Day 4. The Moon

Our Moon is like the Sun at night,

in the darkness she gives us light,

the glow she casts on us so white,

to us on earth a pretty sight.

To visit her we did take flight

Stretching upwards to reach her height.


Our Moon is like the sun at night,

Nocturnal ones she does delight,

astronomers she does excite,

with a glow she does cast so bight.

Our visits to her great despite,

how dark her view of us alright.


Our Moon is like the Sun at night,

in the night sky she does ignite,

brighter than a meteorite.

Poems about her we do write,

and those same poems we recite,

as we watch her by firelight.


Our Moon is like the Sun at night,

the banisher of dark outright,

gives evil of the dark a fright.

I say to you this thing tonight,

as she casts her glow overnight,

sleep well- don’t let the bedbugs bite.


Day 3. Feather

They say that birds of a feather,

how they flock together,

but feathers do so many things

They allow the birds of the sky

to spread their wings and fly

and when rain falls helps keep them dry


For Feathers us humans did find

Uses to suit our kind

for nothing is useless to us

Combined with ink to make a pen

which aided our lawmen

Never had to chisel again


In Duvets keep us warm at night

Help arrows maintain flight

as decorations what a sight

they say that birds of a feather

how they stick together

but feathers do so many things


(sorry its a day late, schedule has been a little busy but will hopefully post day 4 and 5 tomorrow)

Day 2. Signs

Signs are all around us,

they teach us many things.

they tell us what to look out for,

which way to turn and steer.

without the signs we see and need,

roads would be chaos,

unclear and unsafe.

Doors would be unmarked,

which way would we go?


Signs are all around us,

They teach us many things.

How to know when our health is down,

when we need to seek help.

Without these signs we would not know,

How is our breathing?

are heartbeats alright?

Don’t ignore symptoms,

Don’t go to the light.


Signs are all around us,

They teach us many things.

A signature is one of them,

Identity proven.

How many times do you use it?

Signing for parcels,

A letter or cheque.

constantly filled in,

But often ignored.

Day 1. Fire

Fire is a force of balance.

There are two sides to every coin.

The beauty that it holds, the way it hypnotises,

is only the first side,

Equal and opposite,

comes the destruction it will bring.


Fire is like a person.

It just wishes to be free.

A true force of nature, a wild animal,

But it needs to breathe,

To move, to be fed

It can never be caged.


Fire is the great provider.

It bestows to us great gifts.

The warmth from the cold, light in the dark,

It will serve us well,

It will see us through

But it demands our respect.


Fire is the equaliser.

The bringer of new life.

In the wild it will spread, the trees cannot fight back,

But from those ashes,

Sprouts that brand new life,

the ever thankful seedlings.


Fire is a force of balance.

A force beyond our control.

It will bring us close, make us run in fear,

Bringer of joy,

Bringer of grief,

Fire is a force of balance.

Blog posts and more

Hi all

So I am afraid I once again bring dissapointment in my wake, I bring no new updates to the orbiter. This is still down to being busy, even though I have now handed in all my work (yay) I have other forms to fill in, and now also am in the throws of helping to organise a friends stag do, which I have no idea how to do. eep. and as I mentioned previously, I am having a hard time with the story anyway, it seems to have hit a lul and i’m not sure how to get around it, which is really frustrating, I have kind of put myself in a corner where nothing interesting or notible is happening in the story, which is frustrating.

in more possitive news however, I was approached by a friend to cover their slot in the ACW (Association of Christian Writers) blog, which I was delighted, and daunted, by the oppertunity to do so.

The ACW also released their first book as an organisation: New Life: reflections for lent. this is a multi-contribution book in which 40 different authors wrote entries for each of the 40 days of lent, and as I was on the team behind getting the book in motion, I was fortunate enough to get to write two introductions, to week 2 and week 3, something I was very flattered by.

I’m not normally one to self-plug but I am excited by it so here is the link to the book on Amazon.

As for the blog post, I wrote it on the topic of creating characters, something that, thankfully, I do know a little something about. and as such, I thought I would include it in the post here…

“characters. While the plot may be the driving force of the story, it is the characters who you as a writer, and also as a reader, must be able to get behind, sympathise with, enjoy the ride with.

So how do we do this? The characters we create can often be a reflection of ourselves, or others that we know, because creating someone out of nothing except our own will and imagination, and then crafting them into a fully fledged person, is difficult.

But those we create don’t have to be fully formed when we begin, in fact it is better if they are not, the journeys they go on with you, perils and pitfalls you throw them into, people you make them interact with, will shape them ever further.

I think our characters can be like a block of ice, ready to be sculpted. As we create them, their names, their backstories, their motives, we chip away chunks of ice to reveal the figure within, but from there we must continue. As we write the story, our character going though the adventures we have planned for them, more and more ice is chipped away, revealing more of the figure beneath.  

