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Upon the Tears of An Angel

My Journey From the Dark

1 July
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"To the world you are just someone but to someone you're the world."

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Hello, my name is Mic. I reside in one of the southern states of America with my brother Jesse, my good friend Sean, my nine-year-old ward Emma, a dog named Bizjub, a cat called Miracle and three horses, Athena, Fillie and Prancer. There are actually two horses and one pony, but I won't bore you with my technicality complex.

Some of my hobbies include writing, horseback riding, camping, rock climbing, swimming, gardening, cooking, baking, reading, singing, running, canoeing, sketching and hiking.

In regard to writing, my preferred fandom is original. More often than not, I'll take events from my own personal experiences, toss in a few fictional characters, twist, tweak and hopefully end up with something worthwhile. I don't write fanfiction. I find it very difficult to play around in someone else's world without blundering around and offending someone.

Authors I deeply respect include J. R. R. Tolkien, C. S. Lewis, Nora Roberts, Phyllip Pullman, Hans Christian Anderson, Kathleen E. Woodiwiss, Octavia Randolph and Erin Foster.

Some Facts About Me:

I cannot live without the following:

  1. My family: My brother Jesse is the only one left. He is precious to me.

  2. My friends: An extention to my family, they have been there to carry me when I didn't have the strength to so much as crawl. They are few, but they are sacred.

  3. My mare, Fillie: She is huge. Over 18 hands high, with the strength of a Pegasus Goddess. At nearly 7 feet tall (me, not her), she is the only horse I'll let bear me now. She's been with me for 10 years. She listens to my woes, keeps my secrets and doesn't scorn my tears.

  4. My computer: I don't do the whole pen-and-paper thing. Especially after the "accident" last July that robbed me of a good portion of my site. I can still drive a car with relative ease and a pair of enormous, ugly, geekified glasses with a prescription that make insects look like rabbits. But hand me a sheet of small print or point me toward a glaring screen and eyeball blurr + migraine = miserable Micolai ensues. With the speech software I use now, it makes virtual life so much simpler.

  5. My cellphone: What can I say? It's the ultimate device of portable communication. Every working man needs one. They're also convenient, seeing as how payphones have joined forces with the government in their not-so-secret plot to siphon every penny we make out of our pockets/wallet/bank account/insert preferred location here.

  6. My books: In my experience, for one to enjoy the art of writing, one must first learn to love and understand the joys of reading. Books have provided me with ideas and inspiration, laughter and sorrow, escape, healing and hope. They are a part of life, beacons in the darkness and the only friends in front of whom I will allow myself to be weak.

My current adictions include:

  1. Twitter: What? It's magical and convenient; I get to stay connected with my friends and be lazy at the same time. Win win in my opinion.

  2. Swimming

  3. Horseback riding: This will never change. There's just something about flying across an open field, one with an animal of such magnificence and nature alike that will always enchant my soul.

  4. Candied yams: The kind with the marshmallows, because they are delicious and irrifutibly amazing.
  5. Writing: (Never change. I will always have a story to tell.)

  6. Reading: (Never change. There will always be a story to hear.)

In regard to my work:

  1. I greatly appreciate constructive criticism. I do not take kindly to flames. You want to burn something? Buy a flare gun. Some advice? Get a life.

  2. I attempt to pace my tales adequately, though I garuntee nothing.

  3. I have an obsessive love for multi-plotlines.

  4. All my stories incorporate an element of romance, some an element of tragedy and more often than not, both.

  5. I enjoy exploring the darker side of fantasy and the human mind.

  6. I am a perfectionest; I often have 3 or 4 people look over and edit a story/chapter before I even remotely consider sharing it with the public.

My favorite quote is as follows:

"The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider Freeways,but narrower viewpoints.
We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less.
We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time.
We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.
We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.
We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values.
We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.
We've learned how to make a living, but not a life.
We've added years to life, not life to years.
We've been all the way to the moon and back,
but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor.
We've conquered outer space, but not inner space.
We've done larger things, but not better things.
We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul.
We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice.
We write more, but learn less.
We plan more, but accomplish less.
We've learned to rush, but not to wait.
We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.
These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships.
These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes.
These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill.
It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom.
Remember; spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever.
Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.
Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent.
Remember, to say, 'I love you' to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all, mean it.
A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.
Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again.
Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.
AND ALWAYS REMEMBER: Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away."
-George Carlin-