My life...meh is one word for it. Disappointing is another. And I'll leave it at that before I get angrily annoyed.

Ugh.

So what else will I post about now...I posted about the loss of my Loopy Shorts. Sure they were a bit tight...but now is not the time for such expenses.

8-(.

I'll pay by credit card of course, but..it all adds up to more spending weight to carry.

8-(.

I did sell a book early yesterday morning though.

8-).

But I need to sell so many more.

8-(.

Sigh.


Now it's time for me to go
Before the weight of my woe
Done drags me down
And I more than frown
But curse out loud again
For this my current when


At least it's good for my poetry right? Yes, but I am good regardless. So I can do without the suck.

Sigh.

Next when.


Charles Petrie

HammerNails Syndrome

Again, I don't know what I want to post about. Is it time to retreat back to just melodramatic as my one posting of the day?

Hmm, I will think on it.

Well, this is a really good blog right?

Wrong is the song
That he sings himself
That no one quite listens to
Which leaves him blue

That makes it better.

A sigh is never enough
But they would not listen
If I cried my bitterness
That my brilliance
Seems too dull in their eyes

This even better than. Though, I've written better verses today...and many other days. So...meh maybe.

Well, that seems like a sufficient posting to me. So I will go.

Next when.


Charles Petrie

Decisions

Again I come here easily enough, only to find no great urge to post a blog. Shall I cut it down to one, maybe two a day...or more if the spirit is willing and use the "extra" time to work on the long in coming graphic novel?

Hmm.

That is definitely a possibility at this moment.

The one most often would be my blog at melodramatic..that's so far the most reliably easy place to write at for all my blogs now.

This blog here...I won't drop it under that scenario, but I will visit here far less often...almost to the point of what happened with my icq blog, which is only because of my rabbit story...which...I really have to finish. It's already been way too long since I worked on it.

Hmm, maybe until I finish the rabbit story, I should but blog at melodramatic and icq.

Another idea that holds appeal to me, I have too many unfinished stories in my blogs.

Yes, this is what I will do..starting tomorrow.

Gulp.

Well then, the next when may be weeks away. Until then.


Charles Petrie

No Ripples Yet

I copied yesterday's story starter onto protagonize.com and am waiting for it to be added to. But that's okay...for the first twenty-four hours it's there to be edited by the offerer. That's this afternoon. I'll be gloomed if it hasn't been touched on in what...a week, two weeks, a month? Something like that.

Will that happen? I don't know, I'll have to wait and find out. But I'm hopeful in the now it won't take longer than...two weeks for it to be added to. I don't think calling it added to in a week window is asking for too much.

Others might, but they're just...what, disbelievers in my talent? Yeah, that works. Though the charisma effect might make that two weeks be a bit too optimistic.

Sigh.

It sucks to be cursed with great talent and have charisma issues.

Double sigh.

So while I well could wait for the first few adds to my first offering, Winter Of Man, I think I'll add another offering today and tomorrow, then stop there and see what happens to the three story starters.

And failing anything happening...well, I'll cross that bridge if I come to it.

Gulp, sigh and hmm.

8-).

Unlike yesterday's though, I won't write that story starter here, I'll write it at perfpsot.com.

And I'll go and write it now, so I'll put this blog to bed and go there.

Next when.


Charles Petrie

A Good Handoff

Sing we the sweet song of death
And see your icy cold breath
This is the Winter of Man
And this is our plan

Your perfect perfect Earth
Save for one one thing
You lowly humans live
And this we cannot stand
For in your place
We must have your world
So we can live us well

And Zohek smiled at Daniel, certain sure there was nothing he could do to foil their plan. They were a people too divided by their hatreds to rise on up against Sovvan superiority. A generation should be all it would take...unlike the Martians, who resisted for a thousand.

Now there's a beginning to something. But it is a beginning I will let allow to be finished by others. I happened to find a website today that this is a perfect place to drop this story beginning off at. protagonize.com if you're curious, a place for writers to gather and collaborate with each other. Readers are also welcome.

So I'll be off now. Next when.


Charles Petrie

Not Sleeping Yet.

I was completely tired before...gee, go figure, it was past 4:30. Anyway, now, at not yet 5:00..I'm okay, so I will finish my blogging before I do finally go to sleep, leaving me only with the writing of my write it daily book and hopefully twelve more paragraphs of my graphic novel, which I got back to after twelve days off in a big way. Yes, 60 paragraphs in five days is a big way. Can I maintain that now that I am back home? I'll let you know.

Of course, being away as I was, it was easier as the only other writing I was doing was the write it daily, so...I had more than enough time to write those good paragraphs. Now...not as much. But it would be good if I did keep at it.

So much for the early to bed I was doing so well away from home. But...it's not a total grr, I did finish up a PrintPublish run of nine(Plus one for me)for sale copies of Tuesday 42 #3. it wasn't like I was just hanging out online. I was working.

But still, it's five now, I should have gone to bed earlier. Okay, much earlier. Tsk on me.

One more blog, than it is offline writing I only need worry about.

Next when.


Charles Petrie

Holy Flockers

Having written for my 757th day in a row(3067 of the past 3088) and not particularly inspired to bang out some more words at the moment, I could stop here and just whatever, as I'll later work on my Write It Daily Book, but...I know I won't. I'll write on.

That's not bad at all. That's a lot of days.

Good on me.

There are the loud sounds outside of birds. f they're looking at me as I look outside...I'll be worried. If not...a passing loudness I can bear.

Okay, Hitchcock's birds they ain't(Phew).

And now they've stopped
Their awful noising
And we breathe a sigh
Of deep relief
For we both imagined
But for moments
An awful turn
Of bloody bad

Ah...a story of birds attacking. Yes, it's been done, it doesn't mean I can't do a version of my own.

Anyway, I'm out, other places to blog. Be well.

Next when.


Charles Petrie

Pour The Sour Out

No poetry please...I have enough for the moment, as the poems from my blogs..they're more of the story than the standalone and though story I like, the nature of the blogged poems, is more a beginning than a continuation of what's gone before and I don't have the space for any new beginnings.

Yes, I'm at my computer and could open another window to look back at what I've wrote, so a continuation could...continue, but that isn't how it will work, so I'll be better off without new blogged poetry

Okay? Super.

Meh, I just had a thought of a former manager saying something in that sarcastic way of hers...she let me go...I wasn't a good fit for the store. No, who needs someone who was selling a good number of Member Cards and is friendly and easy to work with? Yeah, what was I thinking?

