The Orphan I Am Chronicles – 140

•August 5, 2016 • Leave a Comment

The Unexpected Reunion

This blog entry contains Adult Content, it is a change of subject matter from what I usually write, it is not meant to offend anyone, Thank-you tOnE

A couple of years back I was traveling with no certain destinations in mind, she had spent a month in Prague and we just happened to be at the same airport during a lengthy  layover. I was sitting and enjoying an espresso, my attention on nothing specific, but simply gathering my thoughts while people watching. Most of the time they moved from left to right, from right to left in a more zombie like state of mind.

I had just raised one of the many newspapers scattered about to read when out of the right corner of my eye she stopped briefly, she bent slightly to grab a small menu that was displayed just outside. She was gorgeous with the most beautiful smooth skin, professionally dressed and as she looked up, her eyes caught mine fixed on her, she smiled and with a slight nod from me, she continued on her way.

My immediate reaction was to leap to my feet without knocking the small table over and follow her, but it was more an acceptance that she was gone, no doubt rushing along to catch her flight. I placed a tip on the table, then proceeded also to the left, my eyes scanning the crowd while hoping to spot her, but no such luck. About a 100 feet later I had realized that I had left my coat draped over the back of the chair at the coffee shop and upon returning to only find her now sitting at that same table, my coat now cushioning her back on the small wooden chair.

I walked over smiling and she leans forward while removing the coat while pushing the opposite chair out with her foot for me to sit. For the next ninety minutes we talked and  laughed and got to know each other until we both had realized our departure from this moment was but minutes away. Upon standing and admitting it was time to go our separate ways, we walked as far as we could together until our paths were now leading into two different directions. There was no way I would let Soma from Mauritius go until I at least got her contact information, which I was able to do.

Fast forward just about two years later, I was unable to call Soma due to the theft of my gym bag along with my cell in it and of course along with her number as a possibility faded away. So for months I was replaying through my mind every second of our encounter, the hint of perfume she wore, the way her clothes fit her body like a glove, her laugh and how her eyes never left mine. At that time she was getting into the fashion industry and she was according to her, quite single with most men intimidated by her mere presence, but not me and she knew it.

Although from Mauritius, I got the impression she spent more time flying about the globe than at home. I myself was back in New York, it was a rainy day with everyone scurrying about as the traffic was at a standstill, I ducked in and out of traffic while trying to yell for a cab, as the rain came down harder and in the back of all the noise, the many voices, horns, tires sliding on the payment as the driver braked too hard , I heard a voice somewhere yelling my name, ” Anthony! Over here Anthony, I’m over here!.” Just as a cab pulled over, I looked over the roof of the cab and saw that smile, the smile etched in my mind from months ago. Soma from Mauritius was but feet away in my city, my feet could not carry me to her fast enough, I ignore the many cars as they splashed water and mud all about me, now my eyes fixed on her, my heart racing, I ran to her.

My mind flooded with thoughts, do I hug her? How will I explain not calling her? But seconds later it was her that also ran too me, she reached out for a hug while I placed a light kiss on her cheek. I was soaked, she not as much except for a bit of her make up that had began to drip down her face to which we both laughed. After a brief conversation, we caught a cab which took us to my place which was thirty stories overlooking Manhattan.

There was no awkward conversation, it was if we had known each other for years and as I opened the door to my place, it was she that placed the ‘ do not disturb ‘ sign on the doorknob. Upon hearing that click of the door being closed, which assured we both were in each others space, we took a minute to enjoy a kiss before heading to the bathroom to get out of the wet clothes and enjoy a hot shower. Any shyness we had been short and we took the time to undress each other, my jaw dropped open as more of her beautifully  fit body was exposed. She stepped back as I was now naked and she gazed downward while smiling with approval.

She had no hair anywhere on her body from her neck down, as I myself  kept myself  shaved smooth below. As she adjusted the shower I poured a couple of glasses of wine and by the time I returned, she had decided to run us a bath in the jacuzzi tub, while she added this and that to the water, something to soften the skin, something naturally scented and she stepped back wanting me to get in first and as I rested my back against back of the tub, my legs spread apart, she sat between my legs and resting her head against my large chest, my arms now securely around her body, my hands rubbing her breast as I kissed her neck, she felt my cock harden against her as she leaned back looking at me in want of a kiss, a french kiss.

