S.M. Bjarnson's Blog, page 24
October 5, 2013
Guest Post & Giveaway
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September 30, 2013
Write, because you need too!
Soundtrack to my writing Life
The best times in life a reviewed in our memories with a soundtrack or two! ;)
Here is mine to you!
S.M. Bjarnson
September 28, 2013
Inspire Yourself
Inspire yourself!
Was there ever a time in your life when you were more then down on your luck, crying to the figurative heavens questioning why, oh why???
Remember with all trials come resolutions, all heroes once nobodys. The cream of the crop is a tool only you have to harvest. The remarkable part of life us that you do fail, and continue to fail, not to mention you keep trying and going, but ultimately you seize to succeed. Why? You've given it your all time and time again. You go back you relearn, study longer, but the effort hasn't paid off. Is it fear that keeps holding you back? Is it the very notion that makes you realize, hey maybe I can do it. Do you wake up grudgingly cursing the morning for things it hasn't even brought you yet? You have to wake up to early for school; the sunrise is a miracle and beautiful in it's new day birth. Traffic is jammed and you're late to work; you have at some level found yourself a job you are skilled at, at least you have the opportunity to work. I'm so stressed school work is piling in by the truck load; education/knowledge is the greatest gift of all rewards.
The sun will always rise as it will always set. A book is a book the only difference is the words. You make the day count! You wake up with just a little bit more of gratitude, you'll be on your shining new way!
Many wishes! Best Thoughts!
Stay tuned, more to come!
S.M. Bjarnson
September 19, 2013
The Sacrificing Mother Sneak Peak, by S.M. Bjarnson
It started soon after it had ended. The weary part of a magical dream I had once been living in. Shortly, after it soon became the lie I was breathing in. I removed my knowledge from the other beings. Their accusations only leading me down to a definite defeat. While my own guilty plea leaving me estranged. Either will or way you make of it, my responsibility as that person who once did or did not do those things was quite a burdensome role upon my adolescent shoulders.
It was different back then when chances were given to burn and not bury. In many cases I did just that, torch them at every beginning. This course never came through tears or trembling words of cohesion. I stood upon the same playing field, level ground with opponents not necessarily against my being. Never I might add ever for me.
I resented the title, whence the rhythmic truth became spoken; it indulged itself in being just that, the truth.Not my truth or your truth, or someone's good guess at what the truth may have been, it was clearly a fictional clarity of false reading.
Nothing ever happens as you assume it would.
Please continue to follow my upcoming unveiling of my new novel due out in short time if not my November! Thank you for all your support! Well wishes & Sweet Dreams