The biggest change to your character is the one that will shape who they are and how they relate to you, the readers and of course other characters in their stories, will they change their tone entirely? will they learn from it?

Personally I think having a balanced leading character is key, of course you want your hero to be supported by the readers, but you don’t want to have a perfectly clear and heroic person, otherwise there is nothing relatable to the reader. They need a flaw, maybe many flaws, things that make them angry, things that make them want to give up. Maybe they don’t cope well under pressure and need to make a speech, maybe they hate goats and the villain has taken up residence on a farm.

I think this is in part why people often like villains, they can often be more relatable and more rounded than their hero counterparts, which is something to be acutely aware of.

With each character flaw, like and dislike, interaction with other characters, relevant or not, more ice will be chipped away from the sculpture, revealing the well formed, well rounded character beneath, and once you have that fully formed character, changes can still be made as they go on further adventures with you. To them, you are their parent, and they of course want to please you.”

Anyway I hope you have enjoyed my little pathetic update, though I promise I will continue to work past the roadblock to somehow get the Orbiter back on track.

In the meantime stay frosty


December (kind of) updates

Hey everyone

Once again I must apologise for my tardiness with regards to posting, particularly the next part of The Orbiter.

I know I have used this excuse before but now it is more prominent than ever, my training concludes in February and as such over the last couple of months (as is sure to continue) everything work related has kicked into overdrive as the deadlines approach, and as such most of my time has been taken up by that.

To be even more honest, with the amount of writing I have to do for work, when I do get home the last thing I have been wanting to do is write even more for fun, its just felt like more of a chore as a result.

There is also the fact that I always struggle with the middle of stories, and while I know the general direction I want to take The Orbiter in, and I know the ending, I’ve been finding getting there quite difficult.

I have however been reading a lot more lately, and finding new inspiration down avenues such as that.

I think I’ve mentioned before that simple, narrative driven action-less games have a bit of a soft spot on me, which started when I stumbled across Gone Home a couple of years ago. Well this is still the case, the last year or so introducing to me Firewatch and Life is Strange.

And it was upon playing the prequel to Life is Strange that I was hit with a weird mood that I haven’t felt in a while, what it would be like to live in a kind of minimal way, buy an RV and live on the road, seeing new places all the time, never sure where the next destination is, that sort of thing.

I know realistically that wouldn’t work over here in the UK, and if I were to do it it would need to be in the States, where the land is bigger, the roads are longer and also more accommodating to vehicles of this sort.

(on another note, Firewatch made me want to spend a summer in a national park such as Yellowstone)

While this update doesn’t serve much purpose really, it I suppose strikes as a reminder that inspiration, both for stories and the growing of self, can strike from just about anywhere.

And while I would like to say the next Orbiter update will be out on time, looking at my schedule, this seems unlikely.

I might try to think of something else to post in its place but I can but apologise, and say to you to not hold your breath for me.

In the meantime stay well, and have a merry Christmas of course!


The Orbiter. Part 17

The fury on Madam Nights face was evident as she forced her way into Lord Cammeo’s office, an act that was unheard of on the stations, even not knocking after being invited was unheard of, and Madam Night certainly didn’t have an invitation at this point.

“Where is she!” Madam Night was not usually one for raising her voice, much less shouting.

Lord Cammeo looked up from his desk in surprise. “Madam Night?” he questioned almost silently, before quickly composing himself.

“Don’t give me that look.” Madam Night practically snarled at her fellow committee member. “You made threats at the last meeting to her, and then she goes missing, her shuttle destroyed and in pieces out in space.”

Lord Cammeo slowly sorted the papers in front of him, tapping them into a nice neat pile. “Perhaps you would like to clarify, where is who exactly?”

Madam Night gripped the back of one of the seats tightly, leaning forwards over it. “You know who I’m talking about.”

Lord Cammeo shook his head slightly. “I’m afraid not, so why don’t you tell me what you think I’ve done?”

“Lady Mitch never made it back to her station after our last meeting, and considering the threats you made after the last meeting, it doesn’t take much to put those two together.”

Lord Cammeo blinked. “I made no threats, I only made a comment that I hoped any replacements would be more agreeable, any threat you took away from that was simply your own interpretation.”

Madam Night felt her eyes narrow. “You and I both know that isn’t true, you have always tried to maintain an air of authority over the other members of the committee, and for as long as I have been here always trying to undermine everyone else.”

Lord Cammeo quickly assessed her composure and gestured towards the two vacant seats. “Sit.”

Madam Night felt herself assessing him in return, but chose to sit down in one of the seats.

“Now.” Lord Cammeo continued. “How do you know this has happened?”

