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Friday Winding Down

I feel invigorated after attending the Ooligan “Write to Publish” Conference at PSU today. I picked up helpful tips and tricks about self-publishing, marketing, editing, and copy write that I want to immediately dive into. Unfortunately, finals are around the corner, so I must file away my goodies.

In other news, I am working on another short story that i hope to put up here for your amusement by the end of June. Also, look for more updates, links, and hijinks to occur more frequently as I gather courage and time to declutter my head.

Slow Transition

I’m a little busier this week then I expected. More writings soon!

Sister Weeping

Once upon a time
I awoke to the sound of gunfire. My home was under siege.
My wife, my daughters. Blood like a scarlet ribbon down the stairs.
My fractured eyes, thousands, darted across the floor.
I lay low. A secret eclipsed by the Venetian blind. I trepaned the words, forcing thought to manifest. My ink, a phantom line creeped over the pale skin of the sacrificial virgin. My orgasm gives her eternal life. Ebon threads through the window, suited for the party. A lonesome sigh, breathed. No, it was spoken. We had invited Laughter, but forgot her sister, Weeping.

News

Welcome to the new home of Wicked Wanderings. Don’t be surprised if every time you visit there is something new or re-arranged. I am currently working on transferring items from the old Blogger and setting up pages for Random Tails, and my own work. Now, if I could just get some coffee…
Feel free to leave some comments here about themes you like or somesuch as well. The current theme seems to be the simplest and has most of what I want to have included in such a space.

~Edited for minor grammar correction.

Harvey

Harvey sat in the miniature rocking chair painted with white lines resembling a small town along the top frame. It was an unpopulated village, devoid of any life except for the single chimney that puffed smoke, giving the house’s occupants away. His black round eyes, dulled by age and dust were fixed on the bed where She lay at night. He longed to lie on the pillows and allow his weary, weakened neck to rest. Instead, he was settled into the hard little chair that never rocked anymore. His head leaned towards the left shoulder, one coat wire ear askew and falling down his cheek. The black yarn that outlined his mouth drooped along with his head and ear. She had tried to mend it once, poking the needle up under his fuzzy pink nose, but it refused to stay in place. How had it come loose again?

Harvey meandered through his memories. There were the numerous tea parties and dress ups. She would tie hats to his head with cedar smelling scarves, and put him in her clothes, a flowery number one day, a blue denim jumpsuit the next. They used to dance to music on a brown record player that had spun only four songs, Strawberry Shortcake Sing-along, Dr. Hook’s Sexy Eyes, Olivia Newton John’s Let’s Get Physical and Neil Diamond’s You Don’t Bring Me Flowers. He had seen them all manifest, as if they were self-fulfilling prophecies; all while he watched strange men take her to that bed. He recalled distant nights where She slept peacefully and held him, and all the other nocturnal hells where She would not stop crying and he nearly drowned or suffocated in her small arms. All of these memories dwelled within him now as he slouched across the room from her, watching her heart break again. He felt decrepit, his brown fur faded and rough, no longer soft to the touch. He wasn’t touchable anymore. He was finally living up to his name sake, Harvey the invisible rabbit.

Update

I am in the throws of deciding when, where, and how to start publishing my work. That means that the 2 or 3 of you who read this are being warned of the future that lies in store for Wicked Wanderings. It may mean more posts, or possibly a move to other services with a different ToS.

Look for updates in the next couple of weeks as I sort this all out. If you are familiar with other electronic mediums that protect content or do not claim rights to it, respond to this post or shoot me an email.

Love and a pill,
~iSirkus

Dream Recorder and now a mini rant

“Dreams may no longer be secret with Japan computer screen”

It’s about time someone started figuring out how to let me record my dreams. And of course it would be the Japanese and not Americans developing this type of technology since most of us seem more then willing to let Hollywood supply fantasy fodder for us!

A dream recorder/display would be one of those gadgets that if it fulfilled its potential to display the worlds and characters of dreamland accurately, would be a must have on my list and may even warrant giving up the Uisce beatha for as long as necessary. Yes, you read that correctly! As stated in Wednesday’s post, I can never get these vingnettes down soon enough or I am robbed of them by NPR’s Morning Edition or BBC’s World Have Your Say (as was the case this morning).

(Completely, Non-sequitur here…But if you are one of these people who are in a lab or room where people are obviously engaging in school or work, take the @#$%ing cellphone out to the hall. I totally just lost my concentration because of this rude behavior.)

And yes, I am now using this blog as a passive means of venting the situation instead of politely asking the girl to go out in the hall. Someone call me, so I can set an example!

Well enough for now, I wanted to step into the creative potential of the dream recording device, but I am easily distracted today. I would promise to come back to it in a later post, but why disappoint you?

Palettes come and go.

My dreams of late have had some great antagonistic characters, ranging from demon spider giantesses to deranged black emperors with cackling voices, even a firey rabbit/cat creature (racatalope?). The unfortunate thing is that I cannot remember their contexts, just visions of color. Damn alarm clock!

I looked for a picture to entertain you and illustrate, but google pics cannot do justice to these figures. I should have taken up drawing.

BAH!

There you have it.