My son is eating an orange and after he does that we are going to play Bakugan. It's a fun game with all of these little plastic robot balls that transform into alien warriors that do battle on the Bakugan Field of Play. Loads of Math and Reading.

The other little kiddie O' mine is playing w/ her Nintendo DSi and I am sure I'll see her again when she gets hungry.

So, I've squatted out a few small pieces of art over the holidays and have wrapped up the first edit on my novel. Got a friend looking it over and he's pointed out all of the luscious work that still needs to be done to it. God Bless Him for taking the time to tell me just how much I suck. It's beautiful!

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Feeling so battered and abused over the past month and a half about falling for my ex-girlfriend again that I swear if she decided to show me any real affection I'd simply hug a frackin' handgrenade.

Seriously....why do people have to make it SO hard.

Ok. So...I've lamented - Unrequited! Written songs about how she loves me but is too afraid of it 'cause to her there's this "unknown" bit. Great! Like we ain't been thru that before!

Now, she'd dating. A really nice guy, by the way. No unknown bits. Blimy, go figure.

Security is as meaningful as a handjob!

I hate this retched dis-ease called love. It sucks. And on top of it...I am back in MD. Editing the novels, hanging with the kids, living with my folks as my Dad dies from Liver Cancer. So, there is absolutely zero opportunity or chance to meet a nice girl or any girl for that matter to help me adjust the pain.

Ah...what Christmas joy!


Anyhoo, hope you all are doing well!!!

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Encoded in the fabric of consciousness is a repetitive program replaying the same loop information; a sequence of experiences, a patterned string of learned variables, framed logic. There is an error in the program, missing codex of information; data uncorrupted, floating in the matrix awaiting the arrival of a sensory key. Input? Input? There has been no new input.

Looking to the sky…to the ground, tan dirt under feet, walking. The bark on trees thick and veiny; road maps for ants - I remember being here. Am here now.


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Not sleeping a whole lot. Very tired.
Am in New Mexico chicken sitting Clara, Jacquie's pet chicken, and putting together a film Sizzle for my vampire novels. Just got done writing a story version of my screenplay, from the shooting script. That was cool. It hasn't been in a straight story thing since I originally wrote it back in July/August of '08. So...now after all of the edits and whatnots it is nice to see it again in a story version!

The book editors are still doin' the editing work on my two novels and I have started to get chapters in. (yeah!) But, I have had no time to work on what they have sent me. Oh well...God willing and time I'll get to it while I am here. But, if I don't that's cool. I'll do the final edits back in Maryland over the coming Holidays (Holy-Daze).

And....

After God-knows-how-long I finally showed a gallery owner some of my art and he wants to do a show. So, I have been asked to either do a full one person show next July or be apart of a group show. My choice. So...that's cool. The gallery is in New Mexico. So, maybe this will get me off my keister and start showing off my stuff. Hmmmmm, whatdayu think about that?

Am bogged down by lady troubles. Without getting into here too deeply I'll just say that my heart has been violently ripped from my chest, danced on, stuffed back in and peppered sprayed, and then pulled out again and yelled at over a series of days, and shoved back down my throat and told where to go. Needless to say I feel less than...well than an ant crushed under my shoe. It has me anxious and unable to sleep, which is stressful, and I am seriously thinking of using a sleep aid, and on top of it the whole experience has, yet again, made believe that I should never date...that all I will ever get is rejected, rancid love and that I am not worthy of love and should just forget about it forever. This, of course, was where I was at two and a half years ago when I stopped dating and went into writing seclusion. Now, I come out of it only to be immediately, and without reproach, thrust back into it.

...The whole thing makes me wish that there were enough really cool things on TV that I could just disappear into. Oh well. Still breathing so...that's good. Doing Tai Chi helps.

No news yet on whether my vampire screenplay will get made into a film. My Entertainment Lawyer keeps saying that he has news to tell me and "Big" meetings...but, after a month and a half of that he does not update me on the news and time keeps ticking , ticking, ticking. Though...he did ask for the straight story script so hopefully that will help and he'll arrive with news - good or bad or average or funny. Am just fearful that everyone else and their brother's cheesy vampire script will get made and we'll be stuck with the same ole same boring bullshit in the genre and mine will never get to see the light of day. I know...self pitying bullshit! !:yuck:!
But, with people getting frustrated by all of the overblown Twilight-Vamp-Sucking over-saturated industry BS I just feel that every day that I struggle, struggle, struggle to get my script read and get my 8 minute video Sizzler shot that I am loosing more and more ground to even stake a claim in the genre.

I know I have something unique in my vampire stories that will excite the vamp fans everywhere. But..."day after day love turns gray like the skin on a dying man" (Pink Floyd Lyrics)

Hope all you silent, unseen people with your amazingness are doing well and living well.

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Not me. The spiders.

My son and I moved the spider eggs outside before they all hatched. But, the momma spider became too erratic and hid from us. So, she did not make it outside with her babies.

In the interim of me deciding on what to do, one egg sack hatched, but too only a few spiders. They are currently hanging out with their momma, killing bugs, and generally doing what spiders do.

Well, as those that are interested have noticed I've done a few pieces of....well, I bulk to call it art..so, how about - stuff. Went out & about and took some pictures. I keep telling myself that its not the place, its me...But, fuck-all if I can locate a decent shot anywhere. BUT...that being said....I have committed myself to continue to go out & about and find decent shoots while I am here in MD. As it looks like I may be here for some time.

The writing is going well. Still searching for an editor on Book #1. Have decide to Self Publish and start my own small press. Downloading LLC forms are fun. Say it with me, put it in to song - "Downloading LLC Forms are Fun!"

Very Good!

Now, go play!

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