Projects: Update

Just an updated writing list that I have. I have this list everywhere, but I came to the realization that writing a list and seeing it crossed out feels great, especially when you are like me and have a ton of projects lined up!

-Frozen Skyrim

-Frozen Skyrim Spinoff: Don't Let Me Go

-Cyrodiil Chronicles: A Knife in the Dark

-OC: Beach Time

-The Rival

-Age of Archangel

-Lovers' War

-Request: Restrain Her

-Amalgam Spider-Woman vs Supergirl

-Amalgam: Spider-Gwen vs Harley Quinn

-Spider-Woman: Edge of the Spider-Verse(Prologue)
-Spider-Woman and Empowered

-Spider-Woman: What Isn't
-Spider-Women: Edge of the Spider-Verse(prologue)
-What if: Maximum Carnage

-Spider-Woman: AvsX

-Spider-Man: Spider-Verse "Secrets"(prologue)

   ->Which will lead into Spider-Gwen: That Ones That We Keep

-Big Hero SIx: The Immortal(maybe, maybe not)*

-Request: Street Fighter Interrogation II

-Request: Black Cat: Tamed
-Skyrim Chronicles: Ma'Roken
-Skyrim Chronicles: Anjiri
-Skyrim Chronicles: Calm Before the Storm
-Skyrim Chronicles: Avarice
-Skyrim Chronicles: Dragon Kin
-Cyrodiil Chronicles: Champion of Kvatch

Here's to hoping I actually get one of the main ones finished off this year. I'm pretty sure I won't be able to do that with Frozen Skyrim or anything, but you know! The 'smaller' projects I'm hoping to get one done this year. Here's to hoping! 

But Honestly...

I'm going to keep the pen broken.

I've got better things to do that doesn't seem to have any sort of disdains or impediment. It was after all just that, a flavor of the week sort of innuendo.

Fuck it.

Moving on.

Standing So Close...

...Just a moment as I astutely read some of the writings on the confines of my own walls...

It was just a moment.

Perhaps the ink will spill for a while in the shade of ambivalence or perhaps in a way that would profoundly jest.

Was  I stern or was I merely just a fallacy?

I don't know. All I know is that the way I weave the words  I speak in the fiction I live is juggled by the mirror rhythm that reciprocates on the other side.

The Things We Write...

I won't lie and say that sometimes certain words, certain need to step down, and certain 'hibernation' from the art instills fear in me. An acrid feeling that perhaps that was it? The times of the adept are far behind us? That perhaps in the distance that maybe the road with this 'Pen' is ONLY mine to dance with. That this art is only for me to carry on; indulge on what others teach me, but in the end of it all it isn't a role I play but a fiction that I exfoliate...

Perhaps there are many ways the mind can tease me to think... perhaps it is asinine of me to think that the end is so there and that a premature and an unfinished is what will be the result of this.

Or maybe because I have lived my life in pendulums...

It can only be you, you know. Everyone else...

Wishing for the Best.