Photos by Satis: Photos of Darkness

This week’s gallery of photos is now available to see over on Photos by Satis. It is a collection of images in which darkness dominates.

Enjoy!

Roaring Fire

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Final Edits Are Done…Redemption of Erâth Is Go!

Apologies – I’ve been busy. I’ve gone through the entire book, chopped 6,000 words (painfully), tidied and grammar/spell checked, smartened straight quotes and converted triple-periods into ellipses, and I think…I think…we’re almost ready!

So The Redemption of Erâth: Consolation now stands at 25 chapters, 104,560 words (±500), 31 major characters and a whole lot of sweat, blood and tears. It’s scary – this is my baby, my precious, and like all first-time authors (I’m sure), it’s both exhilarating and terrifying to contemplate sending it out into the wide world and waiting for the inevitable acceptance – or rejection.

If all goes well, I’ll be able to sell enough copies to cover the publishing costs; any extra will be bonus! If I can show there’s demand for it, I might even be able to approach a traditional publishing agent and see if I can convince them to run with it. Wouldn’t it be awesome to see The Redemption of Erâth: Consolation on some sci-fi and fantasy bestsellers list?

Wow, this is getting to my head. As if that’ll ever happen.

Anyway, I apologize for being away for so long, and I apologize for the completely incoherent ramble here – I just thought I’d let you all know where things stand. Hopefully this also means I’ll be able to return my attention to book 2 (Exile), and we’ll be seeing what events are to befall Brandyé as he ventures into the northern lands of Thaeìn and Erâth. I can tell you this: it’s going to be exciting, and dark.

I’m so excited!

Poems: Creating Nothing

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Creating Nothing

December 31, 2004

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So long has been the night

Since my descent began

I am losing the memories

Whose few, I treasure

~

Eternal hours spent

In replacing creation with reverie

So many times failed

Things I could grasp

Are now beyond belief

~

My mind is dying

And what I bring upon myself

Prepares my funeral

~

Weakness now, in writing

Proof for my scorn

What I am to be

Becomes a shell of what I was to have

Consciousness fades

And with wide plains behind me

I continue down this canyon

To the bottom of despair

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