Where Sparrows Sing
Where sparrows sing I heard her name;
forgot to write it down.
Returned to wander forest same,
and in the silence drown.
Oh, sing thy song accursed bird,
so I may know my love.
Bring forth to me that single word,
or should I ask the dove?
Do you wait to be let behind the velvet rope at your favorite club? Did you wait in line hours to see the Summer Blockbuster? Do you wait in the cold night air for the doors at some Big Box Store to open for the midnight Christmas sale? Were you in line for the latest iDevice for days…in the rain? Well, your citizenship is certainly worth more than a few hours every two to four years. So, as soon as it’s available in your area, VOTE! And if someone is trying to suppress your right to vote by making it harder or longer for you to vote, then you need to shove that inconvenience down their throats and wear it as a badge of honor!
“Of the People, by the People, for the People”: Dude, that’s you! That’s us! It’s just words on a paper only if you don’t participate. Make it true. Make it happen.
Make time to vote!
A writer I admire for her creativity is a painter and a photographer, first. She talked about art in such a powerful way, that I decided that it was high-time I learned to draw. I won’t bore you with the endless spheres and cubes and houses I’ve doodled but I’ll toss up the occasional piece that you might find more interesting. In the grand scheme of things I’m still in the very, very early stages.
But I have a lot of fun doing it, especially as I decided to go old-school: pencil and paper; sketching, which sometimes seems ironic for a former Program Director of a college’s digital media program. After all, I created the program so that kids could start straight off in Illustrator or Photoshop and save the graphite and paper, but the first time I picked up a pencil I knew what Heather meant. I have a large Wacom tablet but I wanted to get the tactile experience of drawing and re-drawing, erasing and drawing again while trying to train my hand to be smoother, rather than have software manage that for me. It also fits into my current workflow as I tend to write with pen and paper, and then translate that to Scrivener.
Most of the time I won’t preface the art with much more than a title. Maybe one day, I’ll write shorts about what I draw.
I never lost Hope. You can let someone take hope from you but you can never lose the hope you have in your heart. I never give in to fear or pessimism; and my opinion is not dissuaded by being referred to as a “stooped” or “evul librul” and especially when “progressive” is used as an insult. Progress will always be more appealing to me than regress. I’m not asking you to change your choice of candidate but I am asking that you respect mine. Engage me in spirited debate if you want as I enjoy that, but I draw the line at mean-spirited and belittling comments.
And regardless of your choice (or mine), the Republic will not end tomorrow. We have had great presidents and ignoble ones, scholars and drunkards, and the Republic still stands. And it will still be here on November 3.
The August version of Camp NaNoWriMo has begun and I’m working on a new novel during this month.
Synopsis: When they met, Kirk Altwood was a fifth year anthropology student and Ketzi was an ancient virgin-sacrificing demon; it was a Mayan-December kind of affair. But his virginity turned out to be a technicality — possibly involving sheep — and the sacrifice bound Kirk and Ketzi together. They’re hell under the sheets, and together they solve crimes, at least until she can take his heart for bed _and_ breakfast.
Someone or something is stripping the skin from San Francisco’s best and brightest. Is it a fashion statement, a world-ending ritual or just another wild summer in the Bay Area? If Kirk can’t figure this one out his boss is going to skin him alive, if the “Bayside Butcher” doesn’t do it first!