we know only our ideas or interpretations of objects in the world. Thus, a barrier or a veil of perception prevents first-hand knowledge of anything beyond it. The “veil” exists between the mind and the existing world. Wikipedia – Representationalism

What does this mean to me?

I once wrote a story called The Callings, which was centered around a group of young people given the gift of long life so they could fulfill a purpose to ensure souls/spirits of others transcended from this life into the next one upon their deaths. For it seemed, agents of Shadow (angels who fell from God’s grace) had the ability to interfere with a person’s soul as soon as it left the body and corrupt it so it no longer had self-will. I poured all my frustration, misunderstandings, hurt and ill perceptions into this story. The story was a time when I was slowly unlearning and stripping back my values. And it was a tough time. When you strip back so much that you are left bare and open, you become confused and, at most times, angry. I was tempted to succumb to drugs and booze and thoughts of “just living for today” and giving up the future; the present has no significance so why bother?

I also found I was tempted to take an ironic life path and succumb to religion. “God feels your pain. Give God your pain and let him fill your life with love and joy,” a man had tried to sell me on a street corner one day when I was feeling at my lowest. His words were soothing and inviting but there was a problem. I had already been in servitude to God when I was a young girl and failed miserably.

As a young girl, each day, for many years, I had dedicated my thoughts and waking moments to the Christian’s God. I went to church, prayed morning and night, and respected the gospel. I was an innocent and accepting soul , and felt the need to preach to others the value system I was being raised in. A few times, I traveled with other members doing door-knock appeals and could never understand why people were quick to slam doors in my face, curse and tell me to go away. Don’t they want to hear about God and what he can do (does) for us?

“They don’t understand dear,” a Sister had answered. “It’s up to us to show them the way.” I accepted her answer and continued being a good soldier for God until the day I became a teenager.

Life became a series of trials for my family. All the ideals of the church slowly dissolved as I found myself without guidance, care and learning. I no longer attended church since my parents had stopped going. My church friends had slipped into a different niche from I, that I nothing in common with them anymore. I still prayed and asked God for help. “I don’t know what to do?” I’d plead night after night. Years later, after moments of confusion, frustration and misguidance, I stopped asking and realized, “sure God exists but not for me.”

More years went by. I existed as an average adult and became one of the door closes to those who were out to “save me from my sins”.

I became angry and turned to writing for relief. It was here, I started to unlearn; researching books on different ways of life and opinions. It started with Wicca and moved on to Zen. I became intrigued with Buddhism and its peaceful philosophies. The more I found out about different religions/ways of life; I started to feel a more complete person until I finally felt balanced. I had adopted philosophies of different practices and it gave me a sense of being my own self, and a feeling that I had a right to my own opinions.

Years later, to this day, I’m still a believer of God (of course I never gave up on him) and if I’m to really understand the world, I can’t be dismissive of other ways of life. It also means, I can’t know everything and sometimes in ignorance there is truth. It is this I believe my seeds of faith.

It pains me sometimes when I see young girls playing soldiers of God with no real understanding of why, especially when they try to enforce their value system on to others and easily dismiss the different life path and views.

A friend once said to me, “wars are created within the Veil of Perception.” At first I had no idea what he meant; now I see it clearly.

The Magician's Nephew (Narnia) by C.S. Lewis

2008-04-12T08:44:00.000-07:00

I love The Chronicles of Narnia. It’s an overall sweet and inspiring piece of fiction that all ages can read and enjoy. Currently, I have fun reading the chronicles to my girl and explaining/painting out the characters and world to her. Although, she is a bit too young yet to understand the story fully.

I finished reading The Magician’s Nephew to her and was told I don’t have to read the Lion Witch and Wardrobe because she’s already seen it LOL.

With the Magician, boy, C. S. Lewis stories must’ve been something unique of his time. The idea of being swept into other worlds via use of an object must’ve been a far fetch concept and something which played with children’s (and possibly adults) imagination. As this was written around the 1950’s, the somewhat formalness of C.S. Lewis’s writing might be a bit perplexing for young minds, but explained right, nevertheless invigorating.

