Don't ask me why I'm up this late - it's Saturday uhhh technically Sunday morning in Prague and oh all right, there's no point in hiding it. I was watching Cartoon Network's Justice League (WonderWoman is kicking ass) when I happened to check my Amazon.com page and noticed a new review. 5 FRIGGING STARS. My gosh - it's such a great feeling when someone enjoys the story you've written and honestly, how do other writers control their egos when someone praises them? My way is really simple. I can control my big head BECAUSE not many people have read my book. Yeah. Real downer huh? But still ...
I love Tarja Turunen and always will. Ever since I stumbled across the band Nightwish all those years ago and finally felt relief that there was at last a band that could understand and represent the burning creative passion in me. To me (obviously this is a matter of personal taste) Nightwish unleashed something almost heroic and inspiring in me and overflowing with emotions, I couldn't risk them spilling over into nothing. Hence the words began to take shape, they blackened the paper and finally, my old refurbished PC had a reason to live. Ice Phoenix was born. :)
Wow. 2 posts in one day. What on earth has happened to me? I usually struggle to think of what I can write, if there was anything interesting I had to share and my general conclusion to such thoughts is nothing that would come out on this blog. Until now. Now I'm pissed. I'm really angry. I'm angry at Japan, I'm angry at myself, I'm just mad. Why?
Just in case you are wondering, the picture above is NOT the cover for Ice Phoenix. But it's similar to what I want and I love the unusual depiction of this particular dragon in space. It is called Lady of the Moon and was created by Silinde-Ar-Feiniel. It lacks the wings and fire that is so typical of all the dragons you read about, and the artist has done such a wonderful job of this one - to the point that its scales could be mistaken for fur! Me like very much! :) Hence I contacted this person right away and fate must have been shining on the both of us because we instantly took a liking to each other and more importantly, the theme was right up my artist's alley! After several emails back and forth, combined with growing excitement, the new cover for Ice Phoenix is finally underway! Oh my god, I can't tell you how excited I am! Even my artist could barely contain his enthusiasm and like any true, inspired dreamer, the ideas just came flowing. Yeeks, I can't wait, I can't wait, I can't wait!
I'm sad. I'm trying to do something about it but nothing seems to help except the occasional bit of humour which momentarily distracts me and then I'm back to being sad, or even worse, silently cursing the root of it all. You see, I know what's causing my angst and there's nothing I can really do about it. Well, that's a lie - I could, but it's bloody hard. There are two roots by the way. One is in my mind and the other is an actual person. The easiest way to solve this is to tell my mind I don't care anything about this person, but that would be a lie. But it's far easier than going up to this person, give a kick in the stomach, yell and scream and shout stupid names before receiving a cold (metaphorical) slap in the face. And I'd probably get that wrenching gut feeling and I wouldn't be sad anymore. I'd be MISERABLE! F*@KING MISERABLE. See where I'm going with this? No? Good for you - I hate you too. I'm not sure if Norman Reedus could help either. Naked pictures perhaps but they would only go as far as making the corners of my mouth turn up, but there wouldn't be any sun shining in my chest. But if you think you could put him in my bed, all fleshed out, then yeah, I can definitely say the sun would come up a bit!
So, rather than cry anymore over the subject and torture you readers who so unluckily stumbled across this post when all you were looking for was a good read, I found this touching post written about children and their ideas on what love is. I've decided to paste the content here but I will also post the link at the bottom. Children are just amazing, original little people and sometimes I wonder why it is that we have to grow up and lose all that wonderful positivity and iingenuity. Oh yes, we need to eat and pay bills. Anyway, enjoy what these little ones have to say about love. "What Does Love Mean?" See How 4-8 Year-Old Kids Describe Love By: Ladan Lashkari A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8 year-olds: "What does love mean?" The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined. See what you think... ____ "When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love." Rebecca - age 8 "When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth." Billy - age 4 "Love is what makes you smile when you're tired." Terri - age 4 "Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK." Danny - age 7 "Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss." Emily - age 8 "Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen." Bobby - age 7 (Wow!) "If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate." Nikka - age 6 (we need a few million more Nikka's on this planet) "Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday." Noelle - age 7 "Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well." Tommy - age 6 "During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore." Cindy - age 8 "Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken." Elaine - age 5 "Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford." Chris - age 7 "Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day." Mary Ann - age 4 "I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones." (Now THIS is love!) Lauren - age 4 "When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you." (what an image!) Karen - age 7 "Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn't think it's gross." Mark - age 6 "You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget." Jessica - age 8 And the final one... Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a contest he was asked to judge. The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child. The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman's yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there. When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said, "Nothing, I just helped him cry." http://www.dailygood.org/view.php?sid=158 |