A Character's Poem

 A character of mine wants to write a poem.

How do you think he did?

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My grave was bare but I kept it well

Sealed within I kept company with ghosts

Your eyes shown in the darkness, peering in

brighter than Winter-moon when pain is sharpest.

My life black ink on pale paper standing still

yet your voice raised it into brilliant song

I've felt the tender touch of cruelty and called it love

but when you touch me there are no threads

walking bones in flesh, I deserved less

Yet I saw that a heart does not need to bleed to beat.

A hand does not need to bruise to hold

Words need not sting or burn to be spoken

It was you that pulled me from this tomb

and told me that I live, I feel, I am.

We may be but two dead men, cold hands clasped

But my heart beat true at your kiss, when I thought death the end

Lets make a poem!

 It has been a while since I've delved into my poetry, so here is something I came up with recently, for your reading pleasure. 

My old job was a huge disaster
That robbed all employees of laughter
We hated the way
That the owners would bray
and kill all our spirits much faster.

Happy Limerick!

(I know, it's terrible. I'm out of practice.)

Progress!

 The newsletter is up!

My landing page has a review, and a picture, and a blurb! 

I'm halfway through draft 2.0, and it's being churned through my writing group!

If my timing is right, the writing group should get through it in about 8 months. Which is plenty of time to cut and trim and adjust everything. 

THEN I can send it through another beta read!

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The Blurb

 Here it is, A draft of the Blurb.

Dani is new to The City and having trouble with life in general. Xe is in debt, behind on rent, and can't get past xyr writer's block. Not only that, but all the jobs xe is qualified for are taken by those in the supernatural community who are clearly better suited to the tasks. 

After a night out with friends to help clear xyr mind, a chaotic bout of violence brings opportunity in it's wake, and Dani finally gets a job: 

Administrative Assistant to Jack, a Necromantic Consultant, who also happens to be the only registered Lich in the continental U.S. 

Among the dilemmas of learning a new and bizarre occupation, Dani also has to come to terms with the possibility that xyr boss is a powerful Necromancer... who might be involved in an unprecedented string of vicious Zombie attacks.

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 Greetings and Salutations!

I know, I know. I haven't been consistent, or reliable, or even present for a very long time. For this, I must ask your forgiveness, and beg a little more of your patience. 

I attempted a project several months ago. It was not a failure! In fact, had I and the world been more aligned, I am rather sure it might have come to something marvelous! However, that was (as you can guess,) not the case. Life got right in the middle of me and the world as we tried to start this tango, and fouled up our footwork.

Luckily, things are smoothing out! Have I put the previous project on hold? Yes. Have I once more thought about another project? Also, yes.

I thought of something a little easier to manage. Something that can reflect my eagerness and efforts to be published in the world of weird and delightful fantasy. Something that can be an outlet to my passions and pursuits. Something that won't require ALL of my brain-space at once.

A Newsletter.

I have always loved newsletters. I love the very IDEA of them. So, I thought, what about a monthly newsletter? About writing, and reading, and my new novel, and all of that lovely stuff?

So, I made myself a Mailchimp account, and I've gotten started!

(As you might have noticed, there's a subscribe button, bottom right, under my other links. Hint hint.)

And because I know this is a concern in such trying times, yes, the Newsletter is free. It is so easy now-a-days to support the ones you love, and this is even easier than going to a website to read my writing. This is a newsletter e-mail that you don't even have to read.

So! We begin this new chapter! Huzzah! Lets go!

The Cycle

 Born, live, school, sort of live, work, work some more, change jobs, work again, eventually die.

Poem for the day.

Connections are fluid

melding between people like water around rocks.

We are different with animals.

We say we're just like them, but we aren't, are we?

We're the smarter, uglier versions

Upgraded with lots of bugs in the system

It wasn't broke. 

Why did we fix it?

How is it better to be what we are now;

Slaving and working and struggling

Limitations invisible and all-consuming

Dreams just dreams and mostly unattainable.

Why can't we be like Dogs?

Curled and comfortable,

loving without reason or expectation

Simple kindnesses appreciated

With no agendas or machinations past a good meal and a kiss.

I don't like it here.