Posts made in August, 2016

Blog #43: Odin’s Ordeal (Day 5)

Blog #43: Odin’s Ordeal (Day 5)

Uh!  I suck at writing blogs… and—or… but, I mean… in the sense that I just don’t ever (rarely) do it…  I started off pretty well.  The first year, methinks I managed about three a month—of putting at least something out there… (in here…)  But now?  Oh, what the hell is the point?  (Nobody reads this shit anyway…)   So here’s some stuff I jotted recently:     Spells of Asphyxiation:  Warming Trend   “Uh!  I enjoyed that with all the profuseness of my generally darkly nebulous demeanor!” “So it was good?” “…It was okay…”       Vigil of St. Oswald  (2016)   I want to be anywhere else but here… though I know, when I get there, I still won’t be happy.       Just Peachy, Thanks!   “That… is a mighty fine looking peach you’ve got there!  But you’re far too conservative in your eating of it, methinks; don’t mind me—feel free to slurp vociferously if you’d like.” “Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no—I couldn’t.  I reserve truly slurpy sounds exclusively for very hot soup and oral sex… (if saying such isn’t entirely redundant!)” “Ah, so a Presbyterian then…”       That’s How Grandma Noonie Died  (#1)   “Holy crud!  You’re choking!  Are you okay?” “I’m sorry—yes, I’ll be fine.  I was just eating some almonds, and it always chokes me up a bit… you see, that’s how Grandma Noonie died…” “She choked on some almonds?” “No, I ate her.”       The One Who Got Away   —though doesn’t such imply I ever really had a chance with her?   …then, with so many years gone by, I see her gazing at me across a crowded room, an inquisitive twinkle in her eyes…   At first I think:  Is she wondering, as do I, about what might have been? …but then I think:  Oh, crap! How long have I been just staring at her?!…       from ‘More Than Kin and Less Than Kind’ (the novel I’m currently writing):   But the bear remained silent, staring off into the forest and absently scratching his belly. “Or not,” surmised Konstantin.  “At any rate, I must profess, ‘tis passing strange for us to meet a bear of your intelligence—let alone loquaciousness.  I’ve heard of such far away in the west, beyond the Karzelek Mountains, but—” “You think bears be unintelligent?” asked...

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