What to expect in july

Working schedule for my blog

Mondays will be movie reviews, and possibly a personal news blog. Might also do a quick show review.

Tuesdays will be sharing my personal writing in the form of excerpts and poems and flash fiction, as well as the sharing of fanfiction.

Wednesdays will be book reviews, and/or book news

Thursdays will be the one day of the week that won’t have a new blog post. But will possibly when I get them organized and ready for posting

Fridays will be youtube reviews and book reviews

Saturday will be essays, book reviews/news and a post of one of my ‘living like a…” Chapters

Sundays would be posting a review on sermons, and posting links to sermons, and books reviews. And overview of the last week, and an outlook of what could be expected in the week to come. Maybe poems shared.


A Morning Routine

Hello again. This was another flash fiction attempt from Writing.com. This one actually won the contest for that day! I forgot if it was because of a really low turnout, or if it was good enough. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this flash fiction from 2010!


The bird balanced delicately on the barb wire fence, his clawed feet holding him in place as delicately as a lover’s embrace. He sang as if his heart would burst, regardless of snow or cold or even his own drab brown color. A mouse had been by sometime in the night. Its tiny footprints were imprinted in the snow near the fence. Brian only hoped there were no owls floating about that night.

He looked around again, and sighed. Then he made his way to the barn, slowly and painfully. He used to care for such things. But now…now it seemed silly. Besides, he had something to do other than stare at mouse tracks. He made his way to the back of the barn, and looked around as though he lost something. Then, with a grunt, he bent down, and placed the flowers on the small mount in the snow. A small stone rested there. It read “Rose Edgewood, 1910-2008”.

“It ain’t apple, but ya know they ain’t n bloom yet, Rosy.” He grumbled, straightening up again and shoving his hands in his pockets. “But I guessed what with the season and all, that holly’ll make you happy nough. Christmas was right nice, with the kids coming in and all. Mary is specting in the spring. And John’s thinking of coming back to help with things.”

He spend ten more minutes talking to his wife. Then he went to do the chores, with a lighter step and a hopeful look in his eye. His morning ritual was over, and his day went on. Mouse tracks and bird’s songs did have a place in his day again.

Youtube Spotlight! Books vs Movies by Bandgeek8408

First, I must give you a bit of background into Matt Guion’s channel.

He likes to make fictional clones of himself. There are a number of clone characters now, and they are in a rather complicated story that has yet to be fully resolved, but that I find wonderfully entertaining. And one of the most noteworthy clones is Matt Hatter.

Matt Hatter is supposed to, thanks to his hat of reason, be the more rational of the two in Books vs. Movies, able to see past the bias that plague Matt, later referred to as Regular Matt or just Reg. This bias is that books are alway, or at least almost always, are better than movies in every way. Matt Hatter is able to point out where movies are as good as and, dare I say it, even when they are better than books.

The debates between the two make for very entertaining watching, and the points that are brought up are often insightful and thought-provoking. I personally had not seen a bad book vs. movie review. As the seasons went on, there are three now if I remember correctly as of this writing, and the structure of the reviews became more theatrical in nature, the amusement factor went up as well.

Still, some of my favorites were in the first season, where they just talked to each other, and pointed out the various pluses and minuses of the books in relations to the best-known movie adaptation of that book. My personal favorite was A Christmas Carol. Do I need to say why? It’s A Christmas Carol! And I would not dare give anything away by telling you one word more about it. You just have to check it out some Christmas day.

I would give this series a worth keeping an eye on. And pray that he would make another someday. But there is a serious plot twist recently, so we would just have to wait and see what Matt will have for us in the months ahead. I mean, seriously, the man is super busy in real life now. So be patient.

Enjoy, and have a happy wordy-nerdy day!

Uncertain Sun

Something that I originally wrote for a poetry contest on Writing.com. I hope you like it.


The sun rose to peek at me
It glared into my eyes
It watched me slowly wake
It pulled its blanket over again

I groused as I got ready
I groused when it began to rain
Lightning gave me the message
I would not go out today

Or maybe I was being in haste
The storm wore itself thin
Soon after breakfast was past
The sun tried to come out again

It still hid behind its veil
As it watched me settle at my desk
I must have bored it though



Another one. Both are originally for contests. Most did not win. I had a real bad time with spelling before Grammarly. Even worse that now.

