Spirit of OWFI


It’s your book
And it’s up to you
To make your novel
Dreams come true.

Tomorrow will be
Today soon
It’s time to make
The readers swoon.

Tug those heartstrings
Make them cry
Or give them wings
So they can fly.

It’s your story
To be told
There’s no such thing
As “I’m too old”.

The conference is
All done and gone
But the lessons learned
Can still live on.

And so until
Next year we meet
Buckle into
Your author’s seat.

Party Prep


I’ve been riding around town in my wheelchair collecting gift cards, coupons, and other tokens of appreciation for the wives and kids of the Moore Police Department.

On August 2nd, I’m throwing them a party.


GameStop donated some minifigures which I think I’m going to paint a little star on and give them to the kids as “heroes to hold” when their dads are gone being heroes elsewhere.

Temperature


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Sometimes I feel my emotional temperature rising. Minor irritation turns to annoyance turns to frustration and I feel anger’s heat approaching.

This time I managed to stop and recognize the temperature change for what it is. an opportunity to learn more about myself and others and about the interactions between us all. I survived. This time…

Reality 


I thought you were never going to disappear.

Again…

I thought you loved me too;

At least in some weird way.

I thought we were meant to be.

We were, 

If only for a moment.

We needed each other.

Guess we don’t anymore.

Or do we?

I guess I’ll never know

Or will I?

The choice is yours.

I’ll always love you.

But I’m tired of always being the one

To reach out,

To miss you,

To think about us

If there ever was an us

Perhaps you were a figment of my imagination all along

Never really real.

Is anything?

I wonder



What you see when you close your eyes at night.

Why I’m always searching for and never really finding you.

How two people can be so close while so far apart. 

When the bubble will burst, and the fantasy will flop.

What our story will be after the climax.

Who will fall apart first.

If our love will survive.

I wonder.

Ok, so, I’m trying to put some content here, so I’m just going to blab for a while…


My dyingwithstyle journey through blogland begins. I’m excited.

Dying With Style

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I’ve actually been blogging for a while as the hobbler, but this is my attempt at being professional, in as professional as this CDC can get.

I needed a way to interact with people around the world who aren’t afraid to die with style. Before you psychos out there get any ideas, I believe in living each day as if it was your last, and not necessarily planning your own, and certainly not planning anyone else’s death.

I do believe that living with death in mind is important for living life to the fullest and making the most of the time you have.

Alright sleep is calling my name. Interact people. Comment. Blogging is much more fun if there’s lots of interaction, and I’m sure anyone who reads this has a story to tell, so let me get to know you. Thanks!

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