The book was more important though, than the person. Book? Yeah, the book of doings at the store, I read it, but didn't take all the steps that would have been necessary to be kept on. So why am I kvetching about it then?

The number one reason I didn't was because she was a **t** to work for, even though she had known me for some years. She told me about the job and hired me.

Anyway, three paragraphs about her are more than enough. I can write about more pleasant people places and things.

Like that barking dog that needs water sprayed in its face to shut it.

8-p.

So I need to guard against blogging poetry through month's end, unless I can steer it away from storying and keep it to standalone.

Can I? Well, I'm going to have to just that.

Next when.


Charles Petrie

Burger Buns Chips And Mars

I had to buy Burger Buns because the last ones I bought...had to be tossed. Yeah, yeah, had I put them in the freezer, I wouldn't have needed new buns. But I didn't and they got ucked. So I went out and bought six buns, a bag of chips and a Mars Bar.

It's been awhile since I bought chips. And it will be awhile longer before I buy another bag. And I'd unspend on the chips if I could. But I can't so there's no point in thinking about it more than I already have.

Sigh.

Yeah I have stupid little life, One day I might even make it bigger and smarter. One day, just not today.

Sigh.

Until then...life is meh, with occasions of better than meh.

Next when.


Charles Petrie

Blood Faucet

This is most disconcerting, the same site I mentioned yesterday, is still down today, that's three days running. That is not a good thing. If it has been scrapped...I'll have to rule on counting or not counting the blogs I posted there...And forty, while far in away not the highest of my numbers, is still a significant number to just disregard.

And yes, I know, writing about another blogging place, which, much like polling place sounds off to me, but whatever, if I want to write about the blood dripping from the faucet and the words it forms, then that is what I am going to do.

Ooo, now there's a story bit that is well worth exploring. A faucet that drips blood. How cool an idea is that? And that it spells words on top of that? Damn!

And by the way, that idea just formed naturally just before I typed it out. Did I need to mention that? On the one hand it is true, on the other, it strikes as...defensive or something.

Interestingly enough, the blood formed a believe in yourself message just last week.

Yes, it's been going on for a few weeks now. And as creepy as it is, I don't want it to stop.

But stopping here is just what I'm going to do now.

I'm off to blog elsewhere.

Next when.


Charles Petrie

Boeppha Was Right

Well, isn't that an annoyance, I wanted to blog somewhere else and I couldn't. Yes blogger.com, you are not the only "horse" I "ride". The stupid horse in question is impnow.com, which has been down for a second day...or, second day as far as I've been wanting to get in. Maybe it's been down longer. I'd hate to think I lost my words that I put on it.

Damn, do I need to copy/paste all my blogs?

Jeedus Damn Stupid if i have to. I have 1640 blogs, counting this one.

Hmm. And don't even think of suggesting that I stop posting blogs. If I ever do stop blogging, it will be my decision. Stop blogging while alive, I understand I can't blog if I'm dead. Well not living people blogs. If I can ghost blog, I will do that.

You know what I mean.

And to think I began blogging this morning and all i have to show for it is this, the second blog being finished up some two hours later.

Sigh. Not that I will stop writing long blogs, I'll just start saving them.

Okay, short though this is, this is now a blog.

Next when.


Charles Petrie

Take With Orange Juice

I will not be posting here tomorrow. I just wanted to let everyone...okay, my fans know...the one person who stumbled onto this blog...whatever, I'm advising myself not to come here tomorrow because I'll be blogging elsewhere tomorrow, instead of here.

Just how much of a consequence is that going to be? Well, as there well might be no one who reads me here, it really doesn't matter at all, now does it?

But I type it out anyway because it is a good beginning. Well, it gets the blog begun at least, I can take it from there. Even if I can only take it two steps, it is still two more steps than none.

So make of that what you will, I have to go now.

No, I don't have to go, I choose to go...to another blog, to hopefully post something better than this. Not that this was a waste of your time, it's just that this posting struck me as being meh.

Next when, whenever that will be.


Charles Petrie

Naera Klaide: Earth Woman

How long has it been
She asked me sweetly
With a smile in her eyes
And kindness in her heart

So I answered her true
For it was what I had to do
Too long by far
But not far too long
That I forgot
Just who needed to answer
For the pain I'd known
Away from the Bone

And a look of fear
Flashed across her face
And I knew I'd spoken rashly
For she was about to seal me up again
And that I could not allow

So as easy to my eyes
As she so was
I did what needed done
And struck her down

Then being in a mood
Of mercy for the weak
I merely put her in my place
And sealed her up
So's I could have my turn
And make the planet burn
If they didn't give me what
I so so deserved

Now Why Do That

Click Bang Whirr and Maeris Talston-Barnes, two stories that got their start as Blog Titles, that struck enough of a chord in me to become story poems have indeed been set into Tuesday 42, my poetry monthly.

I hadn't done that before, taken a poem that I hadn't originally written out in pencil, almost exclusively away from home and meant to include it in Tuesday 42, granted this has only been a consideration since January, as Tuesday 42 is new, but considering this is the end of May now...that's a development worth mentioning.

Well, not really, but I made mention of it anyway.

8-D.

Hey, I have a quiet life, I have to use what I can use to post the occasionally easy to write blogs, that flow nicely.

And it is a development...as well as showing that I am pretty damn talented that a blog title can spark a story that could one day grow up to be a movie.

Why not? Why can't a story poem be something that can spark a movie? Sure, there'd need to be lots of prose added and perhaps the complete absence of any poetry, but still it would be that a poem sparked a movie.

And me, if not the first, because for all I know, it's already happened, I'll be one of the best at it. Yes, at least three of my story poems will one day be feature films.

Quick, delete that...no, I will not delete it. Nope. I just have to make it happen.

Oh Hells.

8-p.

Next when, where I boldly predict that my screenplay will be optioned before I am 42.


Charles Petrie

Could You Say That Again

Click bang whirr
How you want it sir
No reason to say
I would do it anyway

The first line I wrote because it was the title of the blog I just posted somewhere else. And the other three lines were built off of that. Though admittedly, it is a bit of a head scratcher eh?
I thought so too.

Your intent is clear
And what we have here
Is not at all good
Is that understood

Gee, I had to do some work on the second verse, because the fist one started off oddly.

Yes yes I do of course
Though sad I am indeed
That you must be the first
Maybe I was cursed
That this it had to be

Wait for it, you know what's coming next...don't you? I spelled it out clearly enough.

