Lost Cause

For whatever reason, I'm starting to think of dragging one of my old stories out into the light. It's not like I don't have a billion (okay, not a billion) current projects to work on.  The one I'm thinking of is something of a dystopian, so I'm sure I'm thinking of it because I've read several dystopians recently.

Then I was thinking I should make a documentary, but I realized I have no idea how to do something like that.  It's probably a better idea to leave that to the pros.  Or that dipshit, Michael Moore.

I guess I should focus on whatever takes my focus at whatever time I'm focusing on.  I'm waiting on my EIN to come in the mail so I can switch my brain on to the bookshop again, even though I'm already sort of bugging out about it and realizing I have no idea what I'd be doing with a bookshop.  Ah, well.  I enjoy lost causes.

Now it's back to considering my dystopian novel.  I love the idea of it, so I'll let it simmer.

A little poetry

I recently went through all of my MySpace blogs and copied them to my computer (just in case), and I realized how much poetry I actually have.  It's kind of scary.  Most of them are... bleak.  Some of them are so odd that I can't figure out why I wrote them in the first place.  But I do like a lot of them, and because I haven't posted in a while (and because it's cold in Houston) here's one of my favorites:


Suicide Snowman

cold outside
frozen day
bundle up in mittens, hats, big furry boots
unless a snowman
who likes icy air
white flurries of snow
make him fatter
all friends and family drifting through wind
until the sun comes out
warm and shining
drip, drip
snow to water
snowman lonely
as his family changes
flows away
what next
but to go with them
with the sun looking on
jump
body on the street
going to water the grass