Triplets are we, I’m center of three
I’ve more kin, but out of my sight.
Bound into place, we sit face to face.
Left brother is three less than right.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Weekly Enigma
You never meant to let me in and you can't get me out on your own.
I'm nothing to see when I'm out in the world, but once I get close I am shown.
I'm nothing to see when I'm out in the world, but once I get close I am shown.
Monday, August 10, 2009
Weekly Enigma
It leaves heavy tracks across the land but doesn't have any feet.
It growls and shrieks as it passes by and hurries 'cross the street.
It growls and shrieks as it passes by and hurries 'cross the street.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
The Gauntlet Revisited
Those of you who have been following my little adventure from the start know that I have been working hard to get published this year. That, or at least collect a healthy stack of rejection letters from a few magazines, 20 in total by August 2010. As of last night I’ve got two rejection letters, that’s 10% of the whole show. With a single year left before I am standing tall before the man I need to knock out about 1.5 stories a month to meet this deadline. I have no shortage of things I am eager to write about so this is really just a logistical problem at this point. Where do I find the time?
I have to be at work early on weekdays, so mornings are out unless I start waking up at 6AM. My weekday evenings are usually a good time, but I am often pretty exhausted by then. Weekends are ok, but I am often out doing something with friends. Really, my most productive time is Sunday afternoons, the laundry hours, but that is not nearly enough.
Looking back at this little calendar of excuses makes me ashamed of myself. Stephen King managed to knock out a his first few novels when he was working full time in a laundry and teaching, not to mention raising a couple kids. If I can’t have that kind of discipline while working an office job and having no major responsibilities outside of work I have no business calling myself a writer.
I have to be at work early on weekdays, so mornings are out unless I start waking up at 6AM. My weekday evenings are usually a good time, but I am often pretty exhausted by then. Weekends are ok, but I am often out doing something with friends. Really, my most productive time is Sunday afternoons, the laundry hours, but that is not nearly enough.
Looking back at this little calendar of excuses makes me ashamed of myself. Stephen King managed to knock out a his first few novels when he was working full time in a laundry and teaching, not to mention raising a couple kids. If I can’t have that kind of discipline while working an office job and having no major responsibilities outside of work I have no business calling myself a writer.
Monday, August 3, 2009
Weekly Enigma
“Be a good man and start a fire.”
Said I to the Butler in fine attire.
“I don’t mean to complain, but this place is quite plain.
If I don’t get some heat, I’ll expire!”
Where was I?
Said I to the Butler in fine attire.
“I don’t mean to complain, but this place is quite plain.
If I don’t get some heat, I’ll expire!”
Where was I?
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