Retrospective

       I used to wonder about when I became a geek. I've always loved reading, both fantasy and sci-fi, as far back as I can remember; longer according to the various accounts. I never quite follow the status quo, never have. My definition of normal was frequently different from any around me. But when did such behavior, and thought patterns begin to diverge?

       Perhaps it was during the times I would watch old reruns of Star Trek: TOS with my Dad. Was it at that stage in my formative years of the early 80's? Seated on our couch, asking my Dad questions about Spock's ears, did those times kindle the love for outer space that burns to this day? Watching sleek spaceships speed across the galaxy, and unworldly creatures parading across the screen, did my 5 yr old mind decide this world was not only plausible, but desirable?

       Or perchance, whilst learning to read with my Mom, did my mind cling to far of realms? Did witches, fairies, unicorns, and dragons dance though my daydreams? My mother was learning to read English, so from the time I was 4 we spent days at the local Library. I've been told, by the Librarian, that I read every single children's book on shelf. Though at the time, the place that nurtured my hunger for stories, was only two small rooms on the side of the Firehouse. Four short shelves were devoted to elementary aged children. Understandably, I began to devour books for older children, and my reading skills flourished. At a garage sale I stumbled across Dragonsong by Anne McCaffrey. Little did I know that this trilogy about myth and magic, would take me again on a path to the stars.

       Yet, was it really during those early years that I began me development path into geekhood? Maybe it goes further back. As an infant, my parents took me to the downtown district of Fort Worth, just for a stroll. My Mom held me and posed on the corner of 3rd and Main, my Dad took a picture, just as my little head tilts away. Knowing the layout of the land, and which way my eyes were directed, it appears I was gazing up Main, presumably with this view. 

       At the end of a cobbled road, sits a sleek metallic structure. Tall, thin pillars support the vast saucer shaped object. Barely visible etchings line the creation's edge, dividing the upper silvery side from the beige underbelly. Placed at equidistant points, small orbs extending on a wire, waver up and down. At the very crest of the thing, a small platform rests, with windows encircling the lower surface. People come and go, through portals situated underneath, busy with dealings on behave of those from within.

       On one hand, it may be that exposure to such a unique situation, was the tipping point for my geeky mind. On the other hand, multiple events over a period of time may have slowly trained my mind to this path. On the gripping hand, it is probable that I'm looking for a word other than geek. I think and feel the way I do, because such is my personality.

Now upon a tine.

I've been meaning to do this for some time. Back in mid-spring I could tell I was approaching a fork in the road, so to speak. Normally I dawdle, hem and haw, and drag my feet when it comes to decisions. Except for this time. As I saw the fork approaching, and I made the decision before I got there. The result? Ever since then my priority has been doing what God would rather have me do. Thus I've been busy doing everything else first, with negligible time for my writing, and thats ok. Of the two main projects, and the two side projects, three were just for me, and one was for God.

You may be asking yourself, How could my God be so selfish as to demand that a writer put aside her craft and do anything else?

First off, because he gave up his only Son to die, specifically because of the things I've done, for the off-chance that I'd not only recognize his gift for me, but that I'd accept said gift.

Secondly, because he didn't ask me to put aside something I enjoy for something I hate. I put aside my writing, which I didn't do 8 hrs a day, to do other things I enjoy. My church has been through a rough patch during the past 4 years. One of the symptoms of the problem, we no longer had the funds nor ability to put together a VBS. This year we were once again able to do so. Mid spring a good friend of mine asked her if I'd help her out with the small area she was responsible. I'd helped in years past, was familiar with what was required, was able, and wiling. So I dug in, knowing I'd be handling the lion share, under her direction. Why was I handling most of the work, because my friend is getting married in Oct, secretary of our church, helping with translation work for some French Missionaries, helping her brother with his website, helping her other brother with more translation work, helping with the typesetting of the Samoan Bible, the Tagalog Bible, and consulting on a handful of other small projects. In other words, chika muy busy. Eventually, she handed the rings over to me, which I didn't mind one bit. Oh, also forgot to mention, she'll be teaching typesetting1 and 2, starting in September.