And bang went the gun
The hero was done
And his helpful helper
Was the doer of the deed

I knew you you knew that was coming. You're a good reader.

Thus nothing would be the same
Not ever not again
Not even when

Wait, is the hero dead, or just wounded?

So the blackening heart
Of the previously helpful man
Compelled him to do
A good follow through

Well, not good in that sense, just good for his freedom.

Hmm, that's interesting, I saw a different way about this when I quickly read it through. There's now two paths to explore here. Gee, am I going to take this from here and put it into Tuesday 42? Something to think about for sure.

That hasn't happened yet, that something I first wrote online made it into my Tuesday 42 work. Now the question is, should it?

Next when.


Charles Petrie

Hornets Dancing On Mars

I will return
To my rabbits soon enough
I have no intent
To forget their anger
I just had need
Of pausing in their telling
For the happening of
Some other things

Of course, I also never intended to "abandon" another story, on yet another blog of mine where insects were crawling out of a man who wasn't a man. Yet I have. But, I know that I will eventually finish that story, because it is too good not to.

It's just a question of when, like with the rabbits, that are on a different blog than this one.

So why am I telling you this, when I don't even think I've even said where that website is? Hmm, that's an excellent point.

The rabbit tale, to this point can be seen in two places, where it originated, on icq.com, under FibblePot's Brew, beginning in early April, the exact date not in front of me, or known by heart. And in writerscafe.org, under Jason_Leaf.

There, now you know.

And now, I can go, I still have much writing to do and less than two hours in which to do it. But no worries, I'll get done what I need to get done.


Charles Petrie

Roasted PeaPods Are An Aphrodisiac

Not so much new to say
Yet here I am but anyway
Though longer I could let
Before I was here again
I chose me to come
And write a little bit now

About the only new thing to have happened is I printpublished 10 copies of the second issue of my poetry monthly, Tuesday 42. I drew the cover myself. Well, made use of a drawing program to be more precise. I don't draw...well, which would be me giving myself more credit than I am worth, for this skill.

The Spell Checker here does not like my printpublishing word. Well, too darn bad Spell Checker, it is a word I will continue to use.

8-p.

Well here I was
It was nice to drop on by
But other things
They presently
So call to me

Thus off I go
May you be well
And wish to me myself
The very same

Charles Petrie

Red Peaches

Well, that took long enough. Damn site was being sluggishly slow to allow me to begin my posting. Stupid slow!

Not that I have anything to say. So why am I here then, when I have already done "more than enough writing"?

Because, I want to be here. Practice is good and this kind of writing is practice. If you have a problem with that...that's just too bad, I'm going to be here for a long time to come.

8-p.

Well, time to scattle off. One last posting for me.


Charles Petrie

There Is No Such Thing As Red Apples

There, just to see if you're paying attention. Are you?

Obviously red apples do exist. I just like having fun with my titles. Unfortunately, it isn't always so easy to have fun with my blogs. They're often hard to write. Like this one. Sigh. Fortunately, I still much time to write to a satisfactory length.

This is not that though
I need more you know
To be happy with the much I wrote
If not the quality
Then surely the quantity

Yes, quality is good. But at the end of the day, this is practice, the way I think of it, it just happens to be available for public. Well, this practice, the stories, interestingly enough, they aren' It's funny that it works that way eh?

LOL.

Well, there's my satisfied bell ringing. Be well, Next when.


Charles Petrie

Clipped Wings

Whenever came today
But not for long
Though not stopped in full
The blogging that is
The less of it
I intend to do

So I'll not be here
Not everyday
Like before I was
Though maybe I will be
Some happier for that
And what is wrong if so I am

Whenever came today
But not for long
And when back I come
I know not when
Just that I will

Next when...Just not tomorrow. Be well.


Charles Petrie

I'm back, but don't get used to it. I'll be gone for however long I am gone for...I think. I'm not feeling it now.

And you won't mind one bit. You're not even here.

And no, I won't go dull by not practicing much. Writing everyday, that keeps me sharp and that will not change.

Seems like I should go now. Be well.

Next when? Whenever.


Charles Petrie

Baby Monkeys

I have a title. Now all I need is words in the body. And it seems like I've written these similar words at another one of my blogs somewhere. And I likely have.

Now what? One not quite really a paragraph is not enough to be a blog. Not for me. Something I've also made mention of before.

Who wants to wade through this? I'm having a tough time and I'm the writer. Sigh. But of course, I mean just this particular entry. I am definitely worth reading. Just not so much right here. This is...uh...meh.

Maybe I should just go now. I've put in my appearance and still might post more...umm, dreck at one more blog.

Next when? Soon.


Charles Petrie

It was raining as I walked to the pub. yes, for all the 47 minutes that I walked. I got dampened, but the most important of what I had with me, my printpublished work did not get wet. Phew indeed. I take it along in case I make any sales, and to be frank, I have made most of my sales through the poetry reading times.

It was my thirtieth public recital of poetry and...meh, the crowd was loud. And when that happens, I feel something like a burden. The crowds talk during the musicers, but with them, they have the advantage of being louder somehow. I'd wager it's disconcerting still, but they're better off with that than me.

Sigh.

Luckily, it didn't more than drip some on the walk home. And that was good news which allowed me to do my offline writing on the way back. Yes, thanks to my palm treo, I can write and walk at the same time. Yay me!

Yes, I have no qualms about writing as I walk. I just don't do it enough. I maybe should do it more. Hmm, that would mean another story right? I'm in an extended period of writing on any particular story but once a day.

Hmm, Walking Tales. Or some such thing, that's workable as a title. Yes, that's definitely a workable thing.

Time for me to go now. Next when? maybe tomorrow, certainly Tuesday, possibly Monday.


Charles Petrie

Meeps

Ugh, I have to go out and read poetry tonight. And to be perfectly honest. I'd rather not. I would rather remain where I am right now, in my my own place.

But I've yet to miss a night of it since I started going to it and I'm not about to start now.

So I'll make myself ready and show up again.

Which means, I might as well call this a blog and begin tthe readying, after a good supper of course.

Next when, hopefully I'll have something better to write tomorrow.


Charles Petrie

Five Toes Red

I have nothing at the moment that I feel pressed to write about, but the boss, well, he wants me to post a blog anyway and being one to do what the boss tells me, as best I can, even that happens to be poorly done, here I am.

