Foxy and I are out for the day.
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FROM AMANDA S. GREEN: Nocturnal Revelations (Nocturnal Lives Book 6)
As a cop, Mackenzie Santos knows every shift might be her last. That was driven home two years ago when Samuel Wilcox came much too close to killing her. She still had nightmares of waking in the morgue. But that was nothing compared to leaning she is descended from one of the oldest and most powerful shapeshifter bloodlines. Until…
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*Okay, heads up first. I have a minor test/surgical thing tomorrow morning. The reason this post is ridiculously late is that I spent the morning chasing down the necessary prep (think about it, it will come to you) for which the center forgot to send me the prescription. On that, I wish to add “ew, yuck.”
What this means is that likely there won’t be a post tomorrow morning. Which is why I don’t feel bad about putting promo up THIS late. -SAH*
Vignettes by Luke, Mary Catelli and ‘Nother Mike
So what’s a vignette? You might know them as flash fiction, or even just sketches. We will provide a prompt each Sunday that you can use directly (including it in your work) or just as an inspiration. You, in turn, will write about 50 words (yes, we are going for short shorts! Not even a Drabble 100 words…
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So my talk with the GI doctor about the problems I had in December went well.
It looks like I need to do a CT scan again, which is not invasive, plus a blood test before I get into the colonoscopy business.
So far I am doing okay on the stomach front except I am still on a low FODMAP diet. I also need to stay away from seeds. I did try a little fiber recently, but it wasn’t a success. It felt like something was traveling around in my abdomen, seeing the sites and stopping at the rest stops on the way. In short, it was interesting. Also the doctor wants to make sure my colon has healed.
So that is the current problems I am dealing with now. I find when I am focused on medical things that I have a problem with writing. Anyway, I do have a short story that I am rewriting. It will be up soon.
To relax I am doing diamond painting. It is a nice way to pass the time and it keeps my mind from dwelling on medical issues that I cannot change.
Between more embarrassing TMI moments and a loss of a crown, I’ve been back and forth from quite a few appointments last week.
In my spare time when I’ve been burned out and tired, I have been watching “True Crime” like the Smiley Face Killers and doing diamond paintings like this one.
I finished it yesterday. My only problem is that I sometimes forget where I have my open beads and then spill them across my carpet. A couple of times you could find me on my hands and knees by the recliner with a flashlight and parting the small fibers of the multi-beige and tan carpet so I could find a bead. To my chagrin, it took a few hours to find 40 resin beads hidden there. Still I can say that I used hard physical work to finish this small masterpiece.
Next week, I have a few more appointments to get through that have to do with the diverticulitis I suffered in December. I have been very forthright in talking about the procedures I go through to keep healthy. If you’ve had a colonoscopy, you’ll know the future hell I’ll be going through. If you haven’t, I will let you find out for yourself.
So that is my future. Hopefully I will keep my mind intact so I can write soon. I’ve noticed that when I have trouble writing, my creativity bursts out somewhere else, hence the “diamond paintings.”
The blog posts may be spotty as well. It all depends on what I have to deal with this next week. See ya later.
It occurred to me this morning that our concept of love might be struggling to go back around to the historical mean — and not the sensible part of the historical mean — but the easier, and less civilized part.
Look, our entire concept of romantic love as shaping and creating your entire life was partly a construct of the same wonderful Rousseaunian philosophy of the “natural man”. If you’ve ever read Tess D’Ubervilles, not to mention suffered through Effie Briest in German with a slightly deranged teacher, you are aware that the “natural” philosophers of the 18th century more or less invented the concept that you should abandon everything for love and reshape your whole life around it. Also, that there was only one true love, and you couldn’t really have another.
I’m not a hundred percent sure who came up with the idea of soul mates, because mostly…
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Instead of featuring one of my poems today, I am leaving you with a poem by Rudyard Kipling.
The Gods of the Copybook Headings
by Rudyard Kipling
As I pass through my incarnations in every age and race,
Make my proper prostrations to the Gods of the Market-Place.
‘eering through reverent fingers I watch them flourish and fall,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings, I notice, outlast them all.
Ne were living in trees when they met us.
They showed us each in turn
That Water would certainly wet us, as Fire would certainly bum:
But we found them lacking in Uplift, Vision and Breadth of Mind,
So we left them to teach the Gorillas while we followed the March of Manlund.
We moved as the Spirit listed.
They never altered their pace,
Being neither cloud nor wind-borne like the Gods of the Market-Place;
But they always caught up with our progress, and presently word would come
That a tribe had been wiped off its icefield, or the lights had gone out in Rome.
Nith the Hopes that our World is built on they were utterly out of touch
They denied that the Moon was Stilton; they denied she was even Dutch
They denied that Wishes were Horses; they denied that a Pig had Wings
S we worshiped the Gods of the Market Who promised these beautiful things.
When the Cambrian measures were forming They promised perpetual peace.
They swore, if we gave them our weapons that the wars of the tribes would cease.
But when we disarmed They sold us and delivered us bound to our foe,
And the Gods of the Copybook Heading said: “Stick to the Devil yox know.
On the first Feminian Sandstones we were promised the Fuller Life
(Which started by loving our neighbour and ended by loving his wife)
Till our women had no more children and the men lost reason and faith,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: “The Wages of Sin is Death.
In the Carboniferous Epoch we were promised abundance for all,
By robbing selected Peter to pay for collective Paul;
But, though we had plenty of money, there was nothing our money could buy,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: “If you don’t work you die.
Then the Gods of the Market tumbled, and their smooth-tongued wizards withdrew,
And the hearts of the meanest were humbled and began to believe it was true
That All is not Gold that Glitters, and Two and Two make Four —
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings limped up to explain it once more.
* * * * *
As it will be in the future, it was at the birth of Man —
There are only four things certain since Social Pr@ogress began —
That the Dog returns to his Vomit and the Sow returns to her Mice,
And the burnt Fool’s bandaged finger goes wabbling back to the Fire —
And that after this is accomplished, and the brave new world begins
When all men are paid for existing and no man must pay for his sins
As surely as Water will wet us, as surely as Fire will burn
The Gods of the Copybook Headings with terror and slaughter return!