Paradise Paradigm

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Today I’m Scheherezade, or maybe I’m not. It’s on the radio right now, Rimsky-Korsakov’s music, that is.

I’m hanging out in my hot tub today, thinking of stories – stories so long and epic that I can’t tell them here, but I would only need to go until Shahyar falls asleep. Maybe that wouldn’t take very long. I could give him what I have of The Cult of Hahn, but having a naked Goddess wandering around might just keep him a little too interested. Then there is the Bible of that world, The Book of Cyrus, which is all poetry – epic poetry, K (you would be proud) – unfortunately there isn’t much of it, and frankly I’m not sure I have the will to write all of it. I would have to make it up on the spot for Shahyar, and I’m not sure how fluent I would be extemporarily poetizing. (Maybe I could just make up words on the spot – I seem to be doing that today.) All the excerpts that appear in The Cult of Hahn are here.

I have another story of Faeries and Demons from long ago that I never finished. It doesn’t have a real title, but it has been known both as Slime and Spawn. I’m leaning towards the latter. I was writing it early on when I was experimenting with some authoring software called xyWrite. I finally switched back to using Word, where I could keep multiple documents open at once, i.e. a character list, a list of places, and, like for another story, a dictionary of a language that I made up for that story. Mostly, I just plow through using my memory and fixing inconsistencies later, or not, if I lose interest, which you have probably done by now. I do go on a bit.

Maybe I should just skip to my haiku: Anglectomic absurdity

By the way, no more cards of the day here. I’m leaving those for Ezzie on TCoA. It won’t be everyday, but in each of her episodes. I’ve got more travelling and visitors coming up, so after tomorrow, my attendance may be spotty (like the woman’s head above – are they mouse prints, or …)

4 thoughts on “Paradise Paradigm

  1. Kalliope July 23, 2019 / 10:22 am

    Oooohmmm aaaayyynnnnneeee. I have documents of lists of stuff I felt like writing at one time or another but they’ve all pretty much been based off of various classical texts like princilia naturalis and stuff. My bible would be called the apogryphia. I don’t have any scheduled posts or whatever happening in the steamroom works. I just.. don’t know what people want? I know I shouldn’t worry about what others want, because fuck em. But ugh, I’m not automated, I know nothing, like Jon Snow, but no where near as handsome. I need my buttons pushed or commands activated. Whatever they are or whatever. I ju st know when I’m inert and when “holy shit I’m on the move for some reason.” Meep

    • thecultofanne July 23, 2019 / 12:35 pm

      I don’t really care what people want, I write what I want to, when I want to. I set goals, like writing a haiku a day, but I’m free to change the rules whenever I want to.

      *presses button*

      Ah … lunch.

      • Kalliope July 23, 2019 / 8:38 pm

        What are you in the mood for?

  2. thecultofanne July 23, 2019 / 10:27 pm

    Sleep at the moment. It’s getting past my bedtime. Full breakfast by the pool in the morning?

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