Sample Excerpt: Ch. 2 of One For All, And All For One

I thought to offer you all a little tidbit/teaser of the second chapter of One For All, And All For One titled ‘A Plan In Action’.

Enjoy! Continue reading

Am I Dreaming?

peekaboo I feel like I’ve been caught in some sort of whirlwind these last few days. It’s as if I’ve awakened from a long, slumbering dream to find myself exactly where I’ve always wanted to be. So much has changed. It really has but in all honesty, I whole-heartedly welcome this change.

I’ve been working on getting Closure in a print edition. It’s going good, thus far, aside from a couple issues with the cover. The printing press hasn’t placed the summary on the back cover initially. I remedied that, though, and am now waiting for the second book proof to arrive. Which, if all goes well, should be sometime Monday or late Tuesday.

In addition to that, I’ve been working on another short story called Stuck, which centers on a post-Apocalyptic theme. It’s undergoing another edit, but if all goes well, it should be ready for posting soon. Continue reading

No One Else Compares

Wrote this randomly via my Twitter.

No One Else Compares


You’re on my mind,
when you shouldn’t be.
Ours is a friendship forged,
through the passing of years.
Strengthened by the time we spend,
laughing and cajoling.
Your tender voice comforts me.
The memories keep me safe,
within the darkest of nights.
For no one else compares to you.

© June 20, 2011 L.E.M.

So Not Down With The Sickness!

My hands flutter across the keys – a myriad of thoughts are tumbling about inside of my head. I keep trying to formulate them . . . to make sense of what my mind is trying to tell me. But when lucidity seems to hit, every thought seems to shatter and fall back into obscurity.

I’m not sure why this is. Perhaps, it’s just because I’m sick and my mind seems to working faster than my hands can keep up. Has this ever happened to you?

Mind you, I’ve been writing off and on today. Bits and pieces of things that I’ve been working  and the occasional poetry that seems to spit out of me at a moment’s notice. Yet I still feel distracted. Like I’m not all here, even though I am. Continue reading

The Joys Of Being Up Late

cup noodles umbrella Ahhh . . .  the joys of being up late. I woke up about two hours ago and can’t seem to get back to sleep. The rain isn’t helping much, either. But alas, I’ve been here writing, off and on, and creating a couple images in the process.

Not sure what woke me, but I do remember the eerie images of a war and children hiding rolling around in my head. I think it was some sort of nightmare, but I wasn’t scared. I can actually recall the dream, too. Which is unusual because most times I forget what I’ve been dreaming. Continue reading