Over the next several minutes we talked about why we had not stayed in touch as we both washed each other, her nipples now hard, her own legs far apart, the jacuzzi water jets positioned just in the right spots on our bodies for pleasure. My hand reached down between her legs, a finger sliding between her slit, her pussy was very tight. A slight moan from her was the signal to change positions, she reversed her body to which she now faced me , her legs wrapped around my waist and the two of us endlessly kissing. With my cock in her hand, she commented on the thickness of my shaft as my hands gripped her firm butt.

A minute later we had decided to enjoy this in a better place, my bed which was near a large glass patio door which had a perfect view of the New York skyline at night. Partially dried off, we flopped down upon the bed, I leaned over to light a candle bedside on the nightstand and now my attention on her. She lay waiting, legs slightly apart, her hair pulled to the side, I laid beside her, to which we immediately kissed passionately, a kiss behind her ear, on her neck, pulling her tongue into my mouth. My hand massaged her breast, they were now hot, my mouth sucking and nibbling on her nipples, she moaned softly. I lowered a hand to touch her pussy, it was quite wet and she was still tight. I brought my hand back up, to my face so that she could see me smell her scent, so she could see me place that finger in my mouth to taste her and with that, she placed her hands atop my head and guided me down ward until my face was tucked between her legs.

I kissed it first, her pussy and then my tongue slide inside her, she spread her legs further as my tongue wiggled about inside her. She tasted sweet and I enjoyed licking each drop of her nectar as her legs began to tremble. I rose up to place the tip of my tongue inside her naval, her reply was , “Yes!” My free hand pinched her clit and each time I pinched, her body jerked. As she opened up below, my mouth now enjoy sucking, licking, biting her clit which now was growing larger. I can tell she was near orgasm again but I stopped and now took one of her beautiful pussy lips in my mouth and sucked on it, making it larger and quite sensitive and once that lip was swollen, my attention was on the other.

I slid two fingers in her moving them in and out as I lick her clit just right, I know I licked it just right because with her hand, she mover my head in the right position. I glanced up briefly to see a third of the candle  was melted, I have been going down on her for well over an hour and now she was cumming, her moans louder, her thighs trembling as her nectar shot from her, my face right there to enjoy it. As her body continued to convulse, I rose up and now laid beside her, her nectar on my lips, we kissed. With a hand she pushed me flat on the bed, she now positioned her body above mine and with her knee, she separates my own legs.

My cock was semi hard, precum dripping from the head, she kisses my chest all over, her head now moving south, she kisses my stomach briefly before taking my semi hard cock in her hand and licking the precum from the tip. Instantly my cock hardened, the head just inside her mouth, her hand massages my balls and as my cock thickened, she now slid more of it into her mouth and now, I was the one moaning. She sucked it well, pausing to lick the underside of the shaft, she sucked harder with the head of my cock at the back of her throat.

Each time I felt myself needing to cum she would stop, my balls now quite swollen and full in need of spewing, I was in desperate need of relief. My cock moved in and out of her mouth, and as minutes passed, she only sucked harder. She rested a hand on my chest, just above my heart, no doubt to anticipate when i would cum and seconds later I did. Moaning loud, it erupted, spewing much into her mouth and with each spew of cum, she swallowed it, she kept swallowing every drop until there was nothing more to swallow. Upon finishing, she looked at me, wiping a bit of cum from the corner of her mouth and then licking it off her finger.

She laid between my legs, her head resting on my chest and enjoying tasting each other on our lips as we kissed. She placed her mouth near my ear and whispered something in it to which my cock immediately responded by getting rock hard. She flipped over onto her tummy as I slide a large pillow under her, raising her butt to the perfect position. Her pussy lips were full, spread nicely, nectar still dripped from her. I moved behind her and I begin to slid the head of my cock up and down her slit, careful not to put it in just yet. As I teased her this way, she raised her butt up higher, ready for me to take her deep from behind. I slid my cock in between those swollen lips, she moaned loud as I pushed it slowly deep inside her. As I pushed deep, my hands gripped her butt and as I moved it in and out of her, I began to spank her cheeks.

The thickness of my shaft opened her, her so wet that the mattress below her was soaked, I could see the pink inside her. What was a slow pace now became a faster thrusting and soon I was pounding every inch in her deep. Glancing to my left, the candle now almost melted away, just how long have we been making love now?  Soma moans louder and yells, ” harder, push it harder!”  She had already reached orgasm three times and she had a big one still to cum. Again my balls were full and my cock so thick, it was swollen inside her, I continued to thrust it in deep and hard. Juice begins to squirt from her, she was cumming, she raised her butt higher so every inch of me remained in her as we both climaxed together. With her body laying flat now, her weakened by such powerful orgasms, I kept it in her as it emptied and kept it in her even longer as my cock softened .