Thirdly, as I previously mentioned, I didn't spend all day, everyday writing to begin with. One of my side projects is in collaboration with another individual who is going through college. Understandably, he's got other things on his mind. Project # 3 was spurred by a series of short writing prompts that just fell into place as a story about alien invasion. I do absolutely no prep work on it. An image shows up, then characters, plot, locations, and dialogue seem to appear in my word doc. This venture comes in flashes, and is over and done in under an hour; frequently in a matter of minutes. My second writing passion is my part in the Niners Shared Universe, aka the Ninerverse. A few writers from the io9 observationdeck got together and put together this scifi epic, it has time travel, space travel, cyberspies, military security types, generation ships, teraforming, and space pirates. My part, The Adventures of the Scarlet Slash involve the life of a young woman who finds herself between a plethora of plots to take over the known, and unknown universe. When the antagonist uses the rules to tilt the balance of power in his direction, she breaks them with every trick in her bag. I have fun with this story, My protagonist is a character who's personal motto is "Cut me and I'll cut you back. I'll also do something else, but where's the fun in telling you what?" Her story flows like water from a spring. If I took the time to sit down and knock it out, I could probably get 3 or 4 more chapters in a day or two. However, her story is only part of a larger plot, and I don't want to steal others thunder by saving the day in her arc, before you know just who it is she is saving. So I set it aside, and will probably get back to it soon enough. The last project, the one that gets the majority of my time, effort, and thoughts, is City of Walls. This one is my pride and joy, yet while Scarlet flows quickly like water, this story has by very blood, sweat and tears. For all that I love this story, it treats me like a red-headed step-child. We come to blows, and I feel like I'm flailing against a wall. I stumble against writers block, and when I ask for help or feedback, I get responses for the Scarlet Slash. I know the Ninerverse tale is the most exciting, but the account of Tara Harris is one that I've been working on slowly for almost 15 years. Critical moments, characters, the ending, and beginning is what I started out with. Currently I have fleshed out the beginning, introduced all the characters, except for two, and hit one of the five major moments of the story. I try to make this one as hard on the science as I can. Interestingly, a few of the concepts that I figured were near future breakthroughs have been achieved, or are on the edge of accomplishment.

Now I find myself in a bit of a conundrum. There is no fork in the road, nor a spoon, yet all the other tasks that have been taking my time seem to be complete. VBS is done. I'm not needed to help with many of the ministries at church any more. My yard is now presentable, since my garden is complete. I have time again.

So, should I then prepare myself to do battle with my worthy opponent? I consider this essay, which sits just above 1000 words, a warm up.

Yes Virginia, there will be stories.

City of Walls:Ch 15

         

 *Just an FYI-unusual opinions at play here. More note after story in order to avoid spoilers. also no footnotes today, maybe I'll add them later.

          Upon finding my old bot, parts, and tools, Sonj and I got to work. After 30 min. of silence she spoke up.

          "So..."

          "What?" I put my soldering iron back on the holder.

          "You never did say," She continued typing code on her holopad, "are you a Christian, like those people who left the city?"

          "Well," I could feel my brow wrinkle, "kinda, I guess."

          ""What do you mean, I guess? How can you not know if you've joined a cult or not"? Sonj minimized her work, and turned to face me.

          "First off, I didn't join anything. Second, they were not a cult. We talked about things." I turned and leaned my hip against the workbench. "Do I believe in God, yes. But I still have questions. I don't even know why there are so many different churches."

          "Does it matter?" Sonj stopped typing and looked over her shoulder at me.

          "I dunno, maybe." I haven't been to mass since I moved to Russia. "Look, as far as Christianity goes, I'm just looking for answers. I doubt anyone is going to be hunting me down."

          "Is that what happened to the others?" Now she turned her whole body, her eyes stern, one hand on the work bench.

          "I honestly have no idea. I know one family went to jail; that could be why others felt the need to leave town."

          "Alright so, you believe there is a god." Her shoulders lowered slightly. "What's that got to do with your life?"

          "God isn't some distant thing that remotely interacts with you. It's incredibly personal. I don't just believe in God, I believe Jesus Christ was his Son, and that not only did he die for me, but he came back from the dead for me." Sonj began to say something, but I held my hand up. "I know it sounds crazy, and I'm not even asking you to understand. Right now I'm not asking anything of you."

          "You asked me to watch my mouth."

          "I have never liked foul language. You know, even though we've been friends for a while, this is the most time we've spent together outside of work." I picked up the soldering iron and continued with the seam I had been working on. Sonj resumed typing out the code that would give the bot flexible search parameters to find either the modrpunks or Seraph.

          "Huh, we don't know all that much about each other do we?" She asked.

