Your life is like hanging from a cliff.
One moment of weakness, and you fall.
You keep hanging on, screaming for help,
muffled by pride and pretension.
You’ve become the face you show
everyone, not the real you inside.
You’ve lost that person.
Too much time has passed
since he’s seen the sky and the stars.
Forever you will struggle on that cliff.
You will die there, slipping away,
with bloody fingers etched
in rocks and earth.
You will pass on not knowing the irony
that your salvation was in fact
at the bottom of the cliff.
I’m still writing. Two weeks of The Shingles kinda knocked me off of my creative game. After a long minute, I started revisiting my writing game.
After reading through my very rough draft of the first 10 chapters, I decided to make some slight changes to the characters. The most prominent change was changing the main character’s name from Victor to Nikolas. No real reason. It just played better inside my head.
In other news, I had to build another writing site from scratch. I could never find the right template to use, but i’m giving it another try. The new site is www.toddkelley.net/storytelling. I’m still back filling my older stuff
After months of inactivity, I feel like I have to retire my zombie novel Apocrypha once again. But luckily for me, creative written inspiration has returned to me, in the form of the monster hunter simply known as: CRAIG!