What I love about the Magician’s Nephew is the rich detail he gives us with the London he knew of his time and the way between worlds. The detailing of Empress Jadis’s world is sublime and intriguing.

The story starts off with two children exploring their imaginations and doing what children did in those days. Their adventures lead them to a room and way to another world.

The Magician’s Nephew is indeed to the start of all things Narnia and leads the way to the next adventure we all know.

Yo Mama's Last Supper by Renee Cox

2008-04-12T08:40:00.000-07:00

Ooh where do I start with this one. I’ve been putting off my thinking around Yo Mama’s Last Supper until now as I wasn’t sure what to think about it.

Care of Your3DSource.com

I saw Renee’s picture around the same time I was finding more information about Andres Serrano.

At first, I was baffled why Renee would have a naked woman standing as Christ and the men not even interested to look at her. And then I came across an online interview of her and this is her response:

[Taken from Salon.com, under section “So, to get back to “Yo Mama’s Last Supper”—you were critiquing the Catholic Church”]

“And the position women have held in the church, which is not holding any position. It becomes a protest, but that wasn’t my intention. It was more about a critique. It also comes from research that I did—about the Catholic Church and how affairs were handled around slavery and Catholicism … Are there messages underneath? No, there are not. It’s just that African-Americans are invisible, especially in Renaissance art.” Renee Cox

So if this was her intention, would it be deemed controversial still? Especially when Renee goes on to say “My work is always about breaking down stereotypes.”

It was opposed by Mayor Giuliani who had appointed a “Decency Commission” committee to review the works moral content, hoping they would agree with him. It seems the committee fail to bring any action, whether because of city red tape or lack of commitment and by the time the new mayor came into power, the committee was abolished and nothing was done about it. [source Controversial Art]

Which leads a question to whether this is as offensive as Mayor Giuliani took it for or perhaps it is truly a reflection of Renee’s intentions, in which case, can be seen as another portrayal?

For me, it’s something I wouldn’t pin up in my lounge room only cause I just don’t like her style. I do appreciate her intentions and what she hopes to achieve.

Some Resources
http://www.reneecox.net/bio.html
http://www.your3dsource.com/controversial-artwork.html
http://dir.salon.com/story/sex/feature/2001/02/22/renee_cox/

Cathie T

2007-12-01T07:08:00.000-08:00

Introduction (drum roll please) CathieT: photographer, T-shirt designer and aspiring writer. If her portfolio was a car boot, there be goodies galore in there to snap up and buy. Take a look at these:

When I asked CathieT what do you hope to achieve with your art? I loved her response. “An audience whose eyes don’t glaze over when I present another piece of art, to perhaps make someone smile, think or just say wow!” It’s honest and isn’t that what we all want as artists? And she may have said “I’ve found a lack of talent to be a major drawback…” but I don’t buy it and see it as a modest comment in jest. She has the “eye” and the skills to match.

_{Bath Night by CathieT}

Cathie is a member of the Adelaide Camera Club and is involved with a lot of online photography groups (although shamefully confesses she has neglected since Red Bubble came into her life). Her love of photography was spawned when she picked up her dad’s camera back in 2003. “I picked it up and was hooked. I think it kind of suits my “instant result” mentality.” She is also a devoted mother, wife and proud owner of a Canon 10D. “Bought from Steve Axford. Unfortunately, it seems to have forgotten everything he ever taught it!!” said Cathie. Well I’m sure it will have it’s flash backs. She has also done a couple of paid jobs, but doing it for the passion is what it’s all about for her.

So, if you haven’t seen CathieT’s portfolio, where have you been? Seriously, I highly recommend a visit.

There's Always Time for Romance

2007-11-13T00:52:00.000-08:00

Another proposed book cover design for Mystic Moon Press

Image of clock, PatriciaEGreen, Morguefile no: 107458
Image of Fire place background, Ronnieb, Morguefile no: 96586
Image of Snow Globe, SGame, Stockxpert.com no: 154102

The Unforgivable Action

2007-10-06T09:01:00.000-07:00

All my own images.

