Some more new fiction--dramedic fantasy.

If "dramedy" is drama-comedy, then obviously "dramedic" is the adjective form. Right? Anyway, I've been working on a longer work than normal (though honestly, I still haven't built up the attention span to write even a novella). Right now it's going to be in its rough stages, because I have not given it the rigorous editing I tend to give my other work. So if it's awkward in places, feel free to tell me. I am more doing this for fun than anything else, and letting the story guide itself a little bit rather than planning it out beforehand. So, with that all side, welcome to PART ONE of
Maggie and the Dragon

More fiction.

I don't like this as much as my previous story "Red." This took me a great deal longer to write as well--the characters would not say things the way I wanted them to for awhile. But I finally got it down.

The Exterminator

I wonder if I can generate some traffic here.

If it weren't for Blogger being nice and providing my stats, I would never know if anyone ever read my blog.

But, as an experiment, I'm writing a poem that is all about search engine hits. Or something.

Hookers hookers hookers
Tornados and
Viagra

Let's see the visitors pour in now!

Changed up the blog a bit.

So, I changed the design of my blog. This feels cooler. At least, I think it feels cooler. As soon as I learn more fancy-pants things to do, maybe I will do them.

And I added a picture. I look that blurry in real life. And that purple.

I also added a couple of new blogs to the blogroll, one being Left in Alabama, which probably doesn't need a lot of explanation. I mean, anyone to the left of Hitler is a pinko here (look, I just Godwinized my own blog!)

The other blog I added is Reassembler. He is a very interesting person and I highly recommend his blog.

I should have some new fiction up in the next couple of days, and hopefully I'll have some new music, or at least lyrics, for you before the month of June is over. I am hoping that the Collaborator and I can release an EP by year's end. We'd probably only sell a dozen copies, but it would be OUR record! Neat, right?

Scratch what I said before--and new poem.

You know, I have talked so much about the tornado, because people keep asking me questions, that I just don't want to talk about it anymore. So. That said. Today I wrote a poem. It's not in any traditional form, which was a departure for me. Here it is.

Weapons

You will need three knives. (At least. Bring more.)
One of silver, to ward against wolves.
One of iron, to fend off fairies.
And one of bronze, to open doors (to other realms, and other lives).

A musical instrument. Like a lyre, or a lute
Or a harp (or harmonica). Maybe a flute.
An iPod would do. They don't like technology.
They have issues with order, with zeroes and ones.

Take a candle. (Or a torch. Or a flamethrower. Take several.)
You wondered why you were afraid of the dark as a child.
You'll soon remember.
The darkness is where the wilder things go wild.

A skeleton key. A ball of twine.
A gorgon's head if you've got it.
(You've not? More's the pity.)
A few more odds and ends and you should be fine.

Remember no bowstring should match the nimbleness of your wits.
That no shield should be as steadfast as your heart.
That no blade should equal the sharpness of your mind.
Remember that, and you should be fine.

Sorry about not posting.

Pretty much all of you have heard about the tornadoes that tore through Alabama on April 27th. Well, I live in the city of Tuscaloosa and my house was in the path of the Tuscaloosa tornado. (Which would've made a great sports team name...until now.)

The house is damaged but still stands but until we get power back I am couch-surfing a bit with my various relatives. It's a bit amusing to me that we were there a month and then this happens. Mostly because something needs to amuse me right now.

I will devote my next blog post to the actual experience, complete with pictures. But it's going to be awhile. Until then, keep away from great big swirly bastard clouds from the sky. Or anywhere else, because a great big swirly bastard cloud from the ground is pretty bad too.