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It’s hard to imagine there are hits for this blog at all, but there is; so that’s why I keep it going — it’s more of a guide to reading Consumer-isms rather than a series of advertorial like personal plugs.
That said, this is an update/plug of sort.
If you follow Chaser, you know there has been a shift to fables, and those fables are the backbone of a manuscript that I am currently working on, and when I have more to announce, I’ll post it here and on Chaser.
I had been working on another short story anthology, but that has been put on hold until I finish the other work — I’ve never been a linear person, I will drop things for years, only to pick it up again when the inspiration strikes.
I hardly blog here, but Chaser is a busy place — and it has evolved since I first launched it…
You can get it on Amazon, and bluechrome’s web site…
Because my new book has yet to come out — plus I do all my serious blogging over at Chaser.
Consumer-isms comes out in less than a month.
The countdown begins…
It’s going to go offline tonight.
And then it’s going the Word Press way tomorrow.
I didn’t put in all of the entries — those weren’t important or the subject was covered in better detail in a later post.
So, most of the old posts are in there, and blogging will resume.
I still have a couple of things to fiddle with here and there, but this site is back and running — and it happened a lot sooner than I thought it would.
It’s the other blog that needs work — with almost 1000 posts, articles and comments to put up here…
November 27, 2007
This is just a little taste of another anthology I am working on. It’s a period piece: a 1980’s punk opera composer just can’t get past a horrible case of writer’s block.
This little scene doesn’t have him in it, but I thought it was an interesting passage to share:
The hotel was always a good place to ensure both privacy and comfort. No self-pitying Elliot to contend with; no journalists to spin; and no swooning friends to enable. Nina was finally alone. Her world of one could be tended to without interruption. Nina studied herself in the mirror; she really was beautiful beyond reproach: she was nothing less than a comely and soft muse who could both freeze her prey with her intimidating radiance and melt them with her gentle sensuous charms. Nina could maintain dominance at all times: her prey’s primal emotions were hers to proficiently manipulate and control to her benefit. At no time could her marks regain their senses long enough to catch on to her complicated games.
She extended her arms playfully above her head as she modeled her flawless and well-dressed physique to herself. No wonder Reese swooned and wrote brilliant and uncompromising punk operas about her and her philosophical dictates. She was as smart as she was gorgeous. She inspired her husband at his work and in the bedroom. She was perfect in every way but one. Why couldn’t she have an ounce of morals?
Just one little piece would make a world of difference. No sick little mind games; no lust to drive her husband insane. Nina understood this deficiency in her soul, but only as a theoretical construct. Her soul could not begin to grasp the dangers and that’s what counted.
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October 14, 2007
In Nap Time At The House Of Pain, the Ryersons live in a nice, big house filled with a lot of pretty things.
But as big and nice the house is, it’s not good enough. Not nice enough. Not big enough.
Oh, the four members of the family aren’t bumping into each other.
But it’s not the nicest and biggest house on the block.
That’s what counts.
It’s never big enough…
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October 14, 2007
It’s a big university dedicated to the pursuit of knowledge, kudos, grants, and good press.
In U Spin Me, Baby! (But Will It Play in PR-ia), Silverport is typical academic university that’s the epicenter of an atypical problem in a shifting landscape, one where gate-keepers are losing their clout and those who know how t beguile those once powerful gate-keepers are finding themselves getting caught up in the middle of a changing battlefield.
It’s almost as if the university is finding itself trying to swim out of a raging flood.
Escape out of those invisible waters is the key objective.
In simpler times, you needed someone who had a map of the grounds and could safely and quickly guide the ship to the gates, and persuade the gate-keepers to open the doors so that the ship could sail to calmer waters.
It’s harder to function like that these days.
Even though Silverport is the physical geographical location, the main battlefield is another location — a psycho-geographical one.
So it really doesn’t matter where Silverport is located or what it looks like.
Because that’s not where the battle is really being fought.
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October 13, 2007
Like any well-heeled, well-connected, well-groomed model, Apricot Leeves has a nice posh place to call home. Clean, clinical, and of course, chic, Miss Leeves’ residence is the perfect place to invite her perfect friends for a perfect party. There is a nice balcony that comfortably holds four people.
There is Apricot’s bedroom, too, but she only disappears for seconds. Who goes there and why can be a guessing game.
It’s certainly a guess for the two main characters in the story Lance & Bunny, who have had the misfortune to be invited to the porcelain-perfect ice queen’s frosty lair.
What secrets lay underneath those layers of ice is anyone’s guess…
October 13, 2007
It’s the place where Mila settles down with her new husband in War-Torn Mila. It’s an isolated little place. No neighbors. There is a small, cramped house. And a large yard. It’s very much like a maze without an exit. There are dangers everywhere. It’s a young bride’s worst nightmare. A dangerous maze with no exit.
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October 11, 2007
In Wain in Vain, everything is about the visual and the psychological.
Each room and piece described in the story is sending a message to the audience.
There are sweet statues that speak of quiet grace. There are statues that speak of courage. Paintings that speak of grander days.
And then there’s the room where Divinia hawks her works.
Her room houses anger and hatred.
And she knows how to build it all up — the audience and her hype.
Her reasons aren’t as complex as she’d like them to be.
But in the gallery where her exhibition is on display is complex. It is something of a maze, although at first appearance, it doesn’t seem to be.
So Divinia and the gallery are opposites of one another in opposite ways.
It is not a natural fit.
A gallery with an eclectic works — and it is not a natural fit for the title character.