Hello all! I am an aspiring vocalist, filmmaker + writer. I hope you gain something personal + inspiring from my work here. You are also welcome to subscribe to my YouTube Channel: Ad-Libbing With The Zman.
An Ode To My Upcoming Film Project
I honestly am crafting (née writing) this in the four-hour period between now and when I have to work my second job, and with the realization that scissors must be included as a critical component of these entries. (Well, that could have used a little more tact, couldn't it?)
Prisms in the Dark are We
Prisms in the dark are we— Diamonds in the dust, Of nebulae, and galaxies, And meteoric thrust; * * The form we take is but a means,
Music ~ My Life
This begins as a submission for the Teen Angst Playlist challenge, but knowing there are literally hundreds of potential applicants, I have decided to grow this writing by my own intentions and let the dichotomy lie.
Fodder For Fantasy
This title came to me as I was in the grocery store, following my NetworkSpinal Analysis appointment. I liked the way it sounded, and registered it as a potential story topic (I think). However, I looked up the definition for "fodder", and it basically comes down to this: material that is disposable as a means to an end for a larger system (beast, if you will).
A New Excerpt From "My Nightmares" Collection
"We deal in ghosts." I came to this understanding as I took in every possible angle of the old house one last time, burdened by that sense of finality as hours were now the only connective tissue that bound us. The time had come to grasp at all it had offered to me before it fell away from my hands, apparently forever.
An Excerpt From The Island
It is a warm summer's day down on the Beach, and Geoff Williams basks luxuriantly in the Sun, the sand below him cool with yearning. It is his first day off in ages, and he fits in like a glove. Station management has given its employees the officially unofficial assignment of promoting its newest technology upgrades while gauging the activities of beachgoers in preparation of entertainment ones. Of course, there is no real fruit needing bearing here. The day is like any other on the Island, at least in the on-season, and it is really more of an excuse to clear the building than anything else. The station has recently gotten more funding in an effort to further sheen the Island's resortesque image, and although some of the funds are being allotted to interior remodeling, the equipment is the real critical investment. Despite skyward aspirations, the station didn't collect as many visitors as it used to after all. They were a dying breed in this day and age, and it was fortunate enough for him that he managed to get a position there in the first place.
A Call -> Action
This is less a story and more an update on my own personal story. I am finally at a crossroads once again. At least, I now have the opportunity to create one through deliberation and action and choose my next direction more intelligently and considerately.
Tales On The Fly
The creeping greenery slowly--methodically--closes in on the lonely stone. For years they have held their positions, neither showing their cards or looming intentions. With all the chaos of the surrounding wood providing endless opportunities for advancement in distraction, none have shown the slightest hint of making good on it. They have only held to their own steadfast movements and machinations, giving no hint of their desires to the wide-eyed sychophants that surround them.