Snowbound [Tentative]

2007-10-06T08:55:00.000-07:00

Image Man, dmscs, Morguefiles photo # 172529
Overlay backdrop, ren, Morguefiles photo # 155632
Rest mine

The Old Place

2007-09-03T00:19:00.000-07:00

Another design for Mystic Moon Press
Image House, Loopy, Morguefiles photo # 73640
Image Family, Bandini, Morguefiles photo # 150241

Brokedown

2007-09-02T23:52:00.000-07:00

Another one for Mystic Moon Press.

Landscape, sunny_teach, Morguefiles photo # 158370
Girl, photoshow, stockxpert photo # 215776 E5

Reprocessing Amy

2007-08-18T05:20:00.000-07:00

Image of eyes from Seabreeze at Morguefiles The rest my own stuff.

Destiny Forged

2007-08-18T04:19:00.000-07:00

Another one for the new publisher. Image of guy and girl a paid stock image via Stockxpert Image #702654. The backdrop of horses via Mettem at Morguefiles.

Chess Affair

2007-08-18T03:11:00.000-07:00

I'm back into the book cover gig again after popular demand :0). Here is one for a new independent publisher that is opening business on the 15th September.

Image of woman and man from Dee of Morguefiles. The image of chess pieces from Drew/Grasspigg of SXC.

Great Imagination Captured In 3D - Rose Moxon

2007-08-17T04:36:00.000-07:00

Red Bubble has attracted a variety of artists. One exciting group of artists are those who create magical three dimensional (3D) fantasies.

One such artist is Rose Moxon. She calls herself a digital artist. Her works on Red Bubble and her website shows us she is an artist all rounder. Her imagination takes you on a fairieland fantasy, offers you a piece of heart and whisks you away on a fairie dance.

Her works has been recognised globally, in advertisements in China, Europe, UK and Australia. It has been used for the inside cover of The World Leasing Handbook three years running; an impressive achievement.

Now, she will be showcasing her fantasy heroes at the Conflux conference coming to Canberra, Australia. Her creations will be on display between the September 28th – October 1st; viewable to international best selling authors such as Garth Nix. It will be an opportunity not to miss. If you are interested in seeing Rose’s work at Conflux, please contact her for details. If you are unable to make it, more of her works can be found here at Red Bubble or at Daz3D.

Art has always been Rose’s passion. “I love painting and craftwork… have taken every opportunity to unleash my thoughts on paper,” says Rose. It seems there is nothing she can not do artistically. In the last two years, she has taken advantage of the digital platform and used it with leaps and bounds.

I giggled when she said, “I am pretty technologically challenged” after her delayed response towards an email I sent her. 3D art is not an easy skill to master and although you have programs such as Poser that try to make it a user-friendly tool. It is still a trick to learn. Rose, however, has mastered it with flying colours. It proves she is not afraid to test new mediums to ensure her imagination is brought to life.

It’s a pleasure to have her part of the Red Bubble community. Look forward to seeing her next fantasy.

Sackman

2007-08-12T21:55:00.000-07:00

Non commercial cover for Stephanie Wideman. Image of girl courtesy of Jean Veirdrie and SXC. Man image via SXC too. Rest are my own.

Spanish Waters Take 2

2007-06-22T06:12:00.000-07:00

The very last cover pitched to Amira Press. Well last one for a long time anyway. Unfortunately, this won't be the cover used for Barbara's story. It was fun to make and I love it.

Spanish Waters

2007-06-02T20:17:00.000-07:00

A proposed/tentative cover for another Amira Press book. The layer image of the boat and writing are by Morgue File members Bamagirl and Clarita

Key West Lovin

2007-06-02T20:00:00.000-07:00

Another proposed cover for Amira Press. Bookcover designed by using parts or all of images taken by Morgue File members Nazka2002, MMoen, Vlaluvi

Winter Skinny Dip

2007-05-19T18:04:00.000-07:00

Amira Press cover for J. R. Mitchell' s upcoming erotica/supernatural story

All images from Morgue File's stock image archive. Image of girl by MF member, Nizi
Backdrop imaged used, taken by MF member, Bosela

One With the Night (Amira Press Cover)

2007-05-07T04:05:00.000-07:00

Amira Press cover for J. R. Mitchell's story, One with the Night. Girl and guns from Morguefile.

