Tuesday, May 16, 2017

A Housekeeping & News Update for May

Not too much to say. Just wanted to let you know that three more of my poems have been moved from here to the website.

I have also had three more of my essays promoted to LetterPile. Here are the links.

So, that is all I have for now. TTFN!

Wednesday, April 19, 2017

The LetterPile Hat Trick

So for the last couple of months, I've been going through my essays, re-reading them, tweaking them where necessary, and started posting them on Hubpages. (It will probably take a few more months to post all the existing ones.) Well, in the past few weeks, some of those essays have been deemed sparkly and magnificent enough to be featured on LetterPile. So, here they are...


If you're feeling up to checking them out, just click on the links. If you are a member of Hubpages, feel free to leave a comment. If you are not a member, you may comment here, as an open post for the essays.

On Commenting on Essays:

I do ask that you are respectful in doing so, whether you agree with me or not. I am very much a supporter of free speech. I like to hear both sides and love a true debate of ideas.

Having said that, comments that are just there solely for the purpose of trolling will be, in the wise words of Jim Wright, sent out the airlock. Yes, I do moderate. Why, two reasons.

  1. When I said respectful debate, I meant it. "You suck." and it's ilk are not helpful nor promoting a meaningful discussion by any means. All my essays have been researched with sources sited. I did the work, I expect you to do so as well.
  2. It's my blog. I know the argument is totally weak and right up there with "Because I said so," but it is also true.

Thursday, March 23, 2017

The Long Delayed Update That Was Promised

Yes, I confess that I have fallen behind in my own self appointed progress on this blog as well as my other sites on the web. Even my Facebook page, which I was keeping updated fairly well, has not gotten a lot of love since the holiday season. (The stories why will have to wait for another time.)

But I have been slowly getting back on track.

So, as I stated in my last entry, here are some updates on my presence in cyberspace.

I posted an article on the Allied Properties blog. You can read it here.

And I have taken some of the posts off my blog here and put them up elsewhere, as they are more appropriate in those venues. As they go live, I will be adding the links to them.
That is all for now. Stay tuned for more. TTFN!

Friday, June 03, 2016

So Might Aquarian...Where Have You Been?

There is a really good answer for that...getting my BA in English-Creative Writing from UCF. As much as I wanted to keep up with my blogging, it was just not time feasible. Between working full time and attending classes full time, I barely had time to devote to eating & sleeping. I learned to consolidate certain tasks, like doing my reading assignments while I ate my meals. Two birds, one stone. Hell, when the study came out last year that stated people only needed 7 hours of sleep as opposed to 8, I was ecstatic because I gained 7 hours a week to devote to homework.  It was crazy time, but it was worth it for the degree, the experience and all the academic honors that come with a 3.5 (3.8 UCF) GPA.

So, there will be some much needed housekeeping on the ol' blogfront. The first you can see, the new site design. It was time for an update, and this is so me. I will be spreading my writing across my website (http://themightyaquarian.webs.com/), my Hubpages (http://hubpages.com/@kwillms211) and here. As some of the pieces are duplicated across the sites, I will deciding on where they best fit and that will be their home. This means that some of the posts here may disappear (two already have). But do not fear, as I will be letting everyone know where they are in a post when the deed is done.

I am also currently writing for a real estate blog. So, if you really want to check that out (I understand if you don't because your think it's not your thing. We cool.) you can check it out at www.allied.properties.

So, that's all I have. TTFN!

Sunday, March 03, 2013

The Grandfather Clock

 This was a writing exercise we did in my Creative Writing 2 course. We were to write in the style of Chekhov.   Hope you enjoy.           
                 Anya sat across from the grandfather clock. The room was silent, save for the sure steady rhythmic clicks of the second hand.  She stared at its face, unblinking and entranced.
                Her parents, Feodor and Nonna recently died in a worker’s protest in Red Square.  This was a bit ironic, as they were well off and never had to perform hard labor a day in their lives.  She had always admired, and even tried to emulate their independent spirit.  They bred in her a powerful sense of wrong and right, to stand up and defend your beliefs.  What she could not accept or imitate was their willingness to take it to the point of martyrdom.
                Earlier today, the will was read, and as expected she inherited all they had. In their living room, now her living room, she sat in a staring contest she could not, nor did not intend to win.  It was not the point. She wondered what would become of her, a young woman of 20, now parentless.
                She received the news of their demise while she was at university in St. Petersburg.  She had heard news of the protest over the radio and the ramblings of her fellow scholars.  There was no doubt in her mind that they were in attendance.  Her Aunt Bepa, who she was staying with while there, was the one who gave her the unhappy report. 
                She knew from the moment she arrived at the house that something was not right.  Bepa was normally busy in the kitchen or singing some old tune around the house.  Today, she was sitting quite in the parlor.  She did not greet Anya, which was typical.  Instead, she motioned her to the sofa beside her and delivered the news in a voice that was both admiring and devastated.
                That was two weeks ago.  Since that day she had traveled back with Aunt Bepa accompanying her to make the funeral arrangements.  Three days ago it was held.  Anya was surprised at the massive turnout of the people who’d come out to honor her parents’ sacrifice.  They only knew them as revolutionaries, as symbols and not as the people they were she thought bitterly.
                Now she sat in her home, amongst her possessions.  The future is always an uncertain place.  You can plan it, direct it, guide it; but those who think they have total control over how it will turn out are delusional.  Yet, she now faced an even more uncertain future than before.
Would she return to school?  Though she did not share her parents’ way of bringing change, she still knew change was necessary.  Education was her way to bring it, to change the system from the inside.  Could she still do it?  Was her heart still in it?
For now, she faced the constant, steady tick, tick, tick of the grandfather clock that stood stoically before her.