“When I tried to contact her the this morning I couldn’t make contact, and when I finally spoke to one of her servants he informed me that she had never even made it back from the metting.

“As such I had the AIMS of Nimura do a biometric scan of the space around itself, and it found the remains of Lady Mitch’s shuttle, in pieces, drifting.”

“Lord Cammeo absorbed this. “And what of Lady Mitch herself?”

Madam Night paused. “She wasn’t found.”

Now it was Lord Cammeo’s turn for his eyes to narrow. “And what does that mean exactly? Maybe it wasn’t her shuttle after all?”

“What I think it means, is that she was taken and had her shuttle destroyed to make it look like an accident.”

Lord Cammeo shook his head. “Be that as it may, even if it was the case I had nothing to do with it, while I may be disappointed in her attempts at causing and uprising against me I would never stoop to such levels.”

“Lady Mitch had her reasons.” Madam Night breathed slowly. “But if you had nothing to do with it then who did? Where is she?”

Lord Cammeo leant forwards onto his desk, meshing his fingers together as he rested gently on his elbows. “I must say though Madam Night, I am surprised to hear you voicing so much concern for Lady Mitch, or is that really the reason you came barging in here?”

Madam Night recoiled slightly, blinking hard. “I don’t know what you mean by that.”

Lord Cammeo let a faint but obvious smirk show. “You don’t? Or do you just wish to claim that you don’t?” Madam Night remained silent, so Lord Cammeo continued. “You came in here claiming that I had threatened yourself and Lady Mitch and that I had likely made strong on that threat. You came in here acting like you were furious that I would dare attack another member of the Committee, knowing full well that I know the repercussions of such a thing. But I know why you really came in here, I know why you were really so angry, and that’s because…” He leant further forwards than before, if the desk hadn’t been there they would have been almost touching. “You were afraid that all the work you had put into befriending Lady Mitch would all be for nothing, that there was an easier option after all.” With that he leant back in his seat, making no effort to hide the fact that he was pleased with himself.

Madam Night said nothing, her eyes refusing to meet his, instead they glazed over, focused on the corner of the room.

“I see I have hit a nerve with you there.” Lord Cammeo continued. “But do not fret, I had nothing to do with the incident, and if you indeed scanned the area, as so you claim, and found no signs of her or her pilot, then I might make the suggestion that they were not in the shuttle at the time, either that or they were collected.” He trailed off for a moment. “If however they weren’t on the ship…” he found himself trailing off as the gears began to turn in his head.

Madam Night looked up at his pause, and was surprised by the expression on his face, one that clearly indicated his being deep in thought. She seized the moment to speak. “So you seem to think they are alive. At least I can take that away from here.”

Lord Cammeo raised an eyebrow as he looked back at her. “Our discussion is now over, I have told you that I had nothing to do with the potential disappearance or harm to fellow committee member Lady Mitch, and that is where I will leave it.” With that he pressed one of the buttons on his desk to open the door to his office, and began filing through his papers again.

Madam Night stood slowly, composing herself as she did so, carefully watching to see what Lord Cammeo would do. He spoke without looking up from his papers. “If I am nothing else I am a man of my word.” He spoke slowly. “Our agreement is still in place despite your little outburst, but if she is still alive out there you find out how she survived and what happened. And…” He looked up at her, Madam Night sure she saw something in his eyes. “Do not ever accuse me of something like that again.”

Madam Night said nothing in response but slowly walked out of the room, and as soon as she had, she felt it swing shut behind her.

At his desk, Lord Cammeo removed his finger from the door control switch and keyed his intercom. “Ember.” He spoke into it calmly.

“Yes Lord Cammeo.” Came the immediate and eager response.

“Tell Byrd to get the shuttle ready.” Lord Cammeo ordered as he stared at the closed door. “I need to make an unscheduled stop.”

“Right away Lord Cammeo.” Ember chirped before ending the call.

Lord Cammeo sat still for a few moments, pondering over his next move, a missing committee member could swing either way, as his opposition would be dwindling and this would strengthen his hand moving forwards. But on the other hand if the other members thought he was responsible then he could lose strength, or worse, be evicted by WES and RUI.

He stood, his mind made up, first he was to find out who had been on Lady Mitch’s side, and then work out who he could trust to support him, as he knew he had the support of some, if though nothing other than intimidation and bargaining.

His mind made up about his next course of action, he stood and left the room, and walked the short distance down the corridor to where his Shuttle was parked. His pilot, Byrd, had already positioned himself in the cockpit, and as such, the moment Lord Cammeo had seated himself, the engines lit up, and the Shuttle left its dock and powered off into space, its destination, Station Scorpion.

Here we go, I sure hope this lives up to expectations!


Part 16

Part One