For a half hour or so, her body still was easing from the last orgasm, I myself laid beside her exhausted , while looking into her eyes, we kissed more. She tossed a sheet over the both of us, laying now on her side, Soma was facing the beautiful view of the skyline, I was  snuggly just behind her. with her in my arms, smelling her, enjoying the moment, I wondered where do we go from here? What was a lost opportunity had become reality. Two people from different cultures, two people who are attracted to each other and found time to enjoy each other while leaving the ugly part of the world just outside their door.

I wondered and she wondered also, “Where do we go from here?”

 

to be continued, pEaCe  tOne

 

 

The Orphan I Am Chronicles – 139

•February 9, 2016 • Leave a Comment

If I Could,

The list of possibilities here are endless, well for most people, but not for me. Of course I would want to travel the world, absorbing all I could around me. I most certainly would avoid the ‘touristy’ areas while spending a night or two in the smaller towns, villages, homes safely tucked away in nature, isolated from modern technology, if that’s even possible?

Armed with my journal, black ink pen, paper and just enough clean clothes to cram into my book pack, I would gingerly enter a town, I know I would stand out and that’s cool, I love being different, being a bit strange, I love being just, me.

“Hello stranger!” Someone will say and with a nod of my head and an outstretched arm, the awkward part of this intro is done, the rest? Smooth sailing, easy, piece of cake, a relief. My mind, senses are flooded with a new, what was unknown now simply interpretation and understanding, without questioning.

A cold glass of water, perhaps a home cooked meal, a book from the bookshelf of a local who was kind enough to take me in. I would replace the book I’ve chose with one from my weathered book pack, with no regrets leaving it behind, enjoy it. Next morning I offer to wash dishes after a large breakfast, my gesture appreciated but denied. I move on, there’s a bus station, the fare is cheap and so I wait.

Miles down the road, dim interior lights so that passengers may steal a quick nap, my eyes gaze outwards, staring at nothing, yet seeing everything. The bus pauses on the side of the road, a passenger enters, her hint of perfume pleasantly arrives before she sits, directly across the aisle from me. I glance and try not to stare, she does likewise but with a slight yet perfect smile.

Many miles have come and gone, her name is Toria, she now sits beside me and like me, she also is a traveler, a gypsy if you will. In a older guitar case rest her acoustic guitar, it never leaves her sight, she to has left a world behind, unafraid and willing to explore the unknown, we talk throughout our journey as the night becomes morn. The sun has risen on our side of the bus, it wakens me but I am careful in my movements, for resting on my shoulder is her head, her hand tucked safely under my arm.

As soon as I can open my journal and write, I know how my entry will begin, but for now, I wait.

 

peace Tone

 

The Orphan I Am Chronicles – 138

•January 18, 2016 • Leave a Comment

The Oscars, will you watch it?

As I have gotten older, my appreciation for good, artistic film and great acting has most certainly increased. Sure, I love an occasional action film and over recent years, even your traditional franchise films such as Bond, has become more about character development as well as a blending of great acting, a ‘humbling of certain characters’ as well as a more concentrated effort to bring a more diverse cast accompanied with meaningful dialogue.

Okay, enough of Bond, to get  to the point of this blog, those at the Oscars who determine which/who/what will be up for nomination and their continued avoidance of superb minority actors (actors/actresses). My first question that comes to mind is, “Do those who actually choose the films to be recognized actually watch each of these films, even the ones ignored?” I seriously doubt it.

When the nominations were announced, I had to think about how many films I knew of that had minority cast in leading roles? I even mentioned it to my youngest son and after awhile, we did know of a few films, which is part of the problem, not enough production companies awarding roles to gifted minority actors and even if they do, when it comes to the Oscars, they are snubbed.

There has been some progress, we are witnessing that some production companies are giving leading roles to female actors who in fact, earned that right as well as put people in the seats, which means dollar$.  But as far as minorities, especially black minorities such as the talented Idris Elba, who in my opinion has never  delivered a sub-par performance, is ignored over and over again.

Why?

