New Site Design

The new site design is finished. For those that haven't been there yet, you should find it easy to read and simple to navigate. http://charlescolp.com/

New main site redesign

Finished most of my new site design. Can't wait to get my first new post up to see how it works out. I have added several new features to make it cleaner and easier to jump in and start reading. I have some more ideas planned and will be putting them in place once I figure out the best way to implement them. For now, it is ready for prime time. 

Charles Colp

Sprite in Hell

Sprite learns more than she wanted to know and from an unlikely source.

Sprite in Hell

pain pain go away

I hate missing deadlines with a passion. Of course this still comes second to migraines. They are possibly the worst thing I have had to deal with, the getting sick, light sensitivity, etc. I am pretty sure over the years my doctors have tried every medicine under the sun to help. usually followed by a shoulder shrug and more tests when it stops working. If you have never had one, please know how blessed you are. It makes normal headaches feel like a little booboo. So I missed my deadline last night but determined to catch up and get ahead since these seem to come in groups lately. Hope everyone finds themselves well.

Genre bending

For those not sure what genre I fit in, you aren't alone. I am writing as much as I can in different genres and styles to broaden myself as  writer. I will never feel I have nothing new to learn so I plan to keep writing different stuff until I die. My favorite genre though is suspense and Urban Fantasy. I don't have a preference between male or female leads and am just as comfortable with one as I am the other. Hope this clears things up as to where to put that pigeonhole to stick me in lol.

Writing and life

I took forever but finally committed to writing more regularly. I know it is something I love and have kept to myself too long. So I have been forcing myself to do something I am not used to doing. Putting out rough first drafts. I realized i was never happy enough with anything I wrote to think it was done, thus it never got published to the web or anywhere other than my notebooks. I know where this is headed but it will take a while to get where I am ready to actually publish for real. Time to get back to writing.

Found my past

I found my past today, actually my wife found it for me. I once wrote poems to cope with things that I otherwise didn't have the ability or knowledge to deal with on a daily basis. These are 2 of my poems I like (i.e. don't want to throw into a fire to erase the emotions and the memories of)

Lone Wolf

I hear him howling in the night

and I see with my second sight

the images and the pain

never to feel his life again

He once was a pup so full of joy

and any old stick could be his toy

then one day his father left

he couldn't understand this thing called death

That night his mother she came

and she taught him the truth of his name

this was a talk between father and son

she had to tell him for father he had none

He wandered alone for days

as his mind was swimming in a haze

still confused he laid down to rest

with his heart still deep in his breast

Late that night he heard a sound

of his mother crying and evil abound

was it his mind that caused the fear

or was it really his mothers tear

He ran as fast as any wind

for his mothers life he had to defend

when he reached his home he knew

there was nothing left for him to do

That night he made a solemn vow

and it didn't matter when or how

one day he would catch that evil thing

and show him why the wolf is king

He tracked and tried for years alone

but to him the beast was never shown

then one day a family was his

so he quit and settled with the Ms.

Time passed quickly on by

till one night he heard his mates cry

he ran as fast as he possibly could

jumping and leaping over the rotting wood

He ran so fast with his body so lean

until he reached that horrible scene

with his heart pounding he saw a sight

three of his pups were dead this night

The with a growl he turned his head

but all he could see were his pups so dead

then the beast turned to kill again

but this time he would have to defend

he heard a shot, like thunder it hit

then he knocked the beast down to sit

he attacked the head and then the throat

until it's blood covered his coat

He checked his mate and remaining pup

and with a howl rears his head up

he guides his mate back to their home

then alone he goes to roam

As the blood of his kill mingles with his own

he remembers the deeds he has sown

and as he lays down to die

He fills the air with his mournful cry

written 08/15/1992

A Good Friend

With love in my eye's

I give you a vow

though I don't know

quite when or how

That if you ever need

to feel secure

no matter what pains

I must endure

If ever you feel

that your will is not there

I'll give you my strength

and show that I care

If you ever want

to feel my heart beat

just to prove

that we are concrete

If you ever wish

just for a friend

that is how we started

and for forever to end

If you ever look

for somewhere to cry

put your head to my chest

until your tears are dry

And if you desire

someone to love

that is the day

I'll thank heaven above.

written 11/19/1994

Ok I think that is enough putting myself out there now. I have never shared these except with close friends or family. So anyway there they are. Hope you like them, if not that is ok too.

I want to thank @churchpunkmom and @tastelikecrazy on twitter for inspiring me to publish these for the world by sharing their amazing writings with all of us.