Pilot Light

Written by James Record in 2014.

You are my pilot light,
Forever burning,
Providing warmth and comfort,
Long after the fusion of the stars burns out.
You supply the spark,
To get the fires going,
No amount of water or fire proofing,
Can extinguish your flame in my heart.

But now instead of a warming tropical heart,
Where life is diverse and nurturing,
I am left a dry baron wilderness,
A hot desert without rest from the cruel sun.
No matter how vast the crevasse between us,
I can reason as to why sometimes we must,
Be left in the cold darkness,
And that warmth means more,
Than the magma crater which one must ascend,
To escape its overwhelming eternal fire.

Once risen from the dissipating seas,
The depths are not enough,
To quench the fire within,
Nor are the arctic waters flooding overhead.
I am left drowning in an empty ocean,
My lifeline a thousand miles away,
Once pulled ashore,
By a friend I thought I had lost forever,
The pilot light still burning.

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Back on track

Now my NaNoWriMo entry from 2013 has been completed and is published in paperback and on kindle I will be able to continue work with my medieval fantasy novel which I still aim to have complete (or at least the first draft of) by the end of summer 2014.

Cells Divided

Cells Divided is the third novel written by James Record. It was self-published on Lulu.com in 2014 and is also available as an eBook on Amazon Kindle.

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When Francis escapes from prison fifteen years after being falsely convicted for murdering his best friend, he gets picked up by the staff of a nearby psychiatric hospital, who are searching for a missing patient called Jordan, who escaped the same night.
Francis at first decides he would be better living this man’s identity to escape the authorities, however begins to regret this decision when he is subjected to treatments for a man suffering with a personality disorder.
After some time, Francis begins to doubt whether or not he ever escaped from prison in the first place, after Jenny the head psychiatrist convinces him that the last fifteen years of his life were all in his imagination.