          We began exchanging stories from our youth. The next two hours were filled with tales of exploding rockets, hacking government sites, snow in Moscow, snow in Chicago, family, friends, parties, and dating.

          Sonj had finished tweaking the code long ago, and sat on a chair still wrapped in plastic cling. "Oh man, you're serious aren't you?"

          "Yup." I finished bolting the plate that covered the bot's internal wiring.

          "But," She burst into laughter for a few more seconds, "how could you think he had an actual rocket for you to see? I mean that line..." By now tears were attending her fit of glee.

          "I was in the university's rocket club, and I'd seen him on campus at one of the meetings. It made sense to me that he also had an interest in achieving planetary orbit through explosive means."Sonj let out a belly laugh at my phrasing. "It turned out that he usually got one date with that line. Apparently the other girls in The Rocketeers were somewhat desperate." I initiated the diagnostic program on the bot, then sat on the other chair Sonj had scrounged up after compiling her work.

          "Oh my..." She wiped her eyes clear. "But you weren't desperate enough to join him for an out of this world experience? Hehe" She sighed, breath slowing in an attempt at composure.

          "I never had much interest in dating guys."

          "Well that kinda limits who you can date."

          "Yeah, it does. After that failed experiment I should just say I'm not interested in dating period."

          "You exp..." Sonj's eyebrows popped up. "Oh you mean you really experimented? But I thought."

          "It was two years ago, and my experience with Anya was no different than with any other guy." I stood up and reached into a box behind my chair. I pulled a small wooden box, much like the one in my hidey hole, and sat back down. Once the lid was removed, two rows of precious gems and crystals could be seen. I picked up a diamond and attached it to the bracelet on my left wrist, then set the box on the floor.

          "All through high school I dated a few guys here, or there." A snap of my fingers opened my holopad to the image directory. I scrolled though pictures of myself standing next to various boys in a variety of settings. "I usually had a good time with most of these guys, but whenever the date came to an end, well. I mean, if I was having a good time hanging out and doing stuff; then shouldn't I have enjoyed doing stuff with at least one of those guys."

          "Sometimes there's just no chemistry. One or two dates is hard to tell. Most people don't put out on the first date." Sonj tapped my holopad. "I don't see one face repeated very often. Looks like a lot of one timers."

          "When I was younger I didn't date seriously." I flicked my fingers across the hovering images, flying past the represented years. I stopped at a picture of a young man in a t-shirt and jeans, seated on a bench next to me, also casually attired. "This is Dmitry, possibly the closest thing to my first love."

          "Still have no idea how this leads to a Anya." Sonj interrupted.

          "I'm getting there!" I said as I smacked her shoulder. "As I was saying before being rudely interrupted. I've known him since I moved to Russia; he was the Gulf's nephew. We were friends right from the start, and we were as thick as thieves. One day, after complaining about another bad date, he asked me if the problem was the guys I was choosing. I asked what he meant, and he said that none of those guys were people I spent time with to just have fun. Then he kissed me."

          "Aww, I bet you were as giddy as a little school girl."

          "Nope, I was just confused. He was embarrassed. But we started dating. Dmitry is very special to me, but anytime things got physical, I just felt awkward and frustrated. After a year, we broke things off. He thought I didn't feel anything more than friendship for him. But I cared very strongly for him, and his touch didn't repulse me. I just wasn't aroused by him. After that I didn't date again through the rest of school, or the first few months at Moscow either."

          "Which leads us to Nikolay and his marvelous member." Sonj quirked her eyebrow.

          "Thankfully, he wasn't a jerk, just very...odd." I flicked more pictures by, these featuring a girl with raven tresses. "He took me home, and apologized for the mix-up. But after that night, I began to think. He thought his intentions were obvious, even you said the line was blatant." I selected a pic of us, sitting at a picnic table, along with a few other girls.

          "Anya looks like a pretty little thing." Sonj said as she gazed at the short haired, green eyed, dimpled creature. "If nothing else, all these pics prove you have good taste."

          "I guess, but it feels like everyone of them chose me, not the other way around. I went to a few of the GL meet-ups, mainly to ask questions. Anya was the first person I met. My question sessions led to dinner, then more." I paused, groping for words, unsure how to approach my last relationship.

          "Did you love her?" Sonj injected into the silence.

          "No. I liked her about as much as any of the other guys I dated when I was younger." I snapped my fingers twice, closing the photo gallery. "There was nothing special there. Not even the awkwardness I felt before. We didn't see each other for long. After two months she thought I was in denial. But I don't think that was the problem." I picked up the wooden case from the floor.

