Sunday, June 1, 2014

For some reason, unknown to me, my Artwork page is not showing up on the side like it used to. After several attempts and failures at getting it back up, I've come to the conclusion that my blog is broken. I may have to switch to Word Press or to another hosting site and start a new one just for my artwork...I don't know.

Anyway, in the meantime if anyone is interested in seeing my artwork you can find the page here...  http://night7flyer.blogspot.com/p/artwork.html


Got it back on the side bar! It's a miracle! No new art up anyway right now, but working on several new pieces.

Friday, January 24, 2014

Hello bloggers, friends, and people who are evidently bored. :D It's been some time since I've wrote anything on here, so long that I can barely type over the mounds of dust piled up from months of neglect. I have, however, uploaded a few new pics onto my art page, so hopefully you'll check 'em out. *hint* *hint* go check them out! :D

As to why my blog has been in a coma...well, I can't really say...which is really to say that I haven't had much to say nor the time to say it even if I did...um...have something to say.

Bad news: my writing has pretty much come to a halt for now.

Good news: my artwork is still going strong and I have several new pieces that I'm working on.

A huge shout out to those faithful ones who keep checking my blog in hopes of finding a new post on it one day and to any new people who might stumble across it by accident and take a second or two to glance at it. You are all awesome.

If the writing bug returns and my long lost muse makes a reappearance, I shall let you know, but until then I hope that you will enjoy my artwork as I continue to post new work up or you can poke it with a stick and laugh at it. *shrug* As long as I can provide a little entertainment, I'm good with that. :)

Keep on keeping on, peeps. May the road get easier and your load grow lighter as your troubles fall to the wayside.  And remember-- in a sea of darkness YOU are the light. Which may not be a good thing depending on the situation...you could get swarmed by moths, or drowned from ships thinking that you're a lighthouse, or people may want to use you to go into dark, creepy places, or to at least lower their electric bills. But I think I'm getting a little off track...cheers!

Tuesday, April 30, 2013

This is something that I've been working on, you'll notice that the name sounds familiar. :) Here's the first chapter of latest WIP:

 

Flying With Broken Wings


Deep within the bowels of her cave, the red dragon lies in a heap among treasures which hold no meaning. What once was shiny has now dulled with age and had become either rusted or buried under a foot of dirt; souvenirs no longer held the strings to her memories or to her heart as they once had. Clenching her jaw from the pain, she raises her head and listens in the dark for any sound other than her own heartbeat, but the night is deathly quiet inside the cave.

 Slowly, she shakes her head as if trying to clear it from the fear, pain, and loneliness which have shrouded her like a veil for so many years, and then the chains around her neck and ankles tighten and clank together as she struggles to rise from the floor. Nothing has changed and it would be easier to just remain on the floor and become one with the soil like the treasures had, but she knows that one day the wind will blow in her favor and she must survive until then.

Upon weak and trembling legs, she stumbles and then reels from the waves of pain and nausea that continuously try to keep her down. She waits momentarily for the cave to stop spinning and then presses onward; the thought of the sweet, cool night air gives her the strength to carry on. Counting the steps as she goes, she knows exactly how many it'll take to get her to the entrance, she's been counting them every night for fifty -six years. Seventy steps, give or take, depending on her condition each night. When she was little she could bound from the lowest part of the cave, up through the upper levels, and be out the entrance in a matter of minutes, but now it seemed to her as if it took half the night. The heavy chains encased in magic weighed her down considerably, but it was the lack of food and water, and the wounds that weakened her the most.

Thirty-seven, thirty-six, thirty-five, thirty-four.....each step more painful than the one before.  Her sides heave for breath as she wills her legs forward, but she only stops once to snatch up a rat hiding within the skull of a goat. Twenty-six, twenty-five, twenty-four...now she was winding her way upward where the cave narrowed and her wings rubbed against the walls. Her legs protested with every step, but she knew that it would soon widen and once again the floor would level out. Eighteen, seventeen, sixteen...the sound of crickets signaled that the entrance was near and she could hear an owl screeching from somewhere outside the cave's walls. Not close enough yet to hear the small rill that ran down the side of the mountain into the Cahnor river, but soon now. And she pushed herself even harder. Ten, nine, eight...and there it was, she could hear it now. Four, three, two, one...with the last of her energy she burst out into the night until she felt the chains tauten--biting painfully into her neck. She collapses into the thick brush just a few feet beyond the entrance.

Her massive body appeared almost lifeless, only her chest and ribs shifted as the air moved in and out of her lungs for what must've been over an hour. Only when her limbs started to become stiff and her breathing was under control, did she stir once more. Painfully, she made her way to the rill; closing her eyes she shoved her jaws in the water's path and savored the taste and feel of it flowing over her tongue and down her throat. Her stomach grumbled at the fact that it was merely water, but her body soaked it up. She was seldom given water during the day.

Cocking her head to the side, she listens as something stirs beyond the bushes to the right of her. Slowly, she lowers her head and body, trying to make as little noise as possible--not an easy feat with the chains draping from her. Now crouching, and as still as the mountain itself, she waits.

The first scent to reach her made her recoil out of fear and hate, but then her muscles relaxed as the familiar smell of Ahshema reached her nostrils. But as the child got nearer another scent far overpowered the stench of human, and the dragon's stomach growled in response.

"Shoklam?" the girl called out. "Shoklam? Are you out? It's me, Ahshema!"

The dragon stood, letting her chains rattle loudly so that the girl could find her. As Ahshema moved towards her, it took all the will power she had not to rip the bag from the child's arms and thus frightening her or even injuring her--ironic that her captors were so fragile, and yet...so powerful.

