Sluggish And Long

 

Okay, can I get done with this blog quicker and with less hassle than the other one I've already posted? I hope so.

Did you miss me? As if. This is the blog I would drop if I bothered to drop one. No one ever, but once comments here.

And yeah, I've written well here, so don't throw that at me.

Anyway, that sounds too angry for so close to Christmas so let me end it on a better note...even as I just got a phone call I did not need...from work...about a non-working cash.

 

All The Best To You 

 

All the best to you

Wherever you are

However what

You celebrate

May it be well

 

And health be yours

In the coming year

Let it all be good

 

All the best to you

Wherever you are

Live you well

And safely so

 

Charles Petrie

 

That's it, I'm out again. Not thinking to be back this year. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.

Peace.

 

 

Oof

Oof indeed. It didn't knock me on my ass, but it...caused me to pause...yeah, I'll call it that. But as I wrote elsewhere...it affected me.

Too much of yesterday maybe, but that is me, I spend some time thinking of yesterday, that maybe I shouldn't. Call it a damn weakness, but it is a real part of me.

Anyway, that yesterday was done some before, it just happened to be thought of again...in passing.

And that is as clear as I'm going to get here. Would I write anymore clearly if asked? Well, someone would have to ask first, so..that's really not an issue now, is it?

:-|

In a week, eh.

 

Charles Petrie

Did you know, that you are lucky to have me here?

Did you know that you are lucky I even care to come here when the reaction to some good stuff is absolute silence?

Did you know that one day I will be a successful writer, who one day won't have time to post blogs?

Oh...you didn't care and you forgot that I had even posted here at all?

Hmm, I'm glad that the response to my poetry reading I did Wednesday Night was better. It was like I am actually good.

I know I am, but it is nice to get applause or acknowledgement...you know what I'm saying?

Thanks...not that you're here...ever. But it's nice to pretend. Next week.

 

Charles Petrie

 

Nah. Still The Same Old

Ain't nothing changed since I last posted a blog. I'm still in a bad financial situation. Sigh...Will I ever rise up and make the necessary changes? Or will I be like this for the next however long I am living and breathing?

The easy answer is no. The hard answer is yes, but easy is easy for a reason...it's easy. Duh! So...don't count on it. Not that you were, or that you care much at all. I'm just a dim dim voice in the distant background.

Gee, cheery stuff eh?

oo

 o

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Next when...even if you're on your best behaviour, I'll be back. You can just continue paying me no mind. Next when.

 

Charles Petrie

 

I'd like to make some kind of bold promise, then make it so, for when next you read me here...but...it would better be, that I didn't and just wished you well, as I go about my little life, doing little things, because it just may be..okay, it is...that the big things are best left to others. You know...people who are, well, bold enough for the big things. I've pretty well proven that I don't wear the big boy pants. You know, the spirit is willing, but the flesh is...too damn soft.

 

Put up or shut up

For ever the same

Of promise big

And deliver not

Is but to make

The eyes a roll

 

And for those who be

The closest too

It pains them eh

So shush and do

 

Charles Petrie

 

Well, I'm far away from the doing of the big, but at least here, now and again, from time to time, I write as if I could actually do something more with it. :-\.

Next when.

Wooo it's me again

Aren't you so

So so excited

By which I mean

Not really eh

 

Ah you nod your head

If only slightly thus

But enough for me to see

 

Oh it's okay

I know I'm good anyway

Tis just that

My writing ain't

For everyone

 

The question is

Can it be for enough

For me beyond

The places here

 

And only will I find

Find that out

By trying and trying

And trying again

Until I reach it there

 

Even if

It takes me years

Piled on a stack

Of others piled in a row

In a full full room

 

Charles Petrie

 

Yeah...it might take a few years. Okay, it will take a few years. Or dedcades. But it can't begin if I don't step out. Am I reading my own words? Fine, I am...but am I going to heed? Tune in...if you want to.

Next when, I am out. 

