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