Greased lightning

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Every time I hear a clap of thunder, I seem drawn to go outside. That isn’t a particularly good idea, since we had a nearby lightning strike while I was away during the summer – think tall tree flattened, just missed the house. It’s not even raining out. It was earlier, and it probably will again, but it is the rain that I crave, soaking myself. It was raining this morning when I drove into uni. I didn’t want to get wet then, because I had to teach, but I do now. I have no appointments to make myself presentable for. (Preposition dangled.)

Water today, sometimes fire. Last night it was fire. I wanted to write the email from hell last night, but I restrained myself and sent a polite one to someone else, who I’m hoping sent a more sensible email than my fiery tirade. I’ve been volatile lately, and I need that rain to cool me down. That might explain today’s haiku: In circles, going.

There is also a new Ezzie going live in about 2 hours. I’ve been trying to stagger entries on the same site (TCoA) to catch more readers. This one gets all magical, I think the first time in all three series that magic is overt. Ezzie doesn’t understand it. She isn’t sensitive to the spiritual world, and doesn’t even realize until she’s told that she is having an out of body experience. I think it is actually more than that, but I haven’t really thought it out yet. Tommy has hinted that this may be her means of escape. It may be now or never, because he may be moving to California, and he considers himself her protector.

I don’t know why I’m divulging that information. Perhaps it helps me to talk things out a little, even when almost no one is talking back. It greases the cog that aligns the wheels.


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It’s the end of another week, and I’m about to begin my travels. Close up the house, pack what I need, give my life a general tidy. First things first, I posted yesterday’s haiku this morning: Grapes. You will also find a bonus haiku in the comments, if you are observant. I may post another later on, since Grapes was for yesterday. We’ll see how that goes. I’ve had a request, and I need to do a little background study before I write.

I also posted the last pre-existing episode of Bathing in the Hot Tub of my Mind on EJO: 30. Fidgit. As I’ve said before #31 is already up on TCoA.

I’ve done some more proofing on The Veil of Sheera and other Tales, my short story collection. You can find the title story on TCoA: The Veil of Sheera. I have another 70 pages to proof, and then some corrections to do. I’ve decided that the Peter Grimes quotes in Intolerance have to go. I know the Britten Estate is litigious, and although the quotes only provide color, they might object. I’ll probably just remove the first two, and write my own poem to replace the last one, a seascape. There is very little correction elsewhere, so that might be it, except, of course, the cover art. Dare I stoop to using a stock photo? This book won’t pay for itself, so I can’t afford to license anything unless it is cheap.

Go on Anne, invest in your art!

Maybe for The Cult of Hahn, after I’ve tested the waters.

Can’t go without my card for the day:

PRINCESS OF CUPS: Gentle, kind, romantic and dreamy.

Well, there is my seascape. Venus dancing on the foaming sea, voluptuous and alluring. I can be a dreamy romantic, but that isn’t me today. The Queen of Cups is Ezzie, and I thought at first that I was being given a message to write another Ezzie series. I don’t know now. I’m thinking so much about water today. Several of the stories in the tVoS are set on the east coast of England – am I being subtly pushed to finish that, or write something new? Ideas are swishing around in my head. I just need time to let them percolate.

Once bitten, twice …

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… bitten, three times, well … bitten.

I went to a neighborhood gathering last night, and in addition to getting staggeringly drunk (which is not hard for me, but doesn’t happen often), some insect decided that I tasted sublime. (Men have told me the same thing!) Somehow my knees were exceptionally delectable, in spite of my jeans. I also received a nasty bite on my abdomen through a cotton blouse.

As you may have noticed, I have become obsessed with the underwater photography of Engin Akyurt, which I will feature either until I run out of photos that I like (which may take awhile), or until this obsession runs its course. There are some that are labeled Pixabay, that are obviously still him. I don’t know why they get labeled that way.

Today, my haiku centers on the 13th letter of the alphabet: M

That was the final version, but the cutting room floor also has this one:

midnight melting time
mother moon make me magic
move me, mes amies

Actually, I lied. This one I just composed out of the mess on the cutting room floor. The first line was written before the M theme came. Mes amies was originally mi amor. So here is the true cutting floor. Notice the wrong number of syllables in the first line. That brought about a drastic change.

My molten midnight magic
move me, mon amour

I may try to rectify that and keep it.

Well, I’m in the groove, so today’s card is:

7 of Disks: Failure.

Little gain from much labor. That’s the meaning I’ll take from it. Or maybe sloth. I should be doing other more fruitful things, like finishing one of my books or writing some real poetry … or maybe even earning some money.

Maybe it’s that time melting away.

And while I’m distracted, I just posted 29. Distraction on Eirica Johnstone’s Obsession. One more left.