 

 

I'm so disappointed. Yesterday I was up so bright and early and here it is a day later and just look at the time? 8:48 A.M. Oh wait...that's not late, is it? No, it isn't. Okay, that's not terribly bad. I'll be done by 9:00 A.M. There's nothing wrong with that at all.

And again...after that grand great flourish....I'm done...again. Sigh. It is time to step back from the day to day posting. Once a week will surely do.

Well, that's enough of me today. Next when.

 

Charles Petrie

Mark this day in your calendars folks...it's not even 8:00 A.M. and I am writing! lol. Yeah yeah, who cares, and no, there is no need for you to stifle that yawn. This truly is of no importance to anyone other than me.

Well, that appears to be it...I got nothing more right now. Maybe I shouldn't write this early in the morning..or can't. Hah! I can write at any time of the day. I'm just not feeling it at the moment.

And since I have to go by 8:00...this ain't gonna be a stellar entry.

Next when.

 

Charles Petrie

 

At least here I don't need a title. And that is definitely a good thing because titling can be a pin in the gluteus. Yes, even for a writer, a title can be that. Well, for me anyway, I shouldn't try to speak for any other writer.

And just what kind of writer am I anyway? Other than unpublished...where it counts, because this is a form of published...but it's not the same as being published for money. Anyone with internet access can maintian a blog. I just happen to mainitain five.

Well, for the moment anyway. I'm going to go on hiatus...though, I had a thought today that I could blog all five once a week, just to keep my fingers in. So maybe that...I wouldn't want to disappoint any of my fans.

Yeah...fans. How many people would I be disappointing if I did that? Hmmm...I really don't know. I think there are people who read my work...but how many of them would pay to read it? Hmm...a smaller number I think. But all of this is only guessing. I don't know what they don't tell me. And time passes between the rare messages I am left. Not that I leave messages to the few writers I know, so...maybe I should just up and shut about it.

Hey, here's an idea, worry not about the fans I have or don't have and concentrate on the writing. If it's good enough, they will like it, if it isn't...well, that's not going to happen, because it is good enough.

Write and they will come. Quit my bitching. Get it out to the right people. Stop just sitting about, which is what I am doing in regards to my writing.

It's just a suggestion, but since it's a good one...chances are...yeah, chances are...what, slim? Could be. Only time will tell eh?

Next when.

 

Charles Petrie

Not That It Matters

I think I might put my blogging on hiatus for a few months. The more I blog, the easier it is to start new stories and I have enough started stories as it is. So it behooves me to stop that and focus on the best of the starteds and actually finish them.

Not that it matters what I do here...right? Whether I write stories, poetry, or prattle on about my quiert little life...silence is what I hear, as it were. So right now, I'm actually talking to myself alone.

So the best decision for me, as I see it, is to back away from here for a time. The BoneKnife Hero has the makings of something good, but, methinks I'll bump Offnyaodd ahead of it first. After that is done...maybe my Boneknifer afterwards. What say you?

Again, not that it matters, because even if you are out there...you're not going to reply. Sigh. So I'll just do what's right for me and you will either miss me a tidge or not.

Next when? Yeah, I'll be back tomorrow. I'll finish out June as a normal month, then...gulp, go on hiatus from July to...whenever.

 

Charles Petrie

Wow...well, not really. Wow in that the previous story I began here is good enough to be worked on for sale...some fine far distant day, but other than that....ain't no wow. Because unlike the story in Yahoo 360 I began in May...and worked on this month...this one doesn't jump out at me. So...there won't be a second month of it. Sorry, I know you were all so anxious for it to continue.

Yeah, right. I could only wish. Does anyone here care what I'm writing? I have no idea. But just because there's only been a couple of boos here, doesn't mean I don't have any readers. But..I have to wonder if I do.

Well, one day when you're reading me at cost, you may just kick yourself for not reading me when I offered up my writing for free. Or not. Who phugging knows? Not me.

I'm out. Good to you and yours.

Next when.

