April 22, 2011
One of the first books I built and wrote in fifth grade was a memoir. What ten year old has enough life to provide a memoir? Certainly not I, but I had to write something and hadn't yet hit my stride as an author of fiction. Unfortunately, I hadn't hit my stride with memoir either, so the result is rather... fifth-graderish, I'm afraid.
The cover is lively enough and shows the author's love for the art form known as "scattered stencil in marker." In grade school, I loved all sorts of stencils. I was known to draw big flowcharts just for the sake of using the stencil to draw the little boxes and diamonds and arrows.
All the books show their 33 years. But now you're thinking, "I get the dollar signs. It's Vegas. But what the hell is that brown spot? Did the cat throw up on the book?" It's a cesta.
Cleverly, I hid the fact that this is BOOK ONE in a series. You have to look inside to find that out, and by this point I've got you 90% hooked.
Because every book needs a Table of Contents, and also at this point I looked ahead and saw just how many freaking blank pages I'd have to fill with something. Note the use of multiple fonts, either to add spice or to account for my lack of discipline and patience.
Now I'll just let you enjoy the story, and I'll revisit you during the chapter break. Enjoy!
April 20, 2011
cat's paws knead my back
warm purr, tensions melt away
cleanse me of my day
god's hands knead the Earth
cities melt, crumble to dust
cleanse and start over
cleanse hands; knead warm dough
melt butter; dribble on top
I love your biscuits
April 13, 2011
was my imagination
his lies: evident
his success: an illusion
her dead end: tragic
no illusion here
doubt not evident madness
tragic, yes, but true
April 12, 2011
Back in January, I broke my elbow. Or rather, the hulking, slow, dope of a fullback on the other team slammed me down after I beat him to the ball, and HE broke my elbow.
I would like to say that what follows is not for the faint of heart, but it appears my non-displaced fracture of the radial head is actually pretty wimpy, as broken elbows go.
First, a graphic I sketched with my own crayons right onto your computer monitor (NO, I did NOT steal it off the googles, thankyouverymuch. Well, OK, maybe just a little.):