With each passing year, I am more reluctant to spend hours watching an awards program which ignores the types of performances which I like and appreciate. But then I remember that there will be many actors who feel as I do who will be nominated at least who will be in attendance for the superb work they have done, who are most likely to be white.  This situation is an unfair situation for the Academy to put them in. Just think about it for a minute, your an actor nominated, maybe for the only time in your acting career and you want the recognition and yet, you look around and you can’t help but question what you see, what – I mean, what you don’t see.

I wanted to write just a bit after reading Jada Pinkett’s  tweet and I have to say without hesitation, I support her on this as far as the lack of diversity with minorities in roles and being recognized for their artistic achievements. But as far as boycotting the Oscars? Please don’t. In my opinion, more can be done by attending the event and respectively being vocal while supporting the nominees as a whole. Just make sure that once the evening is over, the spotlight remains on this and not swept under the rug.

Btw, not only is Jada a very good actor, but she is involved in many aspects of a films creative process, for example, The Human Contract, which she not only acted in but co wrote and directed.  It is most important for her to speak her mind and be a voice not only for herself but for others as well.

Actors (actors/actresses) all belong in the same breathe, I like to think that no matter the race/nationality, each want to give their best performance and I hope that those who year after year are focused on only a few should become ‘color blind’ and finally appreciate something that has increased year after year but often ignored, quality performances from all walks of life.

It’s not a difficult thing to do, just open your eyes and admire what’s before you.

peace Tone

The Orphan I Am Chronicles – 137

•January 18, 2016 • Leave a Comment

TRUST NO ONE, THE TRUTH IS OUT THERE, I STILL WANT TO BELIEVE, JUST UNDER A YEAR AGO, WE PHILES – FANS OF THE SHOW RECEIVED NEWS VIA TWITTER THAT THERE WAS A POSSIBILITY OUR BELOVED SHOW MAY RETURN;

 

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Instantaneously, much like a paranormal wildfire, the news spread worldwide and for a meaningful period of time, we Philes owned Twitter. Non-stop tweets, past recollections of the show’s previous airing and endless replays of our dvd collection led to what was a unique, greatly welcomed bond among us fans/philes. It was as if we had known each other forever, each of us united for a single purpose, to transform a possibility into a certainty.

 

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I as well as thousands of others made it a point to make sure the Twitter feed reflected our desire as well as ‘recruiting’ new viewers of the series. Oh so many things fell into place, a tweet here and there by Gillian Anderson, tweets which set everything into motion and by late Spring, news that a time frame was set to shoot a mini season, in Vancouver, where it had all began two decades ago.

It is difficult for me to describe how I exactly felt, the excitement, the relief it was going to be done, my curiosity as to what characters would return, what story lines were being written and of course, what to expect after this mini season of six episodes? By the time it was certain, I was fortunate to have made some new friends, my new phile friends.

Over the years since the original series had ended, Gillian and David have been involved in many other artistic projects, film, shows, penning their own novels as well as in David’s case, singer/songwriter. If you aren’t aware of their accomplishments, simply Google them and follow their artistic progress over the years, their ‘portfolios’, are most impressive.

Images below not taken by me, images found on the web.

 

The X Files was/is great not only because of Gillian and David, but due to the genius of Chris Carter and the remarkable cast/crew/writers he surrounded himself with. I don’t really think the Fox Producers and maybe even Chris himself knew just how huge this unique show actually was, but from mid Spring until the present, there are aware now. The X Files has fans in many countries, from all walks of life, from a wide age range, each passionate about the show.

At the time this was a ‘possibility’, it became a pleasant distraction in my life, one which allowed myself to broaden my creativity as a writer. So last summer I again disappeared from some things, such as this blog, to refocus on other things which I am very passionate about, my writing, as well as a more global project which will involve many like minded individuals.

I wanted to write this blog tonight, just a week before next Sundays episode one premier. I feel guilty about neglecting my blog when so much has happened in my own little universe, things that I felt journal worthy but not suitable for public consumption, at least not yet. Be patient, good things are a coming.

The X Files mini season episode schedule as follows;

Episode one, “My Struggle”, January 24th, 2016  Mythology

Episode two, “Home Again”, January 25th, 2016 Monster of the Week

Episode three, “Mulder and Scully Meet the Were-Monster”, February 1,2016

Episode four, “Babylon”, February 8, 2016

Episode five, “Founder’s Mutation”, February 15, 2016

Episode six, “My Struggle II”, February 22nd, 2016 Mythology

 

I hope everyone enjoys this mini season and please spread the word, recruit new Philes, flood the social networking sites about this season and our expectations of more.

