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Four Days

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Hello all



For some reason sleep always eludes me the closer I get to my birthday. Four days now and I haven't slept very well for most of the month. I really don't know why this is. Perhaps I'm far more concerned about my age than I think I am. Perhaps it's my body's way of letting me know that it's coming, or, perhaps it's just the expectation that, in only a few days I'll have gone through another year of life and doing what I've always wanted to do. (Granted, I'd like to be paid for it but we'll cross that bridge when we come to it.)

Since I began this blog I've wanted to tell nothing but the truth of my life. To spill it out and categorize it, maybe. And, though most of my posts here have been about my life as a writer and not so much my life itself, the words set down on this blog are some of the most open things I've ever written---I'm somewhat of a private guy---even if they may not seem that way at times. I think this blo…

Something or Other

To sit, calm yet restless in dreams of dreams where only blackness dwells.
To fight and fear in hate and hell.
To see the seamless void stretching on and on towards oblivion.
A man did say all that we see or seem is but a dream within and dream,
But oh, how great a thing it has been, to be a dream within a dream.
For in dreams there is peace, calm and a sweet, long sleep.

Feeling Good

Hello all

An exceedingly extraordinary and incredible thing happened to me today; I was happy.

Not to be so horribly dramatic about the whole thing, mind you, but that is the bare truth. To shamelessly and idiotically paraphrase one of my own stories; for the first time, in a very long time, I was happy.

This was only a few moments ago actually, just after talking with my dear friend Wenonah---whose company I can tell you, gave me just as much joy as what I am about to tell---I started to watch a performance by Stephen Fry, one of my favorite comedians and human beings in the world, really. It was an event for his then new book "More Fool Me" (a book I now mean to buy whenever I next get the chance) and it had to be one of the greatest things I have ever seen in my life. I can't dress it up in any fancy words or long sentences other than that. This performance, which you can find on Netflix right now under the afore mentioned title, was the most uplifting, funny, insight…

The Red Wedding

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Tales From Grimshaw - Prologue

(This is the prologue to a series of short stories I'm working on. It's a little moody and very Gothic later on, there are some Victorian elements to the setting as well as dark fantasy and a few other things I find interesting. There may or may not be vampires as well...just a warning.)

The tavern was filled with smoke, warm people and warmer food served by wide women with old smiles plastered across their faces. All was merry. Ale, cider, mulled wine and grog for the poorer men was on each and every table. Some were new and thick with foam resting on their tops, others were little more than puddles of amber and red liquid hidden at the bottom of their cups. Many a drunk was seen and many a working man as well, both drank as well as they could and tried not to disturb the other. Though, here and there they would glance at one another as their conversations got a bit interesting or someone broke out in a fit of rage or fell down on a table, sleeping like the dead.
    Neither …