The darkness of night has started
The light of the sun has parted
The chill of winter has set in

How slow the hours crawl
How deep the shadows fall
The watch for the sun begun

But look! Hope is still here
Up in the sky now so near
The stars still bright and clear

It went away again

The Vicar of Wakefield Review

The Vicar of Wakefield by Oliver Goldsmith

This was an interesting read, to say the least. It offered a peek into an England and the customs and language and sensibilities of an age long gone. Yet was completely enjoyable in its own way. The story follows a family as they fall from fortune and take up a new place, and the adventures and misadventures while there. The writer pokes fun at many of the characters, by painting them in very broad strokes. All but the eldest son, who is supposed to be the writer himself.

The main character of the father, Dr. Primrose, is the main focus and the moral center of the book, and we are not left long and doubt of his thoughts and beliefs. Personally, I was really amused and enlightened by those thoughts and how they were conveyed. I tend to have more patience for older forms of writing than contemporary, as that was simply how they wrote and feels somehow more honest and simple than many books that came out later that tried so hard to be clever and ironic that they can forget how to tell a good story. But I won’t linger long on that soap box.

The introduction was written by Ernest Brennecke. He did a good job summarizing the contents of the book and helped make it somewhat more relatable to the modern reader. And I got to warn you, there are many modern readers who might find the language of the book off-putting. There are some names that, while not bad, are not politically correct either. This might offend someone who grew up in today’s culture where political correctness had swung completely in the other direction. Personally, as I already said, I enjoyed the language.

I fancy myself as something of a student of history, and to catch a glimpse into what people of the mid seventeen hundred would have called a best-seller is fascinating. It is not perfect. There is more melodrama than I would like, and the characters are, while good characters, are a bit two-dimensional and sometimes even goofy, the pathos and humor of the family do shine through. And I found it an interesting read, and am not sorry to have read it.

Check it out and have a happy nerdy-wordy day!

Let It Go

A poem I first wrote for a contest on Writing.com back in 2010! I hope you like it.




“Let it go” The radio sang,
It’s notes of acceptance rang,
In every corner of my mind.
I wondered as I listened.
What will letting go do?
And what needed to go from me?

An answer rang soft and low.
“I think you already know.
Let go of the shame in your way,
The disappointments of the day.
Of the fears that hold you back,
Of the worry of what you lack.”

“Turn instead to me again.
Turn in faith and you will win,
You place, your purpose,
Your peace at last.
Granted only if you rest
At the feet of my cross.”

A Birthday Bear

An early attempt at writing a children’s story. Was first posted on Writing.com on 2010. I hope you like it.




The giant stuffed bear had never spoken to her before, but today…it did. Alice was not sure she heard right, but there was no denying it. She saw her lips move. Which was weird, because she could have sworn that Rainbow did not have lips when her Mommy gave it to her for her birthday last year?

“Hello, dear friend.”

“Who, do you mean me?” Alice sputtered, after making sure that it was indeed the bear who had said it.

“Yes, you’re my friend.” The bear, Rainbow, nodded. Then cocking her head to the side, she added gravely. “I guess you’re my Mum too since you take care of me.”

“But I have a Mommy. I’m only seven!” The girl said, surprise getting the better of shock.

“And you are one. Besides, I’m a year old.”

Alice thought for a moment and smiled. “Okay, I’ll be the best Mommy I can be then!”

“That’s good. I don’t want a bad Mum.”

“You talk funny.”

“I was made in England.”


There was a short, tense silence, broken only by the sound of the family kitty meowing outside to be let in. Alice wondered idly why he didn’t just ask to be let in. If a stuffed bear could talk, a talking cat would be nothing!

“Are you mad at me?” Rainbow asked at last.

“No! Don’t be silly.” Alice protested quickly. “Why do you ask that?”

“You were quiet, and I know that is not how you act.”

“I was just thinking.”

“Is it about how I can talk?”

“How did you know?”

“I was told to expect it.” Rainbow explained, and there was an air about him that suggested he would have folded his arms over his belly had they been longer. “When I was first made, I knew nothing of the world at all. But I befriended an older toy who could not be sold because of a lame paw. She and I talked about many things before I was sent to the store, you see. One thing she told me was this. On the day of my creation, I can talk to my owner.”

“Wow! Like a birthday present!”

