2019 is almost over…

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Rob Horner

…but the work never stops.

Thanks to everyone who pre-ordered Surrogacy. I hope you’re enjoying the continuation of The Chosen Cycle, and that you aren’t too upset over the cliff-hanger ending. Don’t worry, the story will continue. I’m not finished with Ascendancy yet, but that’s more because the muse has pulled me elsewhere.

“But what could be more important than continuing Johnny’s story?” you ask.

I’ll tell you.

Night Zero 2. I don’t have a better name for it yet, sorry. I’m tossing some ideas around in my head, but haven’t settled on one. Night Zero: Third Dawn is my current favorite. The story sits at 60,000 words now (as compared to 20,000 when I posted my last blog) so it’s coming along. At this rate, you won’t have to wait until summer, either. It will most likely be my second release of 2020.

Now for another…

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Long lost poet

Ah, the craziness that life brings,
playing in the stratosphere of imagination
I get lost amongst the tallest dreams
that rise like trees
in the forest.
Thick and rich with depth,
overflowing like the rain that falls,
filling a river in the wild,
I pluck the flowers of the minds garden
and build a bouquet of goodness,
and content with the creation,
rest easy at the end of the day
and rise to greet tomorrow
with a grateful heart.

Good morning friends,

As you can see here, I’ve been busy again in the publishing world. My newest creation, Diary of a Middle-Aged Mermaid, arrives via E-book on Saturday, August 3rd, and the paperbook should go live on Monday, August 5th.
The wheels have already been set in motion for the sequel to Tales From The Thrift and are chugging along nicely. I want to say thank you for any of you out there who have purchased the E-book or paperback version, or downloaded the Free Kindle Unlimited version of Tales From The Thrift. It is your support that keeps me motivated and uplifted in spirit, and for that, I most humbly thank each of you.

Simplicity

Essence of a thought
drifting through in a dream,
words falling down like water
on the edge of a deeper sleep.
Slipping away in the ether
of cloud-like images born
in memory banks now opened
and blooming in the blink of an eye.
We remember the fragments,
the smallest petal of beauty
the shades of moods
in day-to-day dealings,
words of simplicity slip through
and ground the mind in
a quiet peace.
Where is it now,
those things remembered
having rolled off of the tip of the tongue
in the dark hours of calm
I can’t recall the name
of that moment
as I had then,
saddest things of magnificence
once alive
now a ghost of the shadow self.