Becoming

"It's not what you are, but what you don't become that hurts." – Oscar Levant

Guilt and Sadness

I feel guilty posting because I have no time to read the blogs of those of you who comment here.

I am sad because I love to read your blogs and I have no time.

I am working on several short stories, trying to get some ready to submit to the WD contest which deadlines May 15th. I am also trying to re-write and edit my two NaNo stories and add to my Divine Death story.

If someone with lots of money wants to be my patron so I can quit my day job and write full time, email me.

Fire

Flames shot into the air, consuming the breathable oxygen within a twenty foot radius of the conflagration. Attendants placed more timber into the fire pit, bending low in an effort to avoid losing the hair on their hands and arms. The aged wood fed the roaring heat, increasing its hunger instead of satiating it.

The red, orange and purple blaze twisted and danced, until the energy formed a demon with finger tips that stretched to the stars. In unexpected ferocity, the fire fiend reached out and snatched an acolyte to its breast, consuming him in a shriek of agony and pain. The unwilling sacrifice melted and congealed, calming the soul of the inferno.

Update 4/10/08: This was inspired by my brother who can't get enough wood in the firepit to satisfy his boyish heart.

Thank you all for your wonderful comments. This is part of a short story which I will be submitting to the WD writing contest in May.

I will be adding an installment to Divine Death this weekend.

And I updated my reading list on the sidebar to the right there.

White Trash Weekend

Four generations of one family in an RV for the weekend in the Pine Barrens of New Jersey. Need I say more?

My father turned 77 on Sunday, April 6th. We will be taking him for a NASCAR weekend to Dover International Raceway end of May. Tickets for Sunday’s race at the Start/Finish line, row six: lots of beer and red meat. His favorite driver is Jeff Gordan, who drives car 24 not 45, like The Dip, yours truly, put on his Birthday card.

The limerick for my father:

It’s possible that Jeff could win
At the race where you haven’t yet been.
He could make your day
Special in a birthday way,
As long as his car doesn’t spin.

Shhh, Don't Tell Anyone You've Seen Me

Rabbit, Rabbit why are you so wet?
Froggy, Froggy, I lost a bet.

The whole problem with the world is that fools and fanatics are always so certain of themselves, but wiser people so full of doubts. - Bertrand Russell (1872 - 1970)

One of our salesmen called out of work today because his neighbor let twelve chickens go in his backyard and he must collect them. It may take awhile because he thinks the chickens are cockfighters from Camden and he's afraid of them.

Foolish April Horoscopes

Aquarius - January 21 to February 19 - Only a fool uses garlic salt with tequilla.

Pisces - February 20 to March 20 - Loyalty changes the fool.

Aries - March 21 to April 20 - Don't play the fool to be loved.

Taurus - April 21 to May 21 - Red leads a fool astray.

Gemini - May 22 to June 21 - Pull yourselves together to avoid being a fool.

Cancer - June 22 to July 22 - Even a fool leaves the house sometimes.

Leo - July 23 to August 23 - A king can be a fool.

Virgo - August 24 to September 23 - Friends won't fool you.

Libra - September 24 to October 23 - Fool and fanatic: two sides of the same coin.

Scorpio - October 24 to November 22 - A fool spites himself.

Sagittarius - November 23 to December 23 - Changing hats doesn't change the fool.

Capricorn - December 24 to January 20 - Lying to yourself makes you a fool.