No write. All wrong.

Don’t you just love clever plays on words?

So I have done no writing in the past few days.  I did take about 10 minutes to finalize the script for Birdwatching from Mars Issue #2 but other than that, nothing.

Even my reading has been suffering.  Work has burned me out these last few weeks and my internal clock is trying to adjust to only 5 1/2 hours of sleep a night.  I have been stuck reading Bentley Little’s The Burning for about 3 weeks now.

Maybe I’ll do some writing today or tonight.  I think I finally know how the Oz story is going to end.  I also need to pick up the editing for Broken Skies and the re-release of Darklights.

Sorry folks, that’s all I’ve got.  Tell you what…due to the lackluster post today, I’ll share with you a poem I read recently that floored me.  It is from Mary Ruefle’s Indeed I Was Pleased With the World, titled “The Tenor of Your Yes”

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If you were lonely

and you saw the earth

you’d think here is

the end of loneliness

and I have reached it by myself.

If you were sad

and you saw the kitchen

you’d think here is

the end of sadness

and they have prepared it for me.

Turner painted his own

sea monsters, but hired

someone else to do

“small animals.”

Apparently, he could do

a great sky, but not

rabbits.

Much like god at the end.