i can’t see where the road goes


I can’t see where the road goes
As through the trees it turns
Though deep inside my heart I feel
A world of wishes burns

But still I follow after
The path my feet must take
Where what awaits is surely more
Than words or wishes make

So show me where the road goes
Or teach me: know I must
Beyond horizons veiled, things are
Awaiting me through trust




In my own little world
All my thoughts are still furled
Like a flag that has never been flown

I will place those thoughts here
In the hope that they’re clear
And if not at least they’ll be my own

Like a bird they fly free
To you all straight from me
You and I will watch life—on it goes

I will follow my road
With the words that I’ve sowed
As the wind in the trees softly blows

(“Thoughts” by Deborah O’Carroll)

It Begins…


Hello there, vast and sparkly world . . . Oh, and all the people in it, too! *waves*

Welcome! Pull up a chair or take up some couch-space, or even sit on the tiger rug by the fireplace (I’m sure he won’t mind—he’s very obliging). There are refreshments on the table over there and the drawbridge is drawn to keep out pesky distractions. Make yourself comfortable and stick around—it will get boring around here without you!

This is where I will talk about writing, books, music, and . . . whatever else comes to mind. Hopefully in an interesting fashion—however remote of a chance there may be of that—and I hope you enjoy it!

But before we reach that point, I fear we must ask the baffling question: Who am I? A very baffling question indeed. The normal answer would be “My name is Deborah. With an ‘h’.” But that does not come much closer to showing who I am other than the fact that I pay close attention to spelling—perhaps enough to annoy people . . .

I suppose the easy answer is “a writer”, but that is a bit vague. (Anyone who ever used a pencil could be called that, I suppose.) I love writing, mostly fantasy and mostly novels. I’ve finished 3 novels and a handful of short stories, and am in the midst of numerous other works. I love my characters, of which I have far too many, who live in my head and manage to make my life . . . interesting. I have far too many stories in the works—over a dozen novels, a smattering of novellas, and far too many short stories to think about. Which brings us to the next obvious step: that I’m a little crazy. (Okay, maybe more than a little . . .)

I also have an obsession with lovely gliding pens. And blank journals. Lots and lots of gorgeous, inspirational journals. Don’t judge; you know you love them too.


I enjoy: composing occasional songs and poetry (the rhyming kind); playing music (on penny whistle, piano, and accordion); drawing (mostly people and animals); and photography. I suppose you could say I lean toward artistic things. Though I should be careful how far I lean, lest I fall on top of it all and break everything . . .

I use ellipses and parenthesis far too often (as you’ve no doubt noticed . . .). I’m a fastidious punctuator and perfectionist, and am very particular about slaying every typo I come across. (Watch, now that I’ve said that, there will be one I’ve missed in this post.)

I believe that is enough to start out with. Now that you know more about me than you could possibly wish to know, I believe this brings the introduction to a close. You may all (or, both of you) return to whatever useful, amusing, or even boring things you were doing before my blog so rudely distracted you. Though before you go I would be immensely delighted if you would leave a comment. 🙂

I shall merely shout my writer-war-cry and be off. “Onward to new horizons! Horizons never seen, horizons merely dreamed of, horizons that have but been glimpsed . . . Onward!”

Thank you so much for stopping by! I plan to post here once a week, and I hope you’ll join me as I travel The Road of a Writer . . .