Exactly a week from now we will have seen the first episode. what a relief that will be. Fox Productions have done an excellent job of keeping us in the loop, the press releases, teaser trailers, trailers, still shoots, Gillian/David/Mitch popping up here and there, that 20 minute X Files Reborn short which we all watched with eyes wide open and jaws hanging and we loved it.

Much appreciation to all those involved who made this happened, there aren’t enough words but I will close with this,

 

Many moons ago, when I was going through a divorce, excuse me, my family was going through a divorce. I hardly slept and often sought an escape by resting in my recliner, VCR remote in hand and watching episodes I had taped of the X Files and every once in awhile, one of my sons would wake up, find his way to me and we watch reruns together, while enjoying ice cold glasses of milk and chocolate chip cookies.

 

I will never forget moments such as this, they are priceless.

 

peace Tone

 

The Orphan I Am Chronicles – 136

•July 4, 2015 • Leave a Comment

Happy Fourth of July, aka Independence Day Yes, it’s me, I have surfaced again after some two months of absorbing all that around us. Happy fourth everyone! This day always makes me reflect back to being a teenager and being around those who contributed to the man I am today. It has been somewhat difficult lately for me to ‘hold my tongue’ when it comes to the hateful things said despite the positive progress made for this nation as a whole. This blog entry is not meant to sway you one way or another, but it is an honest reflection of a portion of my soul, what makes me well, me. This is not a sermon, it’s not a lecture or by any means a stranger talking down to you, I myself am no means perfect nor do I strive to be. It is our imperfections that really make us who we are, in my opinion.

We are all too aware of the Supreme Court’s recent decision that Gay Marriage is legal in all fifty states and with that decision, everyone now is suppose to truly be equal in the eyes of the courts, but instantaneously there were many who as expected voiced their objections, unfortunately. So like we do, we barrage  the masses with our own point of views, but it makes one wonder, do these people actually think about the words that have spewed from their mouths? The opposition to true equal rights for all often lean on their religious beliefs in their defense and that’s fine if they interpret the Bible and their personal choice of what religious beliefs that way. But isn’t ‘interpret’ the key word here? Pull out your favorite book of poetry from your bookshelf, open it to your most treasured poem and interpret it for me and I will hand that same poem to a stranger who has never read it before and ask that stranger to read it and give me his/her interpretation of it and I’m pretty sure that person will see something you have missed, that person will apply their own life into those words in order to grasp that poems meaning.

If you are a religious person as many are, you resist questioning the things you are not to question about religion and all that accompanies it. It is often that faith that get many through the ups and downs that are part of one’s daily lives. But when it comes to true equal rights, that right to love, even better, to fall in love with whoever happens to move you, why does this bring out the ugly in some people? When I see a couple walking hand in hand, whether it’s male and female, female and female or male and male, I see a connection, I see two secure in themselves, trusting in themselves and most important, two being their true selves, accepting their feelings towards each other. But there are some that see this display of affection and all they see is some perverted act and they immediately are repulsed by it, why? Those that are so offended by true equal rights should take some time to look within themselves, an honest look at what offends you and please then think about what possibly this couple before you may actually be striving for? Now look at the relationship you’re in, what is it that you two are striving for, what are those dreams, those pursuits you both long for? If you do this with an open mind, open heart, you will find that you two have much in common with that couple, who you so desperately try to find fault with, those problems you assume that they will have? Problems that you yourself in you’re relationship may be also experiencing. If not? Then would it not be beautiful for others to experience what you two are experiencing?

If all of us can’t envision and want a world of true acceptance then what a sad, troubled world we live in. I can’t help but wonder that if back when I was a teenager this court’s decision would have been announced then, what kind of society we would have? I see a beautiful image of more orphans like me who actually was adopted, I see less wars, this wave of acceptance and happiness that spills over into our classrooms, our streets, our businesses and yes, even our churches. But now again, even those most sacred of places to seek peace, comfort, that place to which is no longer safe is under attack, churches, synagogues, temples. It’s like the sixties are happening all over again, the worst part of that era. Senseless murders, church burnings, symbols of pride meant to reflect that pride but are now remembered as symbols of hatred, prejudice.

Progress often means moving beyond that which has held us back, that which has brought out the worst in us yet here we are again, oddly repeating that which will only bring us down. When I think of this day, the fourth, I try to put myself in the mind of all of those who laid their lives on the line for the better of this country, their want of true freedom, equal rights for all, these people defended those rights for future generations, what would those who perished for us think of this country repeating those same mistakes that restrict us today of becoming a true united nation?