Yeah, fine, whatever, the boss in this case is me. I want to post, even though I am as described above, not particularly possessed of anything to post about.

So why am I posting then? It's not like I am getting money for this and I am keenly sharp and in writing shape, having written daily for all but 21 of the days since January 01, 2000. So, again, why am I here?

I am here because I want to be here, posting, even though I don't have any particular nugget to write about.

And you are here here, because even if I have no particular nugget to write about, I still make it worth your while.

Okay, I don't know that there is any particular you here. I don't know that anyone has read these words than me myself and I.

Surely I'd rather a few or more eyes laid theirs upon these words, but...I don't lose sleep over it.

But yeah, sigh say I to this. it sucks to be a writer who maybe can't even get a few pairs of eyes on some goodly free writing.

And yet, I've made fourteen sales of my book and two of my monthly, so I've actually sold some of my writing, which is better than people from away reading my blogs, when their contribution to my well being isn't at the same level.

Anyway, that is all for this day. I'll be on my way now, I have something else to do, that made it important for me to get most of my posting done before that, than after it.

Next when.


Charles Petrie

Today's Good

And for today's good we have...sigh, no good to report, just the usuals. I wrote, I ate, I did other things.

Yep, I'm building my idea of a company right up. Just look at where I'll be in 20 years...

Umm, not like this I hope. if so, Yikes.

Okay, there's no way it will be "like this" in 20 years. Whatever "like this" is exactly. I could fully tell you, but I am not inclined to fully tell you.

But thanks for asking. lol.

I know I know
You didn't ask
You maybe even not
Have read me here
Or even would care
To read me at all
If someone gave to you
Some work of mine

That some of that
Is but to amuse
The author myself
For first I write for me
As I know indeed
There are others out there
Who will like as what I write
They just need to know it first

Next when.


Charles Petrie

Thankful For Some Good

Hey hey
I had me a day
Not only did I make
A sale of my book
I also made I did
A sale of my monthly

But no hooting and hollering
For the dribs and the drabs
Of such goodly news
Ain't so won't
Keep me keep
So though to sleep
As ever when I next
With a smile in my heart
For the selling of my art
More need have I
For sales like this

Yes, a single sale of my monthly while good, isn't as good as a subscription. A single monthly sale is 3.00$, so the buying of full year's output, which is a "given", as the stories are sure to be consistently good and better would cost 36.00$, which is to my favour, whereas the subscription is 30.00$ and in the reader's favour. But I would have the money now, which is in my favour and enough subscriptions would be something I could take to a bank(For instance)to parlay into something else. It would also help with as yet to be advertiser partners.

Basically, I need lots of both to be honest. So it's a long road ahead of me. But better a victory such as today's than nothing. Like ten todays in a single day. Ah, yes. And multiply that by four, then by another four and I would be...overjoyed.

But I can't just dream myself there, I need lots of hard work, some helpful helpers and the smilings of luck.

Hmm. Wishes of well to me would be greatly appreciated.


Charles Petrie

Choosing Hockey Tonight

The second period begins with the Habs holding on to a slim 2-1 lead. This is gooder than has been the case in any of the games of the series following the first period. They have either tailed by 2 or been knotted at 0.

I am foregoing a showing of the first Narnia movie, the Lion, The Witch And The Wardrobe on another channel. And as that of the like is more closer to my heart than sports, that is saying something.

Hmm, stop thinking and get writing, because I want to finish the writing before I eat my supper. And since hunger has reserved a seat for soon, I'd best get it done right?

Yes, finish the writing and then I can eat happy. Well, happiness in some way, depending on how the Canadiens are doing. Right now, they are still ahead, but 2-1 is not good enough. They(The Habs) need two more at least.

Go Habs Go!

They just got one of them, it is now 3-1 Montreal. Please Habs please!


Charles Petrie

Bed Too Soon

I don't want to go to bed
But come the morrow
It is best I up and be
Rising like early
So bed the sooner
Is bed the better

It's free comic book day tomorrow and being there early gives me the better shot at getting a good freebie than being there later.

That and I'm thinking of going to a movie afterwards.

So I should go to bed shortly after midnight, the end of this day and the beginning of the next...but I know I won't.

Phuggar.

Meh, time to go. Still I have things to do.


Charles Petrie

One Step At A Time

Ah phoof. I forgot to pass on the good news at my other blog about selling the first copy of Tuesday 42 #1 in the early AM.

Oh well, here will do me about as much good right? Sigh.

Sorry blogger.com, but you ain't doing me any kind of good, other than being another place to hone my writing at. The other place I speak of, has more potential to do that for me than you. it is just a question of if and when. Don't feel bad. 8-p.

So yes, I sold my first copy of Tuesday 42 #1, my poetry monthly, which spun out of the writing of my first book of poetry, which only happened because of my reading poetry at a local pub, that I only went to because one of the waitresses, who I met playing Softball, said I should come down one night. A good chain of events.

Now, if I can only sell a slew more, that will be something to write home about, as it were. Better than that slew of single sales would be a slew of subscriptions. Now if I sold a few slews of those, then I'd be happier much. That unfortunately, is a long way from here. Not that I should give up on that goal, I just need to realize it sure isn't an easy reach.

But the journey to sales' success has begun. Can't have two without one. 8-).

Next when, be well, dream your dreams, then live them out eh. Not for me, but for yourself.


Charles Petrie

Broken Plate Lullaby

Broken plate broken plate
This is what he had
And that was enough
For him to cry about
Not tears of course
Or even anger
But enough for him
To put into a blog

Oh so much he could write about
That he chose to write of that
Something says of him
But what that is
Who knows or cares
For what he is now
Is less a wow
And more a hmm
Aye the hmm of possibility

Broken plate broken plate
Is it any wonder
He has no date he has no date
Just look at him just look at me
For I am him and he is myself
And this is the life I lead
Quiet quiet dull
Is it any wonder
Yes is it of any wonder at all


Charles Petrie

Plobban's Reef

Okay, I have a title. Now all I need is words in the body to make it necessary to have a title.

Well, that's done with that first line. But now what? Two lines does not a blog make in my mind. I may not always write something fanfreakingtastic, but I can sure as certainly write something with meat to its bones.

I am a writer after all. And as a writer...I don't think a couple of lines is worthy of the name blog. That's just my opinion though. Others are content with just that. I ain't.