          "Are you sure, Tara? Are you gonna give up on dat..."

          "Give up on dating, yes." I cut off the rest of her sentence. "Wanna hear an old joke I heard in my Chem lab?"

          "No I don't want."

          "What is an acceptable demonstration of insanity?" I interrupted Sonj again. "Its performing the same experiment repeatedly, and expecting a different outcome. All I did was change one variable, nothing else, and got the same results. I don't like, or enjoy doing those kinds of things, with anyone. Dmitry was the only break up that hurt me. But even him, if he were to come back to me now, I don't think I could even enjoy kissing him, let alone... Never mind." I detached the diamond from my wrist and returned it to its place, then stood up and left the case on the chair. "It doesn't matter because he has his own life in Moscow." I walked over to the work table, glancing at the small timestamp projected above the bot's access panel.

          "Sorry, I didn't think this bothered you so much." Sonj placed a hand on my left shoulder. I turned to face her. "I'll leave it alone, and promise to stop trying to get you to date." Her lips twisted into a sly half smile. "I'll just get you three cats, and tell you about my aunt Density."

          My eyebrows rose. "Density? You have got to making that up."

          "Her mother liked the name Destiny, but wanted something different." Her hand fell from my shoulder. "So how much longer do we need to wait for your little robot?"

          "Looks like we got less than five minutes. How about we start clearing up all this stuff." I said as I motioned to the chairs and worktable.

          "Alright." Sonj said as she began picking up tools and returning them to their proper package. I walked over to the chairs, picked up the wooden case and began to close it. Before the lid snapped shut, the light of the room gleamed off the jade stone I stored all my i-reads. All those romance stories, did they just fill my head with nonsense? Is it truly unrealistic to actually yearn for a caress of the cheek? Or a tender kiss? Am I not so odd for feeling the way that I did, back then? How can I ever know?

*Author's note.

My own personal opinions are not displayed here. I tried keeping the character from certain decisions, but Tara has a mind of her own. Personally, I believe homosexuality is a sin. Do I believe Gay people are vile, horrible monsters? No. There are just people, like you, or me; who is, by the way, a sinner as well. 

Feel free to and tell me how you feel about this; whether  or not I handled it well, as well as your opinions on my personal point of view.

Vacation

If any Niners are reading this, sorry for the delay in City of Walls, I'm going on vacation. Its really more of a fact finding mission, so its for science! Hence you can't be mad at me. I've let it be known in a few places that I may be moving to Chicago. Hubby and I are going up there for a week to scope it out.
If you're religious, pray that we do that which is God's will. This could affect the next decade of our lives. My gut reaction is, I don't wanna go!, but I do want to follow where ever God takes me. If you're not religious, I pray for you.
Signing out.


Not gone just yet, I've been going back and forth on my use of the word religious. It doesn't bring across the thought I want it to. Mainly because religious is so bland anymore, and because most people who only label themselves as religious are not how I want myself to be seen as.

What I would rather use is saved. Saved by the blood on Calvary, i.e. belief that Christ died, made a sacrifice of himself, in order to save me and you. And so as I was trying to say, If you're saved, pray that we'll find God's will for our lives, that the way will be made painfully clear for us. And if you're not saved, I am praying that someday you'll know the same man that I know, who loves you incredibly, and does not want you to spend an eternity in hell.
If you have any questions for me about being saved, please feel free to email me.
archnemesis_goldenhair at yahoo dot com.

Happy Fourth of July.

Hope for peace.

Hope for pride and honor.

Hope for yourself.

Hope for your neighbor.

Hope for change.

Photo and poem by Piper H in flickr. Better view here.
I love this Holiday. Sometimes (frequently acctually) it shocks me how little it means to other Americans. My husband for instance, his family grew up only occasionally celebrating. He is very patriotic, but his family just doesn't a high emphasis on this day. I on the other hand, grew up just about revering this day. My family put a lot of focus on this day, and as I grew up, on my own, each year my mind turns to those who served and died for our country. To they original ones who fought in the revolution, and I think of how enough thanks can not be given. Our country is completly FREE. I don't know if it has to do with how close I am to citenzenship coming into my family. On one side, it was just 1 generation ago (my ma). On the other side, it was 3 generations ago (my dad's grand mother- interesting story, I should tell it one day). With the way things are in Mexico, and with visa rules and such changing, if I where on the other side, I'm not sure I'd make it over. I'm very thankful and grateful to be an American.
God bless America!

