I know, I haven't been blogging! I've been plotting (your demise MWAHAHAHA!).
Okay, actually I am busy plotting/outlining a re-write that I intend to tackle for NaNoWriMo.
It's my first time. Be gentle.
So, in honor of my goal and eventual lapse into insanity, I bring you one of my favorite inspirational poems to keep you going on those dark November nights when the words start melting in front of your eyes and the vodka bottle is empty (I just don't understand where it all goes!)
Invictus by William Ernest Henley
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.