“Gone to Texas”


Bit of a surprise, this one?

I said before how Star Wars was probably my first fandom. Yeah, it’s actually Texas.

I was born here, but left when I was three. But my family never let me forget where I came from.


My first tattoo was one of Texas. I do not hesitate to claim her as my homeland and when I talk about my hometown with my family and friends, I refer to it as ‘back home’.

I know our representation at the moment is not a sterling one. But we have had extraordinary people in our history, forward thinkers, and like to think we will again.

But my loyalty remains to the land and the ideals. To the great things we have done and accomplish. My viewpoint is not entirely through rose-colored glasses. I am realistic and honest about the less noble things.

I have lived thirteen times longer here in the Valley then I did back home. And still don’t really claim Arizona in the same way I claim Texas.

“You can’t take the Sky from me.”

Take my love, take my land / Take me where I cannot stand / I don’t care, I’m still free / You can’t take the sky from me / Take me out to the black / Tell ’em I ain’t comin’ back / Burn the land and boil the sea / You can’t take the sky from me / There’s no place I can be / Since I found serenity / But you can’t take the sky from me

Nine people on a ship in deep space, looking for something they don’t realize they alreaady have.


Malcolm Reynolds – A man who lost his faith. But making a family.


Zoe Washburne – Malcolm’s second in command. Strong, usually clearer headed then Mal.


Hoban ‘Wash’ Washburne – The pilot and Zoe’s husband. He’d rather stay on the ship, but is magic behind the wheel.


Kaylee Frye – The  mechanic. And the heart.


Jayne Cobb – A mercenary. You gotta keep an eye on him at times.


Shepard Derrial Book – A preacher. Trying to get Mal to see the light, any light.


Inara Serra – A Companion. Always at odds with Mal. And with her heart about him.


Simon Tam – The doctor. Brilliant, but not as much as his sister.


River Tam – Off the charts. In ways she can’t unserstand anymore.


Serenity – Named after the worse event in Mal’s life. But is his truest love.

Personal note:

Firefly. Lost to us far before its time. Only one season we got of it. But oh what we gained from it.

So we fought and we protested. We were the Browncoats fighting in Serenity Valley.

And then we got our movie, Serenity.

And they still can’t take the sky from us.

“Whatcha Reading?”


I like books.

I kinda have to, being a writer and all.

But I do like books.

I like the way they feel. Just the weight of them in your hand. The way old books smell.

Then we get to what’s inside them.

The information.

The worlds.

The ideas.

It’s time travel, teleportation, and a mind meld.

They open your mind and tug at your heart.

They become a part of you.


“Pens and paper.”


I have a bit of a problem.

I am a bit of a collector when it comes to pens and notebooks.

Maybe collector is a bit formal.

I buy them with the intent of using them, and sometimes do. But sometimes don’t want to mark in them.

I tend to buy a new notebook for each new project. And the look and feel tends to relate to the project on some level.

And i get precious about which pens get used for what. One pen is used only for ‘official’ stuff, like rent checks. If I can’t find it and have to use a writing pen, I am not happt. Feeling like I have tainted the pen with such a plebian act.

Yeah, I’m a little nuts.

I see a nice leather bound writing book and yes, there is some swooning that occurs. But I will also buy just the right notebook from the dollar store.

The right notebook puts me in mind of old time writing. Before electrical means. (I have this thing about atmosphere, if you’re new to the blog.)

Or more in the line of an office worker, doing official work with regards to research or ideas.

All about the right tool for the job.

“Oh, yeah.”

I’m sorry.


But I just have to say.


You gotta appreciate the pretty when you see it.


And it’s hard not to get a little obsessed.


Not be a geek about it.


If not a connoisseur.


So much left unseen.

“You doing NaNo?”


50,000 words.
30 days.
Fun madness.

I think I’ve been doing NaNo for ’round a decade now.

Oh, for those who don’t know, NaNo is short for NaNoWriMo. Which is short for National Novel Writing Month.

You write a novel (or rather the first draft of one) from scratch during the month of November. It’s on an honor system and you get a printable certificate with a spot for your name and the title of the novel.

Most of us are in it for the fun of breakneck writing. There’s a great community vibe that is worth looking forward to each year.

In the summer we go to Camp NaNo. There, the parameters are looser. It is more light hearted, if you will, as befitting the theme.

NaNo works out to a minimum of 1667 words a day. And there have been mad individuals who have done all 50,000 words on the first day.

If you’ve ever wanted to work on that one project that keeps rattling around in your brain pan, might I suggest you join us in our insanity. It’s ever so much fun. Pantsers and planners both are welcome.

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