On a closing note, this want, this desire for a better country, isn’t this the reason why so many want to live here?

peace Tone

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The Orphan I Am Chronicles – 135

•May 10, 2015 • Leave a Comment

A heartfelt Happy Mother’s Day to all you beautiful mothers out there. I want to say to enjoy a restful day, but even on this day set aside for you, you’ll be seeing after things, tending to things, concerned about many things, while attempting to catch your breath, admire the love around you, the love that you are largely responsible for. It must be difficult, this identity you all have, first being a moms so nurturing yet stern when you have to be, being a woman, you’re hoping that those around you see you as much more, a beautiful woman who still has her dreams, not mere goals, but actual dreams to which at some point in your life, you’d love to pursue. You are all ladies amplified, most deserving of someone holding a door open for you, perhaps pulling a chair out for you, even better, complimenting the dress that now days you rarely get to wear.

On a daily and even nightly basis, you are ready at a seconds notice, you spring into action even when every ounce of energy in your being is sapped, drained, yet you somehow summon it when needed. Your attention is constantly demanded, Mom, can I? Mom, he just hit me and a classic, I didn’t spill it, so and so did. At day’s end you are mentally and physically drain, you want to soak in a tub with a glass of wine and that book you have yet to finish when a loud knock brings it all back to reality, Mom, I gotta pee!

While they grow around you, as life seems to just pass you by, you still pause and think, What if? A thought that you quickly push from your mind, you pass a mirror, sometimes you don’t recognize the woman you see. Yet as you look what you don’t see is that you are even more beautiful now then you ever have been, in so many ways. All that you do may seem at times to be unnoticed, but it is noticed and greatly appreciated, just unfortunately the right words of appreciation are often hard to choose, a mere thank you is not enough, you all deserve much more than that.

Unfortunately my parents gave us up at a very young age, we all were deposited into an orphanage in Houston, Texas, as I have written about here before. I say that my parents gave us up but actually my Mom had lil say so in it, my father was the driving force behind it, long story which I won’t go into now. So the cottage mothers at the orphanage raised me, one in particular, Ethel Allen was my new mom, she tolerated me, taught me to rely on no one, learn to do things yourself, wash dishes, cook, clean, do your laundry, pick up after yourself, she even sat me down and explained the right and wrong way to treat a woman (girl) the subtle things that make a big difference.

Her guidance and wisdom was priceless, your guidance and wisdom is priceless and although I don’t know many who might read this, I myself love all you mothers for gutting it out, for summoning that bit of energy that we men would not have, unless we are single parents, even thing, you ladies (mothers) are far better at multi-tasking than we are.

Mothers first, okay yea, but even now, to this day, it’s never too late for you to find time for yourself, to pursue your dreams, whether it be to return to college, start your own business, plan your own lil escape to an exotic place to unwind, to recharge. Mothers especially need their own space, even if it’s just for an hour , a day or whatever you can manage. Your kids will be fine, you along with your husband, companion, partner raised them right.

Again, Happy Mothers Day!

The Orphan I Am Chronicles – 134

•April 13, 2015 • Leave a Comment

Almost two months since my last blog, in part mostly to my somewhat reclusive lifestyle, a much needed sacrifice to make in order to write.

I figure that if I’m sitting, then I should be writing, sometimes burning the candle until the break of dawn. As far as my writing, it’s going well, a bit behind but at least I’m moving forward. Let’s see, since I’ve been away, Fox Productions has confirmed that The X Files is indeed returning for a six episode mini season, with shooting to take place this June. I can’t be happier, as well as the many Philes ( X Files fans . I’m going to make a prediction here, there will be other mini seasons as well as a third feature film. With Chris Carter on board, along with writers who’ve worked on previous episodes, Mark Snow over the music and David and Gillian back, these episodes will be more than anyone expected. With the advancements in digital technology and the actors more accomplished, more seasoned, we will see all involved shine.

Due to my absence, I have not been able to read much on line, your blogs, sorry guys. With the exception of tweeting and doing research on areas which are part of my book, I’ve tried to avoid the net. I am faced with a decision to go with a publisher or perhaps self publish, which would mean I would have to worry about distribution, which means money, a lot of money.

I hope that you all are well and are writing, I should be around here a bit more in the immediate future. =)

peace tone

 
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