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In two hours I will receive the last phone call from my beta readers with feedback on Project 2. I will then proceed to edit the text once more before sending it to my tutor (when he becomes available. He's in the USA at the moment). I also resumed Project 1! This is very exciting … Continue reading Project 1 & 2 update
4AM Writer tagged me for the Lucky 7 Meme. The rules are as follows: Open your novel-in-progress and do the following: 1. Go to page 77. 2. Go to line 7. 3. Copy down the next 7 lines, sentences, or paragraphs as they are written. 4. Tag 7 new authors. Technically, I just resumed Project … Continue reading Lucky 7 Meme
God Fearing Man Tear at the marvel of worlds ripped asunder. Why, my love? Within voids of emptiness and the promise of God shall I meet the man in White. - Stephen Reyes
Sweetheart That door is haunted. If you leave, you can never return. Is that what you want? To leave? How should I interpret your answer, when you face away, in silence? Are you pondering our memories, the times we shared, the promises made, and the warmth that I gave? Or are you thinking of that … Continue reading Sweetheart
I will find you somewhere in the past and love you again and witness your black halo Ah, my dearest angel. Sing me to heaven. - F H Hakansson
As you might have guessed - I'm back from England. I really wish my visit there had to do with me finding an agent but that is not the case. I went there to have fun and celebrate one of my friends (she turned 22). Now that I'm back I'm processing all the feedback I've … Continue reading Back from England & Other news!
There they stood, the man containing the Core of the universe and the man dressed in white showing but one inhumane eye, gazing upon the rising tower of metal. The pinnacle of man's race - When the sun rose to wake another day they were gone, gone without a trace Babylon, craving in lucidity Babylon, … Continue reading Babylon
Free Free The Fire is Free - F H Hakansson
A diamond in the pigsty. Many would rummage and sniff about you but found nothing but a peculiar rock. Yet you remained there. To be touched. And tainted. I had to polish the grim surface to find you. I pray that from now on the only reflection I see in you is my own. - F H … Continue reading A diamond in the pigsty.
ONCE Mother's voice calls me to come back to sleep in her arms and experience youth - F H Hakansson
F. H. Hakansson 