Rainbow thought gravely for a moment. Then He nodded, smiling. “Yes, I guess that is what you can call it, a birthday gift.”

“Are you going to be able to talk all day?” Alice demanded.


“Then let’s not waste a moment!”

That day was more fun than Alice could ever remember. They had tea. They went exploring the park with Mommy. They hid in the tree house with baby sister Carrie and told secrets. Rainbow let her know where she preferred to sleep and all the details that made a bear’s life more comfortable. Long before the day was over; Alice was already looking forward to next year, planning Teddy Rainbow’s birthday.

A Room Of One’s Own-Essay Review

Room of One’s Own by Virginia Woolf

I got to warn you. I don’t read to analyze. I leave that to smart people. I do write what my general impression is, of course. But like some music lovers and art enthusiasts, I get the feeling that if I take a book or story or essay apart too much, that work will lose something of its magic. When I read this, I got the feeling that is what was happening with Woolf. She wrote a wonderful essay. It was full of interesting

When I read this, I got the feeling that is what was happening with Woolf. She wrote a wonderful essay. It was full of interesting facts and had a study case for what women, and indeed anyone seeking a creative life would need to succeed. And truthfully, men had all the cards in this, for a very long time. Even the possible reason why that was is written with understanding and wit instead of anger and ranting. And though I disagree with her on some of the finer points, I think the overall writing is sound.

That is why she is so well-renowned, after all. But I also got the feeling that she had lost some of that magic in a work that makes it special in its own right. Then again, this might just be two personalities clashing over words. And since she is dead, I fear I can’t go to her directly to ask what did she mean in this line, or when she wrote so and so. Believe me, I wish I could. But it is not so, so I have to bend my imperfect non-logical, non-analytical mind to the task of dissecting what she is trying to convey. I was defeated in under five minutes.

Some are made to think deeply, and some are made to feel deeply. And though I do not always think logically, I can feel truth very deeply. I know this is going t remain an important essay for years to come, and will continue to be read by wiser and cleverer than me. And when they do, please write a better review that will help me understand it better, and share it with me! Still, I am glad to have read it, and reflect on it.

Read it yourself, and let me know what your wordy-nerdy brains think of it.

Heart of Darkness Book Review

Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad

It stinks. Moving on.

Okay, okay, I won’t cheat you with that pathetic review. It after all, does have some good merits. But let me first say, there is a reason classical books have such a bad reputation. One of them is that they are all grim and pessimistic. Now that I am reading

One of them is that they are all grim and pessimistic. Now that I am reading books on the ‘Thousand and One Books You Must Read Before You Die’ list, I am starting to see why people say this. For instance, Animal Farm does not exactly end on a happy note, now does it. And do I even need to bring up Frankenstein, or The Gold Bug? Well, actually that one did end happily. But Wuthering Heights?

But this one really takes the literary cake in grim. Almost every chapter seemed bent on hurting me. I ended up listening to it on audio to blunt it some, and I still had to read something more cheerful. Maybe you heard of it. The Little Match Girl. I like how Conrad wrote tension, and the description was really good. But I could not wait to get out of that world and check it off the list, never to come back to it again.

Because of the descriptions, and because some people would like the military angle and some of the characters, I think it’s worth skimming. But only barely. Check it out, give it a read, and see if your wordy-nerdy selves agree or disagree with me.

The Legend of Sleepy Hollow

The Legend of Sleepy Hollow written by Washington Irving

What can one say about this short story, that had not been said before? There is a reason why Washington Irving is so celebrated as one of America’s first celebrated writers. He has a fine grasp of telling a thrilling story in a concise manner.

In this story, the main character, though sympathetic, as a somewhat dislikeable character who charms people so that he might have enough to fill his vorocious appetite, and courts the only daughter of a prosperious farmer with the sole intention of owning that farmer’s property when that worthy gentleman dies. The most remembered section of the book is, of course, when the headless horseman shows up, and the wild chase as Crane tries to run away from him, and all that happened as he reached the bridge. Nobody in the book can say what happened to Incabob Crane. Tales

Nobody in the book can say what happened to Incabob Crane. Tales circulated wildly. But the most widely held belief was that he was spirited away by supernatural means. This is still a good read now, and I strongly recommend it come Halloween. So I would rate this a worth re-reading.

Enjoy it, and let me know what you think of it. And have a happy wordy-nerdy day