I hear you loud and clear. I hear you whispering into my ear. I feel you wrapping arms around me. Tightly squeezing me as I watch the tears drip from your face on my cheeks. My arms at my side. I hear you, “It is alright. You are almost there. Closer than you believe. Miracle after miracle after miracle. My loves pouring on you like drips of honey. The shiver you feel is my presence and the warmth that you feel in your stomach is my breathe. Have you met my servant Brandon? He is one of my finest is what I will say, even through the storm. Even through your sin. You are loved tremendously. More than you can even imagine. As you sit outside, listening to me speak in you. Listening to the sounds of wonderful worship. Know that I am God and I am everlasting. Who are you? You are the son of a King. My son. Your spirit is vibrant and beautiful, just as it was created. Resembling an open pasture of vibrant colors— rich greens and blues. A child plays in the grass; running up and down the hills of dandelions. He is you. I love you. Stop being so hard on yourself.”

How’s that neglect taste?

I have much work ahead of me as I am about to engulf myself in the world of screenwriting. Script, after script, after script. These days are going to be nothing but endless thoughts of log lines and inspiring thoughts to fill the many lines of paper that I have before me. Currently working on two commercial spot scripts, one feature, and grammatically fixing a short script that I have had done for a few months now. I’m a writer for one company and currently in the works of trying to write for another. The life of a freelance writer requires constant inspiration

This blog will most likely take on a brand new outlet of what originally this blog was about. I’ve practically professionalized every social website that I’ve associated myself with and now all that remains is Tumblr. I will start posting the adventures of my career and small scratches of writing to get my juices flowing. This blog will now be used as a tool to inspire rather than just another tool to fuel or eradicate my boredom.  The life of a freelance writer requires constant inspiration, day to day.

I hope you all enjoy these new stages that my life is embarking on. 

Ciao. For now. 

Surprised her at her house with her favorite sweets and drink. Cooked her smothered chicken and parmesan linguine. Laughed. Teased. Had a meaningful, deep conversation about the future. And embraced for that inevitable goodbye.

Tonight was perfect. It only gets better from here on out.