Obsession with obsession

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I’ve been obsessed by two things today, which have become related. Firstly, skin. The first event of today’s installment of Planet Ezzie (5. Unicorn) is true. That also inspired my haiku: Purity. I think I want to say more about purity at some point, too. We’ll see where that goes.

My other obsession is Planet Ezzie. The neighbor boy, Tommy, becomes more than just a bystander, and is a different Tommy than I’ve written about under another pseudonym (for the few that know it), but is in many ways the same. (The other Tommy is from the 1970’s.) He’s the same curious kid, but this Tommy has special powers, and I don’t know what they all are yet, but certainly, he can see the magical symbols on Ezzie glowing through her clothing. I don’t want to give any spoilers, but I do have the next two installments in my head, although not yet written.

Ezzie took a dark turn in the middle of the previous series (More Late Nights with Ezzie Dryar), and this series is even darker. Her love interests have moved on, and many of her friends have all but disowned her. She is very much alone now, except for her pet succubus, who was exorcised from her at the end of the last series, but is still there clinging on to her, and still exerting a very tiny amount of control over Ezzie’s life.

I still don’t know where to post the 78 installments of the original Late Nights with Ezzie Dryar. It may have to be on EJO, since I haven’t written much there lately. I could put a link on TCoA that directs to it.

I think I’ll leave today’s flirtation with purity for another time, except for maybe this:

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A forest pond,
clear and undisturbed
by ripples or insects,
not even a tadpole.

The pure skin
of a young woman
in her flower,
perhaps deflowered
by her man opposite,
betrays no outward blemish.

Gold of 24 carats,
fine, but malleable,
is easily bent.

What value is this purity
when impurity gives strength?

With age comes stiffness,
wisdom and knowledge.
Do they corrupt or refine, 
Like the strongest tempered steel?

Do my impure thoughts
harden me against injustice,
or am I just as easily bent?

Taking shape

I spent some more time on the Annethology today. It now stands at around 61,000 words – 18 stories written since 2007, featuring The Veil of Sheera and Intolerance. Most of the stories are fantasy, some are dark, and some are sensual. I’m not sure how many more I should add.

Should I aim for 75,000 words? That would be around 300 pages. I don’t want to make it cost too much, since it will be my first foray into self-publishing – I say self publishing, but a friend of mine may publish it though his company.

Any thoughts? A few of the stories are posted on The Cult of Anne (link in my blogroll), and most of them (early drafts) are also on Writerscafe.org.