So is this enough
Can I go but go
And off to other things
Or will I foul cry
And say it really isn't
So stay awhile more
Even if but I bore

Yeah, it's enough for length. As for being worth a read, sure, I'm always worth a couple of minutes of your busy day.

Next when, be well.


Charles Petrie

Plobe

Ow slight ow
I feel my legs now
Not much so much
Just a little as I move
Fortunately I need not groove
Yeah groove to a beat with them
Like dance or walk for long

Yeah, that works and works well. But it also works as a reminder, that stretching afterwards well, as always, that's a good idea.

Think about it eh, I wouldn't want to really have sore legs next week.

And that feels like enough. This is good value for the money after all. 8-p.

Short and sweet indeed
Do you need more to read
Then if'n so
Ask do ask
And I will surely tell you where
Even offering how to buy
You just need but ask
For I will happily share
The litttle I have to sell

There, how's dat? Happy? 8-p.

Next when, be weller than me eh, we don't all need the meh.


Charles Petrie

Chorbe

So you can autosave
A pity almost
That you nay can autowrite
For then I could finally do
As I do but dream me of

Yes, that is why I am as what I keep insisting on being. This blog is keeping me down. Damn, I knew it wasn't me that was keeping me down. I knew there had to be some outside force stopping me.

I just thought of it as some Life Forces. Entitities if you will who were plotting against me.

The above is not quite a truly believed truth. I don't honestly believe that, it's more a thing of frustration. After all, who the Hell am I to merit such entitities anyway?

Ahhh, the necessary hole in that "belief" Hmm.

Next when.


Charles Petrie

Popes On Thursday

It's late, I'm just here to be here. I have no time for writing anything much worth reading. Mind you, I say not much. I don't say completely worthless. I don't even jest about that.

Right? I mean do write so much that I may have jested about this before and simply forgotten that.

Hmm.

Anyway, I made my presence felt so I'll go now.

Next when.


Charles Petrie

Sibin Falls Twice

There is no such thing as overtime for either my offline or online writing. I either write it on one given day, or I don't. So you will forgive me if I am necessarily brief with this posting tonight. it is past 23:30 so I have little time left to post and still have another posting and a pasting.


But you are not here
So why should I care
This is about me
And ever being ready
For the coming years
Though decades they will be
Years sounds best

Anyway, that is it for me tonight, here at least. The next blog I post at just might make me curse at how long it takes to allow me to blog, so I can't tarry here any longer. If'n I want my all.


Charles Petrie

Fleh

Well, if you can't score a goal in this period, Montreal Canadiens, all you would have had is an overtime game. Though if the penalty shot had resulted in a goal, they would have been tied 3-3 now and they would seemingly be heading for overtime.

Ah, what iffing the game. Useful helpful? Meh.

Okay, I'm uninspired here and I still have a few things to do, so I will take my leave(Before the heartbreaker no doubt about it game one killer?).

Next when.


Charles Petrie

Foepsies

Yay, I am almost done my regular writing for the day and it is not much past 17:00. Wow eh?

Yes, it does sound as like a burden, my writing...and there is some burden to it. The daily posting of all these blogs is weighing on me, even here, among the new guard blogs.

It's now just half past 17:00. I stopped to watch The Simpsons.

And this is my blog posting? Gee, how worth the while is this to read? Even though reading it costs you nothing.

Blech!

Oh well, it is all part of the keeping me sharp. I don't even know if I get read here. So does it matter? Hmm.

I'll try to write better tomorrow. No promises on that front. But I usually rebound.

Next when.


Charles Petrie

Annie Meeghan

Is that a weight I am carrying upon my shoulders? All these blogs being the weight I am referring to. Is five a day too many? I'm feeling some blah being here, even with the new guard blogs. That doesn't lead to good writing. And no matter who is, or isn't reading my blogs, it behooves me to write well, as opposed to...not.

But the stubborn part of me...yeah, that says no, it isn't too much of a damn weight, just keep to the daily as long as you can.

Although, if I don't feel as wanting to post now, as I have before, will i write well?

Sigh.

Oh well, I'm out and off now. Be you well and have yourself a good.


Charles Petrie

Still for the good it is
But still for the nervous I be
So tell me tell me
That what I wish so fervently
Is what to come

Yeah, I am still going on about your favourite sport. Though, if you are a Canadian reading this, it could be. But I have no idea who is reading this. Okay, if anyone is reading me here.

But unlike in my other places...notably my old guard, I am not thinking of that possibility.

Anyway, one more blog to go and it is still only 1-0 Montreal. Sigh. Please Habs, win tonight.


Charles Petrie

Fleep!

One game left
So now that it is
What will it be
A series more
Or explaining for

The second round again
That what we thought
We'd have booked already
Against a team
We couldn't lose to

Or God forbid
The sad anger long
About falling down
To be the first team
In the glorious life
Of the greater history
To fail when up
As up they were

I won't make the call. I am done with these calls for this series. This is so not the game I expected to have to watch, not against this team, who was beaten in all their games in the season.

But yes, this is the playoffs, not the season, but c'mon, the other team didn't gain but one solitary point over the course of 8 effin' games. That counts. Tell me counts for one more game won than lost.

Effin' Hells!


Charles Petrie

Not Quite So Tempted

Not quite so tempted
To do as I've done before
Many too many times
And leave a game
Before it is done

Though easier than to stay
I think I'd have an effin' eh
When the Habs did win
And I so elsewhere was

I'm helped by the fact that the Canadiens are up in the game 2-1 and up in the series 3-2, but I've been...better of late with my proclivity to tune out games against my favour. But right now, I'm teetering...a bit towards that.

And now there's a 4 on 4 situation. And 2 of the goals have come this way tonight. Argh! C'mon Habs, score that crucial next goal! Please!

The period is over and The Canadiens are still up on The Bruins 2-1(Phew).

I'm out now. Be well.


Charles Petrie

Phuggage

I wasn't finished by the seven last night and the Canadiens didn't finish th Bruins off in five, as they should have. They will however finish them off Saturday night. There is no way the Habs are losing this series to the Bruins.

Enough Hockey talk though I'm guessing.

Okay, well, that was a short blog, but hey, you got a good little snack and I know you'll be back, especially when I return to writing about Lord Bartensby. Though when that will be, I don't know. Sometime in May I would hope. I don't think that my rabbit story is going to become a book. At least, I don't think so.

Tickers and tockers I'm off. Feel free to read and bury me with your usual amount of comments. Sigh.


