Even Bureaucracies Can Be Magical
The Surreal Side of Politics
Just reached 400 followers today. Is it alright if I refer to them as my legions? Seriously, though, it’s been quite a ride. This went from a blog that published poetry, to fiction, to a political blog. I’ve enjoyed experimenting with all of these styles, tbh.
How many of you out there are still reading? I hope it’s more than 10.
Hello peoples of various stripes. Just thought I’d let you know I’ve entered a writing challenge on theprose.com
Read A Nice Aerial View here. It’s probably one of my favorite stories that I’ve written. Let me know what you think! (any critical comments also welcome!)
Not much going on today. Working on some freelance writing to pay the bills, and trying to think of titles for my amazon series idea. Worked on novel a bit. Writing a blog post. Sometimes it feels like there are too many projects going.
How the hell do you come up with a good title, anyway? The idea is pretty much fleshed out, now I just need a good title. It’s always the damn title that gets me.
So, July has come and gone. I figured I would report my end of month stats, as a little progress marker. Might make this a regular thing. Might not. Probably will though.
Let’s see. I started posting in this blog regularly in February of this year. Since then, the stats are as follows.
2017 total views: 5.5k
Highest month for views (June): 1.9k
July: 1.5k
Followers: 324
Took a bit of a hiatus in July due to vacation. Hope to ramp it up again for August. I’ll have to find some way to distract myself from the fact that I’m sweating buckets.
Why the picture of Anthony Scaramucci? Well, I have to stick to the political theme somehow, right? Also, I gotta admit that it’s been challenging to figure out what to focus on when it comes to this doomsday tableau. This upcoming month will probably be as interesting as the last. Just hope the writers know what they’re doing.
Beset with difficulties
Not diffident
Nor remorseful
He traipses across the vast clay territory
Not quite judicious
Not exactly seeking redemption
Our Beleaguered POTUS pens a letter
The ink a never-ending supply of reprisal
What is a man to do when the plain folds up and turns to the sky?
Loyalty is trending now
A mighty royal word only used in the worst of cases
Redefined constantly by a blue-blooded bastard*
*But trump (with a lowercase “t”) isn’t royalty. Has it ever occurred to “the people” that such historical analogies fuel the narrative of being untouchable, superior, and above it all? An abusive, inconsistent, dunderhead of a king is still a king, right? And sometimes, we tend to respect authority when it is consistently and severely abused.
Is trump (again, with a lowercase “t”) a king? Hardly. But you never know, his vice-laden successor might become one.
The quiet threat always seems less important than the most colorful one. Mike Pence is the grey, lifeless soldier. trump, the not exactly charismatic but hard to ignore former real estate mogul with a mysterious past that is always up for reinterpretation.
The last post I made on here was 9 days ago. I think this is because I’ve resumed writing on my novel again and have a difficult time juggling many creative projects and sustaining interest in them simultaneously.
What a monumental task this has been! It started out as a short story, then I wrote an extension to that story. Not satisfied with that, I wrote a replacement for that extension, only to finally decide to merge the two and write a novel.
So far I’ve finished one novella, (which was actually one long poem with not very good dialogue), and have one attempt at a novel languishing on my Google Drive, as well as this current project.
I think what I might do is post on this blog once a week, using it as a sort of “creative vacation” from this novel that I’m working on.
Hmm. Sounds like a plan. Too bad though that I can’t write this hot and overly buggy summer away. That would be nice.
He floats across a grand hall
His robe aflutter
Not exactly an angel
Not quite the devil either
No, merely a man
Walking flesh using earthly laws
For heavenly gain
A lich spins like god’s chosen orb
Dripping ink of the most opportune color
But ink can’t shake hands
It must foster an illusion
That hands were shook
Hey all, sorry I’ve been AWOL the last several days. I’ve been visiting my ancestral estate (and by “ancestral” I mean purchased a few months ago). It’s incredibly serene here, with the trees, the silvery sky, the lush grass, and even turkeys who’ll be joyous until November.
There have been so many events lately to drape a surreal curtain over, the G-20 summit, Trump Jr, Bernie Sanders and the hidden, seedy underbelly of Vermont. 74 words in and I’m already feeling intimidated!
I haven’t even mentioned James Comey yet, oh wait I just did. He’s emerging again from his pile of memos, that great full-breasted matyr of democracy.
Anyway, all that being said, I’ll be back on the 12th, ready to put finger to key.
*waves like the Queen of England, then majestically disappears being a rock*
That one word started to sound funny
And his magic number floated out to sea
Causing uncertainty to settle on a dark mass
Change set down roots
Permeating the vile dirt
Growing inside while burgeoning on the outside
Peacocking its skeletal limbs
Still obscuring the night sky with an oak ribcage
The finest wood must’ve been imported from somewhere
From where it didn’t matter
But influence came from inscrutable craftsmanship with an american stamp
I was just published in thedrabble on July 4th. My first publication! The photo they provided captured the feeling I had in mind while writing it, so I’d like to extend a “great job” to the person responsible for that. Anyway, before the sanctimonious long-windedness of the writer kicks in, I’ll end this message on a high note.
Thanks, thedrabble!
Even Bureaucracies Can Be Magical 