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Wednesday, September 30th, 2009

Last Drink Bird Head

Tuesday, September 29th, 2009

Image stolen (with some permission) from Jeff VanderMeer’s blog.
I’ve got a piece in here, along with authors like Tanith Lee, Peter Straub, Caitlain R. Kiernan, Gene Wolfe, Stephen R. Donaldson, and dozens of others.  There’s a lot more detail on Jeff’s blog, including who benefits(ProLiteracy), and how to order it.
There are bits and pieces on […]

Color - Orange

Tuesday, September 29th, 2009

2 points to whoever can name the book I’m reading.  Hint: it’s not one of mine.


Monday, September 28th, 2009

I have written several stories in which a harlequin of some type is featured. This particular harlequin doll was, in fact, designed by a madwoman in Midnight, the City of Night.

My Humble Home

Sunday, September 27th, 2009

Self Portrait Day 281.
I live modestly, in an outhouse on a patch of grass in the middle of an industrial park.  It’s quiet, at night.  And I’ve gotten quite accustomed to sleeping whilst standing.

On Guard (Sitting Down on the Job)

Saturday, September 26th, 2009

Self Portrait Day 280/365.
Do I guard the tree (and its portal to another world) from the residents of ours, or am I the last defense against whatever may arise from those depths?
You tell me.
Either way, it appears I’m not doing so good a job; I wonder what has distracted me…

Quiet Time

Friday, September 25th, 2009

Day 279.  Letter Q:
Quiet time for reflection, considerations, ponderings, and miscellaneous thought.
Today, I answered questions and three people furiously scribbled in a mad attempt to get what I was saying.
Today, I watched numbers climb that I thought would perhaps not climb so high.
Today, I was reminded of a past wrong done to me.  I would’ve […]

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Thursday, September 24th, 2009


Wednesday, September 23rd, 2009

Pink Clouds

Tuesday, September 22nd, 2009

Some days, the sun shines in a different shade, the songs are song in a different tone. And some days, the clouds are perfect, and brilliant, and wonderful. Those are the days you must stop, you must breathe deep, you must sigh.
If you don’t check my FlickR account every once in a while, you’ll […]

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