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Weekly News BlastA chapter of my novel: The Teething Ring is being published this month. Or part of it, anyway. Want a preview? It is called "On the Waterfront Part One: Daughter of Llyr" in the Ejournal E2K. Comments? |
![]() The bloody hand of Beth... well, slightly cleaned. Beth, like Nour before her, grace my page out of love for mymidnight clan. Bleed on my guest book! | Daily News Friday, February 09, 2001![]() Daily News Thursday, February 08, 2001Toooo much: CNN.com Picture of the day!!!Daily News Wednesday, February 07, 2001I just got one of my poems accepted for a PRINT magazine: The Bleeding Pen. Spazz sent me some copies last fall, and I submitted something, but heard nothing back for so long... but somehow, they finally responded... The poem is "Decayed Expectations" and you can read it on my poetry page. I'm SOOOOOO happy. I can't wait until they mail me my copies...It is hard to find good books around here, in English. But I found a great one, that I've been devouring as I can. It is called _The Romance of Nice_, written around 1910s. I would have loved to live here in the second century... lots of panthers devouring christian... oops. NOT devouring christians, because they were so pious. But otherwise a good time was had by all. Perhaps I can type in a snippet I just read. If I can find some way to prop up the book and typa at the same time... later. SS Daily News Tuesday, February 06, 2001I just found out that my POD Spazz passed his exams almost 2 weeks ago, and is now Dr Spazz. Congradulations! Dweeb. You could have told me sooner![KISS] SS Daily News Monday, February 05, 2001I just got home for the first time in days;hiding and sleeping and crawling and seeking. Never expecting to make my way home; watching and waiting and haunting and hating. Never expecting to find him alone; driving and cursing and thirsting and drinking. Home in my hole happy and warm; smiling and purring and digesting and sleeping. With love and terminal affection, |