Cup of Dcaf: Being a Writer


Recently, I’ve been posting a lot about some struggles that a lot of writers face, but one post has been nagging at me to be written: my own rules for being a writer.

Of course, these are my personal views on the matter, but I really think they apply universally. The thing is, I find myself talking to a lot of people who call themselves writers, but after talking to them for a while, I realize that that might not really be the case. They don’t do one or both of two things:

1) You have to read to be a writer. Continue reading

Poem – Aura


Since I’m too busy with writing long-term fiction (i.e. Seeds of Doubt, which should be done in a month or so) I’ve decided to start legitimately trying my hand at poetry. The following is the first such result:


Frosting in shallow night
Flames that dance and move
Hope that burns none so bright
Only time to prove

Aura effervescent
Fleet but calm and cool
Crystal season silent
Shatter now the rule

Moths before the flame
In abyss and light
Helpless to the name
Under frosted night

Poem – Reflection of Orange


Yes, I’m actually a posting a poem—not my forte, I know—but I felt pretty strongly about this one.


What began with folds of orange soft
Reflecting back from shining eyes
Through raucous night ‘til held aloft
Deft hands and minds undoing ties

Ace found hidden underground
Before red silk and leather black Continue reading