"I brought you something," she said, laying the sack on the ground.

It was torturous watching the child fiddle with the knotted rope that held the bag closed. She thought she might eat the child if it took much longer. A deep growl rose up from her throat as she watched impatiently.

"Um...right. I'm sure you can manage that yourself," the girl said, taking a step back from the sack.

In one swift movement, the dragon's head swept down, her jaws scooped up the bag as her teeth clamped into it. With a quick shake, the contents spilled out upon the ground--the hindquarters of a pig and a hare. She dropped the torn sack and devoured the meat whole working it down her throat and then she tore the parts of the sack that had blood on them free and ate those as well. She looked back at the wide-eyed child.

"I'm s-sorry...th-that's all I have," the girl stuttered, backing up even further. "Are you still so terribly hungry, Shoklam?"

The dragon shook her head, but her stomach rumbled giving away her lie. Slowly, she turned from the girl and returned to the rill. She could hear the child quietly coming up behind her, but she paid her no heed.

"I have some Konocto root salve for your wounds, will you let me put it on?" she asked timidly. "That ogre got in an awful blow, the wound looks deep."

The dragon remained still as she deeply drank in the water. Sometimes she wished that she could talk to the child, she understood her, but the child did not have the gift to understand the dragon tongue.

"Shoklam, if it stings...it might sting...please don't eat me."

If the girl were able to understand, the red dragon would've told her that her name was Karashma Der Sojuin, born of Korack Der Sojuin and Shanabi Den Soujin, from the Eastern Realms of the Qwenndere Mountains, but for now--she supposed Shoklam would have to do.


A sketch of Ahshema a few years down the road...



Saturday, April 13, 2013

Geez, I haven't been on here in forever, and yet you devoted, wonderful people are still viewing my blog. Thanks peeps, lurkers, and people from around the globe. <3

Well, not much is happening via writing. I have a project that I've been hired to do, so that and other artwork and of course my day job, has kept me busy. Sorry I haven't visited any blogs, one night I'll hit all of them. Promise.

I really need to get back to writing, but formatting seems to be a problem for me- so submitting work is difficult when you know it's not right. *Sigh* It's definitely not from the lack of help from friends, I'm just kind of dense when it comes to all the computer stuff and tutorials make it even more confusing. But when I have time and actually set my mind to doing it, I'm sure I'll be able to figure it out.

I have several short stories that I need to get formatted and out there so I can sit on nails waiting for the "R"s to roll in. :D I don't know if they're any good or not, but I've received some nice personal R's on a few, so that's encouraging.

Right now, though, art seems easier, so I've been going in that direction for a while, but I miss writing and other than my novel, I know there's a dragon story I need to put down on paper.

The world keeps moving, but I'm standing still. Reminds me of a song. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ApInErMBGbA&list=PLFBDDCDB0325FE711

but I'm a little drunk tonight, so there's that...





Monday, February 11, 2013

To all of my devoted readers and fans:

lmao!! Okay, that was funny. :D I don't even think my kids read my blog...

Anyway, an update on all of my progress since I was last on:






















hmm...okay, I'll be back next month....and now we know why I have no readers. lol!

Good news, though. The Walking Dead has finally returned!!!!!! w00t! Now if Game of Thrones would hurry and get back on...

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

hmm...well I haven't been on for a while, so Happy New Year to everyone. :)

While last year was pretty bad, it turns out that this year is worse and I'm only 16 days in. Anyway I've been struggling to keep the house from foreclosure and the bills kept on. I don't mind starving, but when they threaten to take away the internet, the electricity, and my home--I start to panic.

It's a shame that a person can work 42 hours a week and still not be able to live. Ever seen Breaking Bad? I'm about to take that route. Just kidding, I don't know how to make meth and seeing that I'm not much of a "people person" I don't think peddaling dope out on the streets will work for me, like say...being in retail does. :D

It's been cold here, very cold. I've had to type with fingerless gloves, a scarf, hood, and sweater.  Today seems a bit warmer, though, too bad it won't last through the night.

For anyone who cares, I have been able to work on my novel (One of Us) some. Hell, just waiting for a human to come on the telephone at the bill offices, I managed to rewrite a whole chapter. The rewrites and editing is going better than I would have imagined.

Also, I'm working on a wildlife painting set in Africa. And another painting that I'll not say what it is, just in case it ends up looking like crap and I paint over it and forget that I ever had such an idea. lol! *ducks and hides from the real artists out there*

I'm still working on Swachski's roots and if I'm not careful, I'll probably overwork it. I tend to do that. :/

That's about it for now. A BIG THANKS to all of you that follow or read or follow and read :D this blog. Happy painting and writing to all of you. If I still have the webz, I'll be back. If not, I'll still be back, just not sure in which year. :D 

Tuesday, December 25, 2012

MERRY CHRISTMAS!





First I'd like to wish all my followers and anyone reading this a safe and very Merry Christmas. Thank you all for following/visiting my blog.

And then I'd like to say thank you to all the people in the military and their families.
I'm sorry if you're miles away from your loved ones and on duty somewhere. :(  God bless you for all you do and for keeping our country safe and for all the sacrifices you make in doing so. <3 Wishing you all a Merry Christmas.



And a special prayer for those who lost loved ones this year. May peace and comfort find you and hold you tight. And may broken hearts be filled with good memories. I pray that God will give you the courage and strength to carry on until the day comes when you can hold them again and walk with them in Heaven. There's no greater sorrow than the loss of a child. God bless.

 It's been a difficult year for many people, may the New Year be better for all. God bless and keep safe.

Eggnog and rum for all.