I'm sick :P

I'm supposed to be at our church's VBS today, but I got stomach problems. This really stinks, I was having such a good time, the kids seemed really interested, and comprehensive(zat spelled right?) of what we where talking about. Hopefully God will plant his word deep in their heart, and it'll grow into a longing for him. I pray that what they hear today propels them into a desire to be saved.

Here's a child's point of view of the parking lot as they first approach the church. Pic #45

Thank You!

Thank you to all the veterans of D-Day. So many acts of heroism started on that one day. Yet that one day was merely the start of a huge invasion to rid wrest Europe from the grip of German Nazis.

P.S.
Summer officially started at 4:08 P.M. today!
Yay!

Yay!

Go Giants! Go Eli Manning!
I didn't get to see the game, I was sick in bed all day with a temp ranging from 101-104. And that was with meds. Hubby DVR'd it for me, but my DVR wont play it now! And what a game it was! But, I DID NOT SEE A SINGLE THING! Wish I could see it. Oh well.

The hand of my God

Today, as I walked out the garage, I saw a deep dense fog. At first the fog was eerie, even scary, I had been expecting it to be cold and damp out. Noises were muffled, quite. Visibility was at a bare minimum for driving safely. But it was warm, close, quite honestly, safe. It made me think of this song.
I Know Who Holds Tomorrow
words and music by Ira Stanphill

I don't know about tomorrow,
I just live from day to day.
I don't borrow from it's sunshine,
For it's skies may turn to gray.
I don't worry o'er the future,
For I know what Jesus said,
And today I'll walk beside Him,
For He knows what is ahead.
Refrain
Many things about tomorrow,
I don't seem to understand;
But I know Who holds tomorrow,
And I know Who holds my hand.

Ev'ry step is getting brighter,
As the golden stairs I climb;
Ev'ry burden's getting lighter;
Ev'ry cloud is silver lined.
There the sun is always shining,
There no tear will dim the eyes,
At the ending of the rainbow,
Where the mountains touch the sky.

Refrain
Many things about tomorrow,
I don't seem to understand;
But I know Who holds tomorrow,
And I know Who holds my hand.

I don't know about tomorrow,
It may bring me poverty;
But the One Who feeds the sparrow,
Is the One Who stands by me.
And the path that be my portion,
May be through the flame or flood,
But His presence goes before me,
And I'm covered with His blood.

Refrain
Many things about tomorrow,
I don't seem to understand;
But I know Who holds tomorrow,
And I know Who holds my hand.

Pic# 18

Good Quote

“Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.” - Oscar Wilde
So does that mean I'm just left overs?
Honestly, I like being myself. It truly is a good Idea to be yourself, being someone else can be trying, as well as an easy cop-out. Being yourself can bring such a flavor to life.
In the Holy Bible, Jesus said "Ye are the salt of the earth: but if the salt have lost his savour, wherewith shall it be salted? it is thenceforth good for nothing, but to cast out, and to be trodden under foot of men."
I know many Christians who are very interesting. I count it a priviledge('sat spelled roight?) to be a part of the family of God. It is also a priviledge to know my numerous odd, and outlandish traits accepted.Picture #17

Guess What?

I've been thinking about getting Flickr account for sometime now. So I go looking around to see just what the difference is between the free and Pro accounts, and discover that I have a free account already. How is that?, you ask. I have a Yahoo! email, ans since Yahoo! owns Flickr, I have access to Flickr. So this is what I've come up with, http://www.flickr.com/photos/archnemesis_goldenhair/ I hope you like it.

Ooooh, almost forgot, picture # 16.

You've gotta be kidding.

Priests brawl at Bethlehem birthplace of Jesus

BETHLEHEM, West Bank (AFP) - Seven people were injured on Thursday when Greek Orthodox and Armenian priests came to blows in a dispute over how to clean the Church of the Nativity in Bethlehem.

Following the Christmas celebrations, Greek Orthodox priests set up ladders to clean the walls and ceilings of their part of the church, which is built over the site where Jesus Christ is believed to have been born.

But the ladders encroached on space controlled by Armenian priests, according to photographers who said angry words ensued and blows quickly followed.

For a quarter of an hour bearded and robed priests laid into each other with fists, brooms and iron rods while the photographers who had come to take pictures of the annual cleaning ceremony recorded the whole event.

