Tihmmnmmish's Cuddle-Friendly Fireside Threadcast

I love poetry. I wrote a sonnet yesterday.

There. Is that better?
LOL

I love poetry too. I also love show tunes which probably explains a lot. Don Quixote is my hero because of Man of La Mancha... but I digress

To me, there is something amazing about finding a way to express a thought within a thought. A rhyme and meter that enhances a thought or image. I know that my success rate isn't high, but I do enjoy it when it actually works.

I would love to see more sonnets and other forms posted!
 
Okay, don't think that I am being boastful cuz I think this is hilarious.

I have a fan club.

LOL
Last night, one of my readers messaged me asking about how to vote for my stories for the Readers' Choice Awards. He told me about how he has all his friends reading my stories. As a joke, I suggested that I make him president of my fan club. He loved that idea. LOL So while we were talking, I jumped onto my PowerPoint and made him a certificate saying something like Official Fan Club President, Oklahoma Chapter, of Sheila's Art & Erotica presented on May 11, 2009. To the template, I added a pic of my painting Recovery (one in my sig) and a little snip of text from a story. Then, I emailed it to him. He loved it! LOL Which is way cool.. but seriously funny.

Fans are fun.
 
It'll be awhile, so no big hurry. About 2025. Stock up on time-killers.:):heart::rose::kiss:

ok.. well, a Sudoku disk came with my new printer, so I think I'm set. LOL
Of course, SIMS is something I now avoid due to the fact that my time evaporates upon loading. I think there is some kind of time warp involved. I load the game, play for what I think is half an hour and actually 2 or 3 hours have passed.

I was talking to my love interest last night about how I need to get out the novel I had started and work on it. That's the plan.

As far as your work... one word keeps coming to mind- TEXTURE.
You are a multi-gifted person which is evident in the work that you do. What I wonder is if you were to stop one of those elements, would the others suffer? I really would like to see you do something that utilizes all your gifts.. I see a blend in your future. But, hey, I'm not your pimp, or what do they call them? Agents.
 
If I could draw, I'd do cartoons. God, I'd love to be able to draw cartoons. Or single frame comics. Or comic strips. Animation. That's the ticket. Animation. Sigh...
 
I suppose if drawing cartoons/comics is out, the next best thing would be to apply animation to wordage, whether poetic or prosy or a combo. I was thinking about that yesterday while I went walking. Began to imagined how a piece might go or be composed. It caused quiet laughter. So there's possibly some goal material in there. Or not a goal itself, but an approach that might just work. As far as Lit pertinence, probably have to clear the list again. No more slinging stuff out. Really knuckle down and resist the beckoning submission box. That's a goal. Hm, yeah, Work harder. Starting... not right away. In the near future. June, July, June 20. July 1. That's it. No more fuckin around. Or at least far less fuckin around.
 
Fucked around a little. Worked a little, not too much, not too much work; motionless work; mental. Peered close. Squinted and sniffed. Prayed for a fatty to fall from heaven, on the side, secret, can't really announce it or publicly puruse it since the missus spends occupational time at the sheriff's office. Such a procurement would have to be quite discreet. It would have to come first. Nonetheless, looked at an opening paragraph with the aforementioned animation dreams in mind. Could be something to work with, something that syncs; a feel, a flavor, a dirt road lined with cattails. Took hold of a couple poetic devices, and pushed their faces into the paragraph. Think it helped. Probably use those poetic devices again like that. Alliteration took to it okay, but assonance expressed hesitation. I'd be lying if I said I didn't kinda enjoy that taste of power. Oh yes.
 
I will take this moment, LS, to make public the fact that a plan is cooking. Focus on 1 Good Something. Incorporate everything. Summer project. September... October... nah, December. New Years. 1 big beautiful Thing. It will require an approach completely opposite to the norm. But it must be done. Must be.
 
Or, one structure containing many different rooms with different views and decorated differently, yet with plenty of balconies and patios and picnic tables. The entrant could go where they wanted, as many times as they wanted, have a choice between stairs or elevator or golf cart.

Or maybe not a structure. An entire town... a town with many structures and streets and varied landscapes. Or a county. Yes, a county. Two counties. One with a large city plus annexes, the other more small town and rural. Or... no. A nation. A new nation. No, a world. Yes, a whole world... or a galaxy. Or, the one big structure being one galaxy, within which are countless smaller structures, within which are roads that lead to all sorts of worlds with all sorts of cities and towns and country landscapes populated by all sorts of beings and beasts. Multiple stories and poems and ideas crisscrossing and endless interrelations, which the entrant is free to come, go, mix and match as suits them. January 2010 unveiling may be unrealistic. January 2011 or '12...
 