Charles Petrie

I want to be done by then
By the time of the game
Which actually should begin
Some seven past
The coming hour seven
I surely will

But I want to be done
By the seven flat
Which I dare do say
I so will be
Thanks in part
To my poetry

Neat huh? I am both fast and good. And good and fast. Yes, I am. And there is nothing wrong in saying that.

So to help that come to pass
I must away me now
And wish you well
As I am wont to do
For your doing so
Should not as mean
I'll be doing poor myself

Next when and I hope you've had yourself a good week.


Charles Petrie

Automatically saved eh? That is good, but do I have anything now worth being automatically saved? The feeling just poofed away...I won't be here long today.

Lord Bartensby however, is looking at the long as that lady who caught his eye...she caught more than his eye. He has asked her to move in with him and she said yes. I dare say he's in love with her. Good for him.

There is no telling how long it will be before I return my attentions to the Lord however my rabbit tale is showing no signs of a soon conclusion. And I have enough stories on the go without running with two blog stories. One plus the offlines are enough.

I can only write so much on an ongoing basis eh.

Anyway, this is a bit on the short side, but I am busy busy so I'll take my leave now.


Charles Petrie

I have begun, but not nearly enough, the process of having my first issue of Tuesday 42 ready for today. Tsk tsk on me, I knew all along I wanted the third Tuesday of the month to be the ready for sale day and I let my bad tendencies rule me so that it's not even finished today. I'll have to change that for when people are actually waiting for it eh?

Though how long will it take for that, I don't know, but the fact remains, I need to be ready for when I want to be ready regardless.

Anyway, it will definitely be ready for tomorrow. Like, 9 issues at least. So go me.

8-D.

Short and sweet I know
But when I got to go
To whatever else
I just have to leave
For my other things

Next when, be well and be loved.


Charles Petrie

Thadeus Janes

Well, that is a good of course, I only wonder now, why didn't I understand that before? Am I stupidblind, or are they just that good at making things unclear? Whatever, I understand it now and I was able to make the changes that I needed to make.

I still want a laptop(Though I may not have mentioned that here), but when I went to buy one today...I just couldn't assume the risk of buying it. Oh I know I'd use it enough not to be up in my own face about it, but money is tight now, to say the least, so six months of worry not just isn't enough. The fifteen months, which it would be in the entire rest of Canada, well, that would have been enough.

Yeah, I finally balked at the 1038.47$ I would have been obliging myself to pay in October, as the extended warranty simply made too much sense, not to get it(Um, had I actually bought it).
Though the difference of the balking price and the would have price was only 168.00$(+/- "inconsequential cents), it just...finally..."spooked"(?)me.

As for the manager(I guess) of where I almost spent the most I've spent on anything(Yes, at 36, that is quite telling), his possible anger with me, just isn't going to make me lose any sleep. I am sorry sir, but if'n the other store could have used it as I was hemming and hawing, they could use it again(Even if guy x was long gone).

Yeah, yeah, it maybe smack of wrong, but hey, that would have been a lot of damn money to oblige myself too. I won't berate myself for it. And even if he did internally...a whatever from me is a reasonable response.

Okay, enough of that, enough from me here tonight actually, I'll be back tomorrow.

Next when, I hope your life isn't as stupid as mine.


Charles Petrie

Pete Drooskie

I didn't actually accomplish all I wanted to last night. I was only a little irked by it, but still, I failed to do all I wanted to because I got such a late start on things. Needless to say, that is not a problem today. It's not even noon and I am in the process of posting my fourth of five blogs. Yay me!

I didn't get to the old guard blog and the paste up. I just ran out of time. But neither are that much in the loss category. The old guard blogs don't make a discernible impression and I can and will double up on the pasting up today.

So really, this is more about making my own self happy than anything else, not that there is anything wrong with that.

And that seems as all I have ready to post here, Lord Bartensby is still with that woman who caught his eye...evidently she's more than just a good lay, or he would have gotten bored with her by now, that's just the kind of man he is with his women.

Be well would you, I'd rather wish for the good than hope for the worst.


Charles Petrie

I'll Have Just Enough Time

I took my sweet time getting to my writing tonight and as the day ends rather quite soon, I'll have just enough time to do all I want to do, in terms of writing. But just barely.

And there, that is how you write a whole lot in a short amount of time. You write just a little. nd though it sucks for the reader, the writer can pat him or her own damn self on the back for having written again. And that is never a bad thing when you think about it. Writing's a tough nut and writer feeling good about him or her own damn self is a good thing. Okay?

Actually, all of my blogs tonight were of a goodly length so I didn't shortchange any of my readers.

Anyway, I I'd like to stay longer and actually write something miore readable, but tick tock, the clock is about to strike midnight so I am out.

Next when, no time for any good wishes. If I've used any here, I'm not sure.

8-p.


Charles Petrie

Bropey Joones

Meh, I am feeling uninspired at the moment, after having already written more of my three daily offline stories and three of my daily blogs., but still want to post something. So what to do?

This is where it helps to have already been writing for eight years. I have old stuff I can haul out as needed, though this is the first time I've done this...have a look.

/The year 2000 has arrived and Y2K is only whispering at us...so far. I'll take a moment to knock on wood(Yes, I actually knocked on wood, on my desktable to be precise) before moving on to other things./

Those were the first words I wrote in 2000 as I intended to write daily, even if it was only journaling, it was writing and that was important to me. And that first string of writing days is to this day, the longest such string of days coming in at 728. And that, dear readers, is none too shabby, even if I do so say it myself.

Fortunately, I've written much better stuff since then, than that opening paragraph which signaled my intentions to a writing career, so I know I do have a career ahead of me. It's just a question of how long and good it can be.

Anyway, the meh feeling is gone, so I could in fact stay on and write more, but I still have one more blog to post so...I'm out.

Next when, have some strawberries in the meantime...they're effin' good.


Charles Petrie

Sorry Lord Bartensby

Lord Bartensby will have to wait his turn, I have a bad rabbit bad demanding attention so to him I must attend my attentions(If that phrasing really works) lest he kick me in the ass...or worse, he's already pistol whipped my guy and punched him hard in the stomach...beofre he cocked the gun and pointed it at his head.

Yes, I am his writer and therefore, his creator, but that surely doesn't mean I am beyond being bitched at(You know who applies here).

And Lord Bartensby just spotted a comely lass, who smiled at him, so...his attentions are otherwise engaged for the nonce, so I can focus on my bad rabbit bad.

