I’m extraordinarily excited that it’s the 1st of October! Perhaps, because this month signifies the Fall Season far more nostalgically than September or November for me. Or perhaps, because it is now officially one month until the release of The Zen Lounge. Either way, I’m brimming with energy this morning.
To add even more zest to my coffee, my second cover ad went up over at Love, Lust and Lipstick Stains this morning! If you have a moment, you should go check their site out here: http://www.lovelustandlipstickstains.com/ There are a lot of new release reviews, author interviews and giveaways for readers, so if you’re into adult romance and need something new to read, this is a great place to look into!
I missed my own deadline for this new post I was trying to set up. Two weeks ago, I had each of my kids select 3 random words that I was supposed to create something out of and post the following Wednesday. Better late than never? Hey, it’s football season. Yeah, nuff said is right. I ended up doing a kind of “free write” this time around, which I can never do without it coming out as some kind of rant. It’s not even my rant, per se, but could be one of my many character’s! I didn’t polish it, save for the spelling mistakes, so this is the raw creation. Chosen words are in bold (obviously). Enjoy!
Destiny calls on very few, given the shoddy state of our previous heroes
Those seldom-timers, gallant by fate, brave by luck
They all fit in the same box, that may have belonged to a most unfortunate woman
Like the incessant drill of a woodpecker‘s beak, their names were chiseled into our brainstems
Yet not the whole of their misdeeds, those flawed personalities so brazen by popularity
And what of Achilles? His might was ambidextrous, the murdering bastard
Demigods and their arrogance, no better than the chosen emperor
Vomiting glory from one corner of the globe to the other, the stench of innocent blood in their wake
Only to end up dead by their weaknesses, that vulnerability never celebrated by the mob despite
the acceptance of it; waved off, looked the other way, he’s entitled, isn’t he? He’s a goddamn hero!
So let him fuck his life to death, we cannot find any intelligence to suggest the process should work any other way!
Lest we turn to the Disney philosophy of sugar coating the best of it and weaving
lies to cover up the worst of it, heaven forbid the Gods of Old be incestuous, those pagans shouldn’t
be allowed their own culture – we have no way of making it politically correct!
Go on, blow your Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious noses on the sleeves of TRUE history
Inflate laughter and folly into the suffering and traditions that vein through your borrowed myths like marble
They will still be here when you are no longer, and the wise will throw parades for the
new heroes who can clearly see the ancient roots in their quantum, Pi-filled existence…