Good to hear that the wheels are turning, hmmnmmish. Setting a definite deadline is helpful for me. I'm not saying that you should at this point. Maybe you need time to play with the idea some more first. Personally, I will have a mega-launch in October 2011. I have things in place. I know what I need to do. I feel better having that concrete goal and it's related expectations. Of course, not everyone works that way.
 
It is not my normal way. But if the normal, comfortable ways have not produced favorable results, maybe it couldn't hurt to try another way. I'm inclined to think about figuring out what pieces and players will participate and then put them all together. Maybe visible approachable deadlines for the individual pieces and players. If such a thing would be put out here, it would perhaps be a very long list of pieces and players; some of them cut in prose pieces and others in poetics and yet others featuring sounds and visuals. The visitor could start at any point and go in any direction. Or they could remove portions and do what they wanted.

Actually, October 2011, I'll be 50. Hard to believe that. Me, approaching 50. Just seeing the number... doesn't seem right. A mistake. I mean, mentally I still feel like 25.

But maybe that would be perfect. Yeah... good date.

50? Sonovabitch!
 
The Grey Ones tried to steal Annie away in the night till Ron called for medical help and begged them to save Annie.. There were times Annie begged to die and cried in pain as her body burnt. Ron brought home the weak tired shell of Annie today and told the Pneumonias to leave his Annie be.

oh I will find you on Twitter I am on it too
 
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Or...!
A better idea... it came last night.
Almost forgot it, til just a minute ago.
Might be on to something. Finally.
 
instead of clearing the list and starting over, just use what's already there and build connectives from those; an audio piece that connects/relates to a prose thing, pluck a thread from a poem and build related prose from it, that can somehow connect to others. Then at the end of the year, consider it finished and clear the list, start over. Then by October 2011... well I don't know. Should be something. Oh yeah.
 
If fabricated eroticism wasn't spread so wide throughout popular culture it might become more valuable and interesting. That's a toughie too. You hear that now and then, that "this is a porn site" but I suspect it began that way, or that's the foundation, but it's grown branches which beckon varied species to come and check out setting up nest quarters. And some nests bustle and others are set off to the side. Or in neighboring trees. I guess I was just curious about the porn tree. But it isn't me, porn. I'm no porn writer. It's an ill-fitting sweater. Sometimes it helps to jot out such thoughts in real time. Or even erotic romance. Yuck. I don't mean erotic romance is yucky. But if I try to step back and see myself spending energies on erotic romance; it ain't a match. So it was good to not attain success in that realm. Keep going back, back, back, like, to Kettleton.
 
If fabricated eroticism wasn't spread so wide throughout popular culture it might become more valuable and interesting. That's a toughie too. You hear that now and then, that "this is a porn site" but I suspect it began that way, or that's the foundation, but it's grown branches which beckon varied species to come and check out setting up nest quarters. And some nests bustle and others are set off to the side. Or in neighboring trees. I guess I was just curious about the porn tree. But it isn't me, porn. I'm no porn writer. It's an ill-fitting sweater. Sometimes it helps to jot out such thoughts in real time. Or even erotic romance. Yuck. I don't mean erotic romance is yucky. But if I try to step back and see myself spending energies on erotic romance; it ain't a match. So it was good to not attain success in that realm. Keep going back, back, back, like, to Kettleton.

I find the porn is more appropriate in private - my wife goes for it as a prelude.
But I notice that my poems tagged as 'erotic' get more hits than those tagged as 'non-erotic'
 
I find the porn is more appropriate in private - my wife goes for it as a prelude.
But I notice that my poems tagged as 'erotic' get more hits than those tagged as 'non-erotic'

The written word played a hand in causing my lifestyle shift from bachelor to husband. And yes, there seems to be a wide disparity between erotic v non-erotic views. I could have a bad poem under a titillating title and a not-as-bad poem under a staid title, and of course the titillating-titled will attract more eyeballs. Well yes, it is primarily a porn/erotica site...
 
At the end of the day it is good that all of this is difficult. It is good that discouragement digs deep, reaches for that last nugget of pride. It hardens and refines, purges impurities; sends one through the milling as many times as it takes until one understands that the only one one can believe in is in oneself.
 
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