All this to say I won't be advancing my Lord Bartensby tale until I have finished with the rabbit. I will simply say I can only actively write so many stories at a time and as I am already working on three offline stories...isn't that surely enough?

Truth be told, it's just too difficult to make the the first part of Lord Bartensby available to look at because it's only here and not on another site, which would mean I could look at two different pages, the previous and the current. Well, maybe I can firefox the current and aol the previous, but I sure ain't going to try that while this post isn't completed.

So I am left with the smart option(Which I surely don't always take) of holding off on Lord Bartensby until the rabbit's tale has been told.

And the rabbit, if you're interested, is at another site(icq.com), so maybe I'm peeving someone by mentioning another, but..so be it, I won't do it everyday which means the would be Wally woundup can just hush. 8-).

Besides, it's a under a different name(FibblePot's Brew) that I didn't even say...oops, I did. Scratch that then. 8-p

Well, enough entertaining you, my dear readers(Yet to be), I am off to my final blogging site of the day.

Next when as...you enjoy a movie, eat popcorn and kiss your sweetie.


Charles Petrie

Hi Goodbye

Hi goodbye
Not that you wonder why

The fire went out and I am left with a mere two lines, which had I the amount of time I sometimes need, I would make it a proper poem, but since I don't, I'll leave it this way here and go off in another direction.

"How about a winning direction(Loser)?"

Well, yes, that has long been my intent, I just have taken too many detours to get there.

"Yes, you love those detours, don't you Charles(Loser)?"

Okay, okay, you don't have to be such a phuggar about it.

"Don't I(Loser)? You don't listen to anyone else."

Well, enough, you can go away now.

"Sure, you almost make me sick Charles(Loser)!"

No, I'm not off, I was just in search of something to write about, in the absence of that poem. And being short on time, I just threw that together...plausible internal dialogue, much like I did recently, I just didn't change any of the font as I did the last time. Again, short on time.

Anyway, be well and I shall be back tomorrow, with something better...I hope.


Charles Petrie

What To Write

This is one of my spankin' brand new blogs so it should be easy...like it has been easy to write but I am at something of a loss in the moment.

Ugh, stupid angsty heart.


So I guess I'll go now
Calling this but
Another yet
In the list so long
Of may failing so

But from out of failure's jest
I find a little of my best
Aye poetry
Suddenly sprung to me
And here I am
Tapping the keys
Some furiously fast

Oh how good it is
To be so able
To make words dance
And still even have a chance
At a long long when
Of a writing career
Considering my age
Is what it is
And so many years
Have poorly passed to date

So though I go now
Unlike minutes before
I feel not the leaving
Is admitting failure
But just me myself
On about my way


Charles Petrie


It's good to be good. 8-D.

Lord Bartensby Of Whaedis Pools

There, there's my title. Hey...look...

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"I am Lord Bartensby of Whaedis Pools. But sadly, I do not carry money or credit with me, so if you would be the gentleman I know you to be, you'll accept my word as a promise to pay the bill when I am able to yes? But a fortnight kind sir. That is surely acceptable to you."

"No, that's 4217.36$ worth of stuff you have there, your..Lordship, that isn't happening today or any day. So pay up or get out of my store."

"You would impugn my honour sir? How dare you! I will not stand for this outrage!" And Lord Bartensby harumphed haughtily.and glared at the man behind the counter.

"Lord or not, no one pulls a fast one on me. I've built up a successful business from nothing and I ain't buying what you're selling. So one last time, pay up or get out!"

"I insist as Lord Bartensby Of Whaedis Pools that you do not stand in my way sir, I need all that I have selected and I simply will not allow this gross interference with important matters of the Crown."

"Crown eh? I'm a bout to crown you if you don't get out now!" And to back up his statement, he stepped out from behind the counter and flexed his muscles angrily, before unbuttoning his dark red dress shirt, to reveal a confrontational tee shirt.

"I see sir, you leave me no recourse, though it does not please me in the least to do this."

"Look buddy, look at me and look at you, it's no contest. I'll give you to the count of five and if you're not heading out that door by then, you'll be heading out the hard way! One, two, three..."

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Wow, if only I could have but ten percent of what Lord Bartensby tried to buy, I'd be pleased. I know it isn't much, but right now, it would be awesome. 8-/.

Next when new readers. There's no telling what I'll write next.


Charles Petrie

Already Ten Eh?

Okay, call me duh if you must, but it had slipped out my mind that I had indeed begun blogging here the same day that I began blogging somewhere else. And as I am so far maintaining this place on a daily basis, I'll be keeping that up until...well, until I don't.

How quickly the time flies eh? Not that I have accomplished anything much of note in my days here, so really, I might be saying damn, that long already? Phuggar me, I'd best bear down on myself so I can be happy that so much time has passed.

And that I will do, I just don't do these things near fast as I should.

8-(.

Yes, this is me, a lumbering nameless beast, instead of a swift pouncing lion, attacking my goals with a delightful swiftness and ferocity.

A colourful but all too accurate portrait of one Charles Petrie.


But not always shall it be
So says he
Who maybe protests too much
As the done of such
Doesn't but match so quite
His own dreaming reach


Yes, tell me again just how good you are Mr. Petrie, you're maybe bound to say, as maybe I've yet shown it by then. Not quite now, for it's only been days and not months...yet. But time will tell all of that. it will all come out of the wash.

As for me now, I am off to my final blog posting of the day. Be well yourself, enjoying the last of the weekend left to you.


Charles Petrie

Helen Kusen

Okay, why did I even contemplate doing something like adding an image to the blog when I am in a rush and doing unfamiliar things, in this new blog is just duhful is beyond me. Then again, that is just the kind of thing I would do.

But I canceled that and here I am, typing away faster than I would have ever imagined lo those many years ago when I took my typing class in High School. Though, I didn't type or tap as I do now, so I've gotten proficient since.


Now as what I ask
With my looking to
What last I have to write
But still do feel
I more should add to here

And the answer is
Meaningless poetry
Just to fill in the space
To give to me
That feeling right of it

But as this is but a blog
A free exercising
Of my goodly skill
Is that so bad


Nope, it isn't bad at all. Peace, wellness and cheese. Mmmm, cheese is good. 8-d.


Charles Petrie

Meanwhile

Hmm, why is it mean? I never thought of that before, but it is a good question, don't you think? Why did while get mean? Or is that just me?

"Yes Buttons, once again, it is just you. It is so often just you that it is actually frightening how off you really are."

