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Benwove!!!

8/16/2019

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Benwove means Welcome in Fieldstream, the language I created for The Everlands Chronicles. And you are quite Welcome into my Blog's new home!

Wordpress was a marvelous platform and provided me with meeting so many of y'all, but Shadows Without Sun is now exactly where it needs to be! 

What can you expect from this blog? Madness, Chaos, short stories, updates on my current works, past works, resurrected works, poems, writing advise (hahaha), zen rumblings, and lots of musings written by yours truly!

My writings do not often belong to a single genre, and my reading is just as eclectic, but I hope, that as you tag along on this adventure, you can find something you love, something that clicks with your inner self and then I can say I have done a good job!

Just a quick lil sometin' 'bout m'self, I defy all rules as they are set for me, I love a good challenge, I adore my children and will fight you to the death for their sake, I am not a quitter and I am stubborn as heck on the pursuit of my dreams and defending others. I am currently self-published, I love painting and I love working out but I also love tacos, so don't look for abs just yet! I love without condition and I write without censuring my works. Want to know more? Ask me a question!

Until then, Happy Mischief!
AJ Bell


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    ​AJ Bell

    Ever felt trapped within your mind and there is no way out in sight? Well, that’s me, except, the way out usually comes out as some sort of “art” No, I do not consider myself an artist, but the way my emotions escape me, it allows for poems, stories, paintings and sketches to come to pass. I am just a mere path the muses wander by but never truly linger.

    Plato said: “At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet” I believe this is true, but it goes beyond being touched by love, sometimes we are touched by Death, happiness, peace, anguish, depression, insecurities, our blessings or by the mere sunlight, and once we have been touched, we are changed and in the process of our blessing or our struggles, poetry is  born; a story is told; a canvas is filled with life; art is born. Welcome to the worlds in my head, leave the door open, sometimes it gets weird around here.

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