A dozen unarmed Palestinian policemen were sent to try to separate the priests, but two of them were also injured in the unholy melee.

"As usual the cleaning of the church after Christmas is a cause of problems," Bethlehem Mayor Victor Batarseh told AFP, adding that he has offered to help ease tensions.

"For the two years that I have been here everything went more or less calmly," he said. "It's all finished now."

The Church of the Nativity, like the Church of the Holy Sepulchre in Jerusalem's Old City, is shared by various branches of Christianity, each of which controls and jealously guards a part of the holy site.

The Church of the Nativity is built on the site where Christians believe Jesus was born in a stable more than 2,000 years ago after Mary and Joseph were turned away by an inn.

My thought-Since when has anyone heard of a man fighting over NOT having enough to clean?!? But seriously, its ashame that this happened, and for the morbidly curious here's a pic. http://www.flickr.com/photos/anandamurti/2141712171/

Funny Dog

My dog has a weird obsession for fingers. I have no idea where it came from or what triggers it. He doesn't bite, or even suck. He just wants someone's fingers to sit in his mouth upon occasion.
Pic #10

Unexpected Sight

Last Tuesday (any one noticing a pattern?) I had to go downtown to clear up some paperwork concerning our dog. There are some areas downtown that just scream, Photograph Me! Then there are, the Federal Buildings. Gov't Buildings. Dull, Drab, and Uninspiring. Well as I was walking towards one of these 'places'. I look up and see...

This stark, bright Yellow surrounded by grey and brown and a little green. Like a glimmer of sunshine on a cold and bleak winter day. And so we have Picture # 7.

Day 4

Yeah, I know that quite a few days have lapsed in between day '3' and '4'. I've been busy, but not even doing NaNoWriMo. I did get 377 words down, about 1 days work. And then the nitty-gritty of daily life came flooding back in an unbeatable tide. Laundry, dishes, vacuuming, 8 1/2 hour work days, cooking, and trying to do God's will for my life. I need to change the order in which I do things, get back to God first. I started this post with the thought in mind that I'd post this picture.I think of it as..

"Please sir, I'd like some more."

I had just feed the dog, and he took a bite. Hubby just came home, so dogie had to go and see if he had any better. For quite some time our dog just followed him down the hall, expectantly waiting. In stead of putting just that paragraph up I feel more needs to be said. Like the dog getting distracted, I've let other things get my attention away from God. I need to make God my top priority again.

Day 3, or old friends

So I can't do the post every day thing, or a pic every day, but I'm still gonna do 365 pics. They'll just be spread over 2 yrs instead of 1 :):):) Well, some old friends from Maryland came by Texas for a visit. I got to spend one evening with them chatting for a while, The church I went to in MD is changing, without and within, so its all good. J- Say hi to Mrs. H. and Mr. H when they get back.

365

Let me explain, 365 is the number of days in a year (duh right). A project(?) for digital camera users is to take at least 1 picture day for a year, thus letting them pratice taking pictures. I know, I should've said that yesterday, but I did start yesterday. So from now on, I'll at least have one post a day up.
There are many things a day I'd like to capture, I've wanted to go digital for sometime now, and now that I have the opportunity, I find myself not pressing the shutter switch. Yesterday I saw something great, a firetruck with a large American Flag tied behind it so it could flutter on the wake of the truck as it rolled down the roadway. But I didn't take the picture, didn't even have my camera out. Life has an interesting way of explaning itself to us in the simplest ways. An oppurtunity in front of me slipt away, because of my inaction. How often have I lost God's oppurtunities because I didn't say or do something?
For now, let's just see what develops over the next year.

lost

He raced onwards to the fastly fading light. The rays of the sun leapt ahead, leaving behind only shadows. He struggled to keep ahead of the darkness, but the night was sweeping in on him.

For anyone who has actually read my past entries, you know I've center on a particular character for awhile, but I stopped to hone the story a bit more before putting more out here. Right now I feel like that character. The exerpt above takes place in the story at a point in time which has not been revealed here. I feel like him because I'm trying to stay in the "Light", on my path, or just plainly-by my Savior's side. However, I'm not sure if I am following my own head and desires, or His will. When in the dark, its hard to see your way. You stumble and get lost, you have no way to navigate. Am I in the dark? in the light? or in the twilight, soon to be overcome by shadows if I don't get moving and hurry back into the daylight. Only God knows, but I must find His path.

I use this picture because I like the light and shadow, it relates context and vision for me.