Well, thank you voice of doubt, it is always so nice to hear from you.

"You're welcome."

Yeah, yeah, just go away.

___________

So, should Buttons Magrue be like a separate personality I slip on? I'd ask you my reading opublic, but I don't yet have a reading public here. So what would be the point. Many of my blogs really are just places for me to write, I don't get feedback, then again, as I have mentioned elsewhere, I don't give it either.

Hmm, I've been reluctant to pigeonhole any of my blogs. Is it time to do that, with my unresponded ones? Something to think on I think, as I go on my way.

In any event, I am out. Do be well.


Charles Petrie

Mournful Harmony

Buttons Magrue
How do you do
Call me Alice if you would
And by that I mean should
Here's my number now
I'll be home and soon
Waiting and hoping
To hear from you then

Oh how simple it would be if it was like that. That train does not run on my track though. never has and never will. This I have to accept. Brooding about it will not change this fact.

But that wouldn't be such a thing if a certain other part of my life was more the way I know it will one day be...which is more in my control than the former. I just need to work at it smarter and harder. This I am slowly working on. So, you'll see me eventually.

As for now, as usual I still have much to do, so I'll bid you well and be on my way.


Charles Petrie

So If I Finish All My Writing In The AM,,,

What ever the heck will I do afterwards? Will I just do nothing? Or will I do something that needs be done? I think I know the answer.

Yeah, there is something I need to do, I can't put it off forever. I have to pay bills. Ugh!

And I'll do that this afternoon, because paying them late, well that's not what I like to do you know.

Oh, if I want it all done by the AM, I'd best get it in gear, I have less than five minutes before the time hits noon.

Sorry for the uninspired posting, it just happens sometimes, but I bounce back. Take care and have a happy when, I'll be back here tomorrow.


Charles Petrie

Where Does The Time Go?

It's already April. Where does the time go? It seems like only yesterday...that it was January and...but I don't want to complete that thought because then it leads into a whole other thing that I don't want to get into. Too damn depressing.

So I will leave you waiting and wondering what I am referencing. LOL. Well, if you were here to read my words that is, there's no sign of that...yet. There might be soon, but again, that is something I don't need to get into.

"Geez Charles, what will you get into?"

Hmm, that's a good question, what will I get into?

Ah, I know, I'll get into...

Well, that's all the time I have now, until next time, this your old pal Buttons Magrue, signing off.

Sorry, but I should go. I still have other irons in the fire.


Charles Petrie

Stimd

I look at the add video component just to the right and I am thinking that maybe I should do just that, as so far, my words are attracting no interest...like it seems ever elsewhere online, which as I've stated elsewhere, though not necessarily here, isn't good for a writer.

And I have started uploading videos on youtube, on a weekly basis, in the form of a show, where I'll read my writing, be it story or journal, or interview whomever, be they musicians who'll also play a song or heck, whoever I can get to agree to to talk to me...for my youtube show.

I can imagine the conversation going something like this..."Oh really, on youtube eh? So you don't actually work for anyone, this is your own little thing? And what is it you do for a living anyway? Oh, well, it sounds interesting, but I really don't have the time right now, my people will call you if my schedule clears up okay? Thanks and have a nice day."

I sound down on myself, but that is a very possible possibility sadly. Like, it kind of sucks to be me. But I carry on with my belief in myself, knowing this, in particular is a good idea.

Anyway, it's getting on, though I still have plenty of time in which to stay and write...I just choose to go elsewhere and do a bit.

Is that wrong of me?


Charles Petrie

Hmm, Am I Really?

I'm not sure of that title, but when I blog, the title need not have anything to do with what is in the body itself. So..I will continue.

And right about now, I could go away, feeling I'd written enough, even though I haven't said anything of consequence. Not that blogging is always of consequence. So...I continue some more.

Yeah, this particular posting isn't going anywhere. Much like my life to date perhaps? Again, I continue on.

But, seeing as I have not impacted anyone here yet, does it matter if I write anything of consequence? Can't I just satisfy my own wish to keep ever sharp with ever more writing? Yes.

And yes, I am continuing, but I don't feel the need to use the continuing line.

Except, that was the whole paragraph, wasn't it? What good is that? And so dear readers who've yet to read my work, this is sometimes me. Just meandering along. I do better work when I write stories than when I write my journals such as this. And the poetry is better too.

All that being said, what have I said? Not too much. maybe I should stop now. And think on things some more tomorrow eh? Maybe that is what I'll do.

Next when.


Charles Petrie

Was ? What Yesterday Blogged I About It

Oh, the title isn't that hard to rearrange. You can figure it out. I know you're smart enough. After all, you saw my first posting and knew right away that I was a good and worthy addition to your online reading. Well, I can hope that is the case for a couple of people at least. I surely won't know unless until.

There, this feels like better writing than what I posted in the second posting I made today, this being my third. Maybe it's just the newness of this site, which will wear off and then I'll feel the same as I do about my other wheres. lest I get some replies, that well might be the case. Oh well...not. I am a writer as you no doubt recall(Maybe recall), if you read my first post here. Going comment free is no good way for a writer.

Okay, okay I won't dawdle here, I still have my graphic novel to work on and I'd like to get that done before I hit forty, which will happen in 2011. That's really not that far away. It is an "important" story about suicide.

Well, maybe this entry is a little short, but I feel I've done enough here, so until next when, I am signing out. Be well.


Charles Petrie

First Steps

These are not my first steps, they are merely my first steps here, on this particular road, by this certain slice of me. Now if any of that makes sense to you, you are wiser than me. But then, I figure many people are wiser than me. Not that I am not at all wise, it is just that my wisdom is easily not, far too often. But still I persevere.

In short, this is not the first blog I have come to maintain, it is my seventh. Though I could have stopped at a smaller number, I haven't and one day may even add more, I yet don't know. Only time will tell and it doesn't tell everything all at once.

I'm a writer by the way, not merely of blogs, but like I intend to make a living at it one day. I've started to sell my stuff, but I am far from making a living at it which is not a happy statement to be making at the not so tender age of 36. But such it is.

I hope you find my work here agreeable to your eyes and even go to look at my other wheres until you finally come to want to buy my work, which is available through me, to one day be available more easily.

But all that will come. For now, I am happy with what I have written here, today and still have one more writing to do and maybe some hanging out before I send myself to my bed.

Peace and wellness to you, stop by whenever you want. I'll be around.


Charles Petrie