That means, this boulder is rolling downhill.
Less than ten weeks, most likely. I'm shooting for Halloween. I know I said "end of summer" but I spent August with Terri Giuliano-Long's BlogFlash2012. I gained a lot of exposure and attention, but didn't get much other writing done.
I'm also working on Pavarti K. Tyler's Penny-A-Page Erotica Anthology, also due end of October.
So it's hard-hat time. Grindstone time. Typing with my work-gloves on time.
Still need a title. Not sure if I like Cathartes Aura at the Last Call Mall. Suggestions welcome.
Here you go: one my favorite characters to write dialog for, Father James.
Hands clasped on his worn
leather book, James breathes,
Lifts his voice to the
trees. “I see Satan
On your shoulders, hissing
doom in your ears:
'You will die quick
deaths, live meaningless lives,
Accomplish naught but
fertilize the ground.'”
Three farm women weep
together, arms hooked
And faces stern. The old
woman wails, hangs
On the round man in
overalls. “Forked tongues
Caress your skin, tempt
you to sin. Who cares?
Live loose. This world is
gone. But I see God.”