 

Charles Petrie

Joe recovered his senses quickly...but not quickly enough to prevent "Jill's" escape..or her brutal assault on John. "John...are you okay?" The words slipped out of his mouth before he took a closer look at him. She'd cut him badly during his brief loss of consciousness..with his BoneKnife, which she'd taken with her. All the better to lessen his power. She was crafty...and dangerous. "I'm sorry you got involved in this John. Really, I am."

John coughed. and forced a smile. "I've felt better Joe."

"Sorry John, that was a stupid question. Just hold on, I'll get you to the hospital..."

"Don't bother Joe, I'm dying here. Go after her...I saw that look in her eyes...and it was full of hate.  thought we could have something, I really did, but I guess I was just a damn fool...too easy because she made believe that she wanted me because I was someone special. What an idiot eh?"

"I'll catch her yet John, but it will have to wait...you're my priority now." He raced into the bedroom and returned with a blanket and a pillow and wrapped John up. He reached for the pouch on his belt and pulled out a spray and spritzed out a small quantity in the air above him. "Don't worry John, this will help."

John coughed again. "Tell me what's happening Joe...please, I'm dying...don't I deserve to know? After all...would this have happened if you hadn't showed up?"

Anger on John's part, Joe was not surprised by this...but now was not the time for a lengthy conversation between them. The spray was only a temporary solution, if he delayed...it would not be good for John. "I'll tell you what you need to know later John, really, but now...I need to get you to the hospital."

"Whatever."

Joe shrugged, inwardly. He knew things that John did not, but that if he did...he would think differently. Still, saving John's life was the matter at hand so he ignored his own "hurt" and picked him up and bundled him into the backseat of his car, going back to the house only to lock it up. These were not the days of yore, things like that were important now.

He jumped back in and raced to the hospital...not needing to know where it was, for this was more than just a car, it was his home on the road..and it could tell him just about anything he needed to know. So he input the data and followed the instructions. And as he sped towards the hospital he wondered what would he do if he lost his car..not that that was a real concern of his, not with a car like this...he was just prone to such wonderings.

This is the end for now...There's more to the tale of course, but I'm moving on to blog.ca for the next week. These past couple of story drives, here and in Yahoo 360 remind me that I got to stick with the stories I start. So no more stories begun and just left to be...no promises, but...plans to  stick with them better.

Until June...I'm in my usual places.

 

Charles Petrie

 

"This is your last chance John, seriously, step aside now...and I won't hurt you. I'll just deal with...Jill as I need to." But Joe knew that John would not listen, not with Jill's urging. But he wasn't worried about him...it was Jill that he had to concern himself with if his senses were right.

"Okay, Joe, I gave you fair warning..." His voice trailed off as he took a deep breath and rushed him...hoping within himself that he could throw him out..or failing that, as he feared, just leave, because John wasn't a fighter by nature.

Joe leapt into the air...elegantly, away from John. "I'm not your ordinary man John, as you can plainly see. Do the right thing and let me deal with Jill...please." He knew then...his senses were screaming at him now...this was not the Jill he remembered and it was more than just a loosening up as John had inferred. "This is out of your depth John, believe me, I know what I'm talking about here." He knew he had a better chance of an easy victory if John remained awake. If not...he didn't want to think about that. 

"Fine Joe, you're some kind of acrobat, that doesn't mean I'm going to just let you harass my girlfriend. I've asked you to leave, why don't you just do that and let us live our lives?"

"I'd like to do that John, I really would...but I can't." He could do this all day, the keeping away from him, but "Jill" would not remain hidden in plain sight, she would act..and her action could doom an innocent. He had to act now. He continued the leap away a couple of more times as he made himself ready..and then, when he was...he leapt over John and landed in front of Jill as he reached into himself and pulled out a BoneKnife and drew it across her shoulder, not to harm, but to help.

"What the...? Damn you Joe, what are you trying to do to her?" Joe turned, but using the BoneKnife always took a little out of him, and in that little, John had enough time to charge into him and plow him into the nearest wall...with all the force he could muster. And in this moment, it was enough to knock Joe out.

Okay...I'm impressed. :-D. Sorