Pretending to be an Agoraphobic writer

 Pigeons.

Who is this bitch and what is that thing in her hand?

I have mixed feelings about them.
On the one hand, they are very graceful birds.   Watching them fly is a glorious thing that I have been unable to catch on my camera, but it's very freeing to watch.  They make the most delightful cooing sound, which is a really cool thing to wake up to when they are in your window sill like this:

It's like they're talking to each other!

Then they can be so pretty and delicate like here:

Aww, he's bowing like he's asking me to dance.  How cute!

 But there's another side to pigeons... look at their eyes.

It wants to kill me.  I can tell.   This pigeon is out for blood!  I can never go outside again!

Also, I has a kitty... but not really.  She's an outdoor cat... and may also be out for my blood...

That's a two story house behind her.

Here's how I normally see her, pawing across the courtyard.  She comes across the big wall, maybe 20 feet high.

So delicate and pretty

She comes down off the shed...

She thinks she's hiding.

Yes.  I see the orbs.  Stop mentioning them!

She walks across the overhanging ledge.

















Then she chills out in the courtyard.









Anyways, this cat is incredibly aloof.  She walks away if there are any people nearby.  But she sits on my window sill and stares at me sometimes.  She's not afraid of us; she just doesn't give a fuck.

Mad Jack has gone to Dublin for the weekend, for the theater festival there.  Very excited for him.  I went with him... maybe two weeks ago to see some shows.  There was so much drama over getting on the bus (we had to print tickets and we couldn't.  We had to run to the bus so we didn't miss it because we didn't know where it was, but we found it).  In the end, we didn't need the print out and all was well.

Here's the calming scenery between Galway and Dublin:






The shows ended up being shit.  So much shit, that I'm not even going to tell you about them...

Okay fine I will.  One of them featured a ten minute opening of someone putting on make-up from a YouTube video while all of the 3 actors (the male included) put on the same make-up.  Then one girl sang a love song.  Then the man and the other girl fell in love, but with really high-tone language, like very mythic.  Then there was a picture of a man riding a horse... for TEN minutes.

Stare at this for even one minutes and see what it does to you.

Okay, our horse was at least in motion, but still TEN minutes.
Then they were modern kids sitting around talking about missing home and they kept interrupting each other with less interesting stories. (the first was about the guy calling his family one a month when he lived in America and they lived in Ireland and that's interrupted by the story of some friend they all know who quit her job and traveled the world and wrote a blog about it, and this is interrupted by... a story so pointless I don't remember it.
Then the guy and the girl in love stood next to each other.  She was happy.  He was restless.  While this was happening the other girl (the singer) was sitting on the floor with a jar of water and pouring that water to another jar, then sliding the now full jar across the floor and then pouring it into the empty jar.  She did this over and over and over and over... it drove Mad Jack even madder.  The guy sits next to her and held her, picking it up after she slides it, then handing it to her.  All the while she's got this great vacant blissful stare on.  Then the guy says to the girlfriend who is pouring sand between her hands into a tray (wtf?) I have to go. and she's like no! no!  And he's like I miss home.  And... then is was over.   (Somewhere in there was a great ghost story about an island that had to be evacuated due to flooding and the father who's three sons had drowned in the channel refused to cross the channel.  So he set a table for four and a priest on land watching insisted that they came to dinner.)
Apparently, this entire thing was a post-modern expression of an old Irish myth about a guy named Oisin (O-sheen) who falls in love and is carried away by a nymph, who then keeps him for 100 years without him knowing.  He asks to go home because he's homesick and she tells him he can, but he will lose his youth and die if he falls off his horse.  So fella goes, and of course, has to get off his horse to prove how strong he is and falls off the horse.  Ages a hundred years and dies on the spot.  Nobody told me this before hand, so the entire thing was confusing... but you know, as well done as that style of theater can be.  The actors were great at expressing concrete feeling in the abstraction.  They knew what was going on even if we didn't.

Which is more than I can say for the next show... Which was an hour of a man reciting for us a really lovely novel about his grandfather, uncle, and himself.  Their mental illness, their house, and their relation to God and Ireland.  Would have been a great book, very funny.  But the man was deadpan, hardly moved, hardly changed the tone of his voice.  Fucking boring as fuck.

Anyways, after experiencing the combination of mind-fuck and bored out of mind, this is what Dublin looked like to me:

Here's what it looked like to my camera:

Panorama!

Anyways.... whatever is awesome...
Right.


My time in Ireland has been ridiculously productive and I love it.
I finished "Unleashed" (Saulier and Averic) very recently...Last week I think... Sept 24 th 11 days ago and I jumped into the next one immediately.  That one has no title yet... but it is also finished and will be ready to submit to a contest about Bounty Hunter Nov 30th.

I'm looking for un-paid beta readers for them, if anyone is interested in critiquing and grammar checking gay male smut porn. I put that on facebook as a status... I probably shouldn't have posted to the world that I write gay erotic smut, but whatever. I enjoy it. I don't think I have any friends that are stupid about that and if they are, they can unfriend me. Fuck them, right?

I was very excited that I finished this one so quickly. Technically, it was a revision of "American Dreams" but it's so impossibly different than that story. They didn't share a single a scene, just the premise of a Bounty Hunter and his mark falling in love. And this one was much less campy.

So this has really energized and excited me! Which is funny because this is my horoscope today:

My favorite view while writing

Friday, October 5, 2012
By Rick Levine
You may need to accept your current status in a relationship or on the job, especially if you set your goals so high that they are nearly impossible to reach. But rather than wallowing in disappointment or fear of failure, acknowledge your successes. Instead of setting a new course, shift gears and move ahead by building on the foundations you have already created. Your confidence will return as you focus on the work at hand.


So yeah, I'm acknowledging successes and feeling really good about myself right now. I'm moving on to work on that e-publishing site now, so it should just be a matter of time before I'm telling y'll about the money I'm raking in from Smashwords.

Anyways, I have to get back to work. Actually, I think I forgot to write about this on this blog, but I've been treating writing like a 9-5 job, and I'm going to use all my lunch break on this post. lol. Every 90 minutes I spent writing I work out for 30 and I do that 4 times. Usually more. Writing has consumed me. If I don't do something in the morning before I start writing, I won't stop writing to do it. SIMS 3 Supernatural included! How fucked up is that? It's like I'm doing what I'm supposed to be doing with my life. I just hope I can start getting paid to do it soon.

Ten minutes...