Chapter Five

“With all things and in all things, we are relatives.”

We are the Gray

Dedications page because one line is just not enough to explain who inspired me in life.

We are the gray

We are the lost here. The crumbling few who ran our feet dry running away from a boring life. Scraping black top cement with our bare toes…

Query letter aggravation

I have completed my first book. Full and through but I’m finding the Query process a bit aggravating. I would self publish but as it stands I don’t have the money to self publish my book. Let me begin with displaying my query letter for you in bits and pieces. (The awfulness might be…

One Republic

Let’s have some real talk folks. I am on my way back from Portland-Oregon after watching…

The things you try for fun

In my time of boredom last night I tried to do a youtube video in hopes that I can figure out to work out into a vlog.

From down under

Poetry is like a muse of words twisting away from our mouth. We are the weavers of our own design. We are the weavers of our soul. Here lies my story spoken in the words of a unique unicorn who strayed too close to the sun.

What I eat

Dear readers,

If you have been following me this far thank you. I have a story in draft mode- I don’t know the title of it yet but its been shared…

Four

“I will follow the white man’s trail. I will make him my friend, but I will not bend my back to…