The Curse of Solstice Springs

2007-04-26T18:18:00.000-07:00

Another book cover for Amira Press and J. R. Mitchell. Image of girl courtesy of Morgue Files and Jesue (username)

Cheating With Randy

2007-04-26T17:58:00.000-07:00

Another book cover design for Amira Press

People images courtesy of Morgue files: Paul Anderson and Mary R. Vogt. SXC: Tanasha Cornish (center image)

Rest are mine.

Friends Unlikely (Amira Press Cover)

2007-04-15T19:35:00.000-07:00

This is the official cover for Susan Smith Alvis's story, which will become available at Amira Press.

Images from Morgue Files and author's own.

Destiny's Choices

2007-04-09T23:04:00.000-07:00

Another cover for Amira press. Using images from SXC and my own. Special thanks to Joanna Andrzejewska for use of the forest image.

Friends Unlikely

2007-04-06T21:46:00.000-07:00

A sample book cover that was pitched to Susan Smith Alvis, for her story that will be available atAmira Press. This is NOT the cover that would be used for the story.

People photos from Morgue Files and Author. Objects own images.

Lamia

2007-04-06T21:41:00.000-07:00

Mock book cover for Matthew Ryan's epic story, Lamia. Available for reading at writing.com

Stock images from SXC

Wolf Den (Amira Press Cover)

2007-04-06T21:36:00.000-07:00

A commercial bookcover for J R Mitchell's story Wolf's Den, which will be available at Amira Press.

Girl courtesy of Morgue Files and Daniele Musella

Death Stalker

2007-03-13T05:51:00.000-07:00

Death Stalker is a brilliant short story by writer Tania Miclau. She goes by the pen name Taniuska at Writing.com Highly recommend visiting her portfolio and checking out her stories that are available.

Images my own

The Sanctified Wife

2007-03-03T23:39:00.000-08:00

Commercial cover for an e-book available at Amira Press .

Bottom image care of Arjun Kartha via Stockxchang stock image site. The rest is of my own stock - really.

Close To The Bone

2007-02-18T15:00:00.000-08:00

One for Addy. It's a twisted fairy tale that happened "once upon a time".
Images (royalty free) from SXC and Stockxpert

Troll Bait

2007-02-01T16:04:00.000-08:00

"Troll Bait" is a brilliant story! Full of action and excellent characters. I can see this story doing very well when published and can imaine it at the cinemas.Highly recommend to any avid Fantasy reader. The story is unique, the characters are easy to identify with, and the action and description are superb!

Images from SXC site.

The 666 Shooter

2007-02-01T16:01:00.000-08:00

Sproke's summary: An ex-priest must save the world from the son of the devil.Yeah, and on the way stir up a lot of action and kick butt! You want horror, action and the chance to save the day, "The 666 Shooter" is for you. Top stuff!

Source images via SXC

The 666 Shooter

2007-02-01T15:58:00.000-08:00

Sproke's summary: An ex-priest must save the world from the son of the devil. Yeah, and on the way stir up a lot of action and kick butt! You want horror, action and the chance to save the day, "The 666 Shooter" is for you. Top stuff!

Image of man by Jason Nelson via Morguefile. Abstract background my creation.

The Priestess of Infinity

2007-02-01T15:56:00.000-08:00

Amaris Dream's "The Priestess Of Infinity chapters" is a really excellent story. It has magic, mystery, adventure and elements of love. An enjoyable read. Check it out.

The Mystic Order

2007-02-01T15:55:00.000-08:00

Image from my own stock

Wolf's Den

2007-02-01T15:49:00.000-08:00

Book cover for Jennifer Mitchell's work in progress.

Action, romance and some naughty stuff to boot . You won't be dissapointed with this baby! Story kicks the booty like no tomorrow.

Image of the girl via Morgue Files . Wolf supplied by Jennifer. Other stuff via SXC

Relic of War

2007-02-01T15:43:00.000-08:00

Book cover for Sproke's "Relic of War" A story full of action and tension. Set in a mystical place, in the future. By golly, this story will keep you on the edge of your seat!

Source images via SXC