It's dusty in here.
I've been busy and busier. During that time I have also begun to piddle diddle with another book.
When I first wrote The Boogie Man Is My Friend, or compiled it, actually, (as most of it was in my journals,) I was in a snarky mood. Reading it now, I think I seemed angry, compassionate, and burdened all at once. The burdens were the ones I carried all those years from my kiddo cases that are internalized by cops. Plus...I wrote all over the place, very disorganized...just like a real live serial killer. Maybe I was playing the part in my mind. Mwahahaha! If you can imagine all those emotions running through me, you can imagine a red hot candy laced with chipotle sauce and dipped in chocolate.That's what I was like.
That sounds kind of good, really.
Whee doggies. My mind channeling is all over the place at random times. If you can say anything about Fargo...it's that she is random and snarky. In case you haven't noticed, I don't have a filter.
The next book might not be for all.
It's going to be small.
You can't buy it at a mall.
If you hate it: drop it down or just drink more alcohol.
Pleasing everyone is really not my protocol.
But pleasing some...
...brings better results and income.
Maybe I should write porn?
Yep. I am a born again poet. Here is the book in Haiku:
- A warm feeling
covers precious you in repose
but only a dream
I am not ready to reveal the book right now. It's full of Fargo. And that's all I'm going to say about that. Just hope and pray I edit myself better.