Monthly Archives: September 2009
There a few songs that get my creative juices flowing EVERY time I them. The one song that never fails me is “Street Fighting Man’ by the Rolling Stones.
The words create such vibrant images, my brain just lights up.
“Everywhere I hear the sound of marching, charging feet, boy,
‘Cause summer’s here and the time is right for fighting in the street, boy”
“Hey, said my name is called Disturbance;
I’ll shout and scream, I’ll kill the King, I’ll rail at all his servants”
Can’t quite explain it. Is it the way Jagger wails “street fighting maaaaaaan?
Or maybe its the haunting sitar that lurks in the background?
This is one song that just does it for me.
Back to Class
Back to Brookdale for another round of Creative Fiction Workshop. I just finished a childrens/young adult dark story that I am excited about.
I also have have another idea rattling around in my head that I cant wait to get on paper. It involves a prison and zombies. This one ain’t for kids.
Tattoo Artists Are Not The Most Organized Of The Business Community
I have a Yankee tattoo. No, I’m not a bandwagoner I got it in 1997 after I went my adult life with one or two Yankee playoff appearances.
Anyway, I have been toying w/ getting another one since then and ultimately decided I would et one once I got one of my stories published. Well, Infestation was published on Pseudopod.org on June 5th so now I was ready.
I have a symbol that I created for my “novel” that I hope to one day publish. So, all I need is an artist. Easy right?
The first guy was a whackjob. I coudn’t get him to send me his rendition of my design. He had every excuse in the book including the “I needed to go on a journey to Florida to pick up my wife and kid then drive all the way back unexpectedly” story. A friend of mine who knew his boss said something after my trying to get in touch with him for 2 months and the artist makes a startling revelation. Apparently he visited me in an alternate reality where he told me that water, from out of nowhere, decided to pour itself all over my design turning it to mush. Let call this reality the “Bull Shit” reality. In Bull Shit reality he has repeatedly asked me for another copy and I keep telling him that I will e-mail it to him but, sadly never do. Bull Shit reality me seems to be a it of an asshole. I decided to leave this artist to wallow without me in Bull Shit reality.
Next I hit it off with a woman who quickly whips me up a design. I love what I see but would like to see variation or two since it will be inked permanently on my flesh. My apt. is in 2 days and she has apparently dropped off the face of the earth for the last month. Now I will be forced to go into my apt. and request that she whip another design or two prior to taking needle to my skin.
Should it be this hard to pay someone for a service?