And let the beauty of the Lord our God be upon us,
And establish the work of our hands for us;
Yes, establish the work of our hands. -Psalm 90:17
And I have filled him with the spirit of God, in wisdom,
To devise cunning works, …
… and in the hearts of all that are wise hearted I have put wisdom,
The heavens declare the glory of God;
By the word of the Lord were the heavens made;
Lord, You have been our dwelling place in all generations.
Before the mountains were brought forth,
Or ever You had formed the earth and the world,
Even from everlasting to everlasting, You are God. - Psalm 90:1-2
Thou, even thou, art Lord alone;
For, lo, he that formeth the mountains,
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Gathering and uniting the Forces of STEAM with the Warriors of Spe C'f Iic.
Bringing understanding. Lighting the darkness. Defending mankind from ancient evil.
Fearfulness and trembling are come upon me,
and horror hath overwhelmed me.
I will call upon God;
and the Lord shall save me.
Evening, and morning, and at noon,
will I pray, and cry aloud:
and he shall hear my voice.
Sometimes, way too often, I fail God, but He picks me up, cleans me off, and helps me to continue on the journey of living life and writing for Him.
My childhood home was Alaska, where I had a fair share of adventures, and misadventures, including surviving the largest recorded earthquake to hit the North American continent.
I attended college in Oregon, and currently reside in the Seattle area. Many of my Works in Progress take place in the beautiful Pacific Northwest.
In 2nd grade I became an avid reader, and in 7th grade I began the struggle with myself, and God, of whether or not I wanted to accept the title "Writer."
Since JAN 2016 I've been taking Prozac and I use this blog as a way for me to get myself to work on self-assigned writing projects,
a way to encourage myself to get on with the adventure of being a Spec Fic writer.
09 February 2010
The voices in the living room awakened me from an already fitful sleep. I’d gone to bed early – had an accounting test the next morning for which I wanted to be well rested. I’d left my summer term college roommate, and his female visitor chatting in the living room, and wished they’d argue a little bit quieter, and felt like going out and yelling at them, but that would only wake me up even more, so I tried to ignore them.
Rolling back over and trying to ignore the voices, I hoped to get back to sleep. Recognizing that the voices were NOT those of my roommate and the girl that had been visiting him, and becoming more alert, any hope of drifting back to slumber land eluded me. Listening rather intently at this point to determine if it was our next-door neighbor, also a college student staying in the same apartment complex for the summer term I determined it wasn’t him either. Growing concerned I tried to place the voices in the room on the other side of my bedroom wall, and pondered what to do.