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I finally gave my Mom a copy of my latest children's story. A couple of days later my father called to tell me he'd read it, and liked it. My father never reads anything.
It was the dedication that did it... The story is based on a conversation my late brother and I had when I was little, so I dedicated it to Shawn. I kind of hoped they'd pick up on that and read it, and give me some feedback. I'm evil that way.
So far my Witch-Tree story is my favorite, but this one is (obviously) close to my heart. I've been thinking about writing it for a very long time, so it's nice to know it's finally out there in the world and that it means something to somebody, even if that somebody is my own Daddy.
We're getting close to the cut-off date, when I'll have to send out another round of submissions. I'm a wee bit frustrated because I haven't worked on "Touch" in well over a week - and, damn it, I just got my first netflix picks delivered AND there are some things I'm looking forward to watching this season, so AACK, getting myself in front of the laptop is getting harder. But I'm doing okay with my new cool as a cucumber attitude. It'll come. It always does.
Went to the local poetry open mic session for the first time in months, and read for the first time in a very long time. I read "Session" and another, spooky little poem. Got to see some friendly faces from the old school gang ( brags2bitches says I'm allowed to call myself "old school" because I started going eight years ago, and that's close enough to ten). Had a blast, and came away with the loved-churchy-oh-so-fresh feeling. Made me feel like it's all good. Made me want to start going on a regular basis again. Now that the Kinglet is older, I think I just might do that. The God-King has been going to a woodworking group once a month, so I think it would work out nicely if I get to do my thing once a month too.
Indeed.
It was the dedication that did it... The story is based on a conversation my late brother and I had when I was little, so I dedicated it to Shawn. I kind of hoped they'd pick up on that and read it, and give me some feedback. I'm evil that way.
So far my Witch-Tree story is my favorite, but this one is (obviously) close to my heart. I've been thinking about writing it for a very long time, so it's nice to know it's finally out there in the world and that it means something to somebody, even if that somebody is my own Daddy.
We're getting close to the cut-off date, when I'll have to send out another round of submissions. I'm a wee bit frustrated because I haven't worked on "Touch" in well over a week - and, damn it, I just got my first netflix picks delivered AND there are some things I'm looking forward to watching this season, so AACK, getting myself in front of the laptop is getting harder. But I'm doing okay with my new cool as a cucumber attitude. It'll come. It always does.
Went to the local poetry open mic session for the first time in months, and read for the first time in a very long time. I read "Session" and another, spooky little poem. Got to see some friendly faces from the old school gang ( brags2bitches says I'm allowed to call myself "old school" because I started going eight years ago, and that's close enough to ten). Had a blast, and came away with the loved-churchy-oh-so-fresh feeling. Made me feel like it's all good. Made me want to start going on a regular basis again. Now that the Kinglet is older, I think I just might do that. The God-King has been going to a woodworking group once a month, so I think it would work out nicely if I get to do my thing once a month too.
Indeed.