Andrew Michael Miller's Thought Backlog
Writer and working Agile professional. Author of Pancho's Fall.
One of the important characters in my upcoming novel Pancho's Fall is a man by the name of Gelmiro Mendibar, from a town called Colena in the Northern kingdoms of Caelon. While Gelmiro will play a smaller role in the novel, I have chosen Gelmiro to be the first main character to be introduced in the World of El Tor, in his own story which will showcase how he came to be the surrogate father of the titular character in my novel.
This is one of my favorite fun edits of all time. I was asked to film some footage of the band Zephaniah by my good friend Justin Zych. As a stipulation, I asked if along with handing the footage over, I could use it for a fun editing project. He agreed, and then I quickly turned this video around in no time at all. Don't ask me why I picked Roy Orbison - maybe I just had this song stuck in my head? At any rate, this is my pick for this week's throwback.
"Jewel of the North"
Though eye did see and heart did know
The sting of losses too great to show
When Old Shalona and Ismar fell
And too late did ring poor Aston's bells
Yet the brave King his men did call
And I, your knight, with arms and all
My love for thee, o twinkling gem
Shined through the trees, your diadem
Though demons prowled the roads of dread
And darkness fell where they did tread
Trampled flowers and trampled fields
Tremendous strength they did so wield
Yet bravely did King Ávalos rally
His troops and tramps through the valley
Outnumbered we, one to five
We made our stand and gave our lives
And at the hour most uncertain
The Sun shone through a golden curtain
For alas from Western boundaries
Came hillrunners and horses through the trees
King of Olenos, his army did reprieve
Vestillan soldiers, our hopes retrieved
And on they cut into the night
Claiming vict'ry, our Northern rite
And when the morning light was bare
Reflecting in the waters clear
The Jewel of the North still stands
And demons now have left our lands,
They met the ground with their feet
Surely spelling their defeat
Now brothers we the North are born
The Torian North forever sworn
