I have been writing the story of Dennis Raveley on this blog for some time, and since when I started, the novel developed into something slightly different (and hopefully better) from what I had in mind originally, so I've decided to do a rewrite, starting from chapter one, on a new blog!
Here is the link to this new blog that will begin to produce a revised version of the story of Dennis Raveley very soon:
http://dennisraveley.blogspot.ca/
To all who read the first draft so far, I sincerely thank you all for simply reading it. As you might have realized, I've not posted something for a while after that unusual chapter 18. From now on, this blog will be dedicated to my infrequent poems, occasional ranting and the tossing around of ideas and topics. The novel posts will be moved to that blog, link above.
The revised novel will still feature the events from the version here (Raymond will still have a bazooka dropped on his foot), it will keep the title, the characters will be unchanged, the only difference may be that the pacing of the new version will slow down considerably.
I hope you will enjoy reading the story so far a second time, and find it even more enjoyable.
G!
Oh yeah! I changed my template!
Wednesday 18 July 2012
Sunday 1 July 2012
Searching For the Finishing Line
by G!
I am searching, and searching for the finishing line,
I've searched for only a while; I have some more time.
This line I'm searching for, it is difficult to find,
Most do not bother, for they think it's in the right mind.
This line I search for, it is not written,
Nor is it touchable, spoken or directions given.
This line I search for, a path leads to it,
But other paths overlap, cross and cover it.
This line I search for, I may never reach,
It's like a mirage, out of my physical reach.
This line I search for, few have searched for it,
And fewer even have succeeded, to ever find it.
You may think I'm crazy, to search for such a line,
But it's worth searching for, when life spans such short time.
I'm happy to have my heart's desire as my guide,
I think it's life's purpose, just don't ask me why.
I am searching, and searching for the finishing line,
I've searched for only a while; I have some more time.
This line I'm searching for, it is difficult to find,
Most do not bother, for they think it's in the right mind.
This line I search for, it is not written,
Nor is it touchable, spoken or directions given.
This line I search for, a path leads to it,
But other paths overlap, cross and cover it.
This line I search for, I may never reach,
It's like a mirage, out of my physical reach.
This line I search for, few have searched for it,
And fewer even have succeeded, to ever find it.
You may think I'm crazy, to search for such a line,
But it's worth searching for, when life spans such short time.
I'm happy to have my heart's desire as my guide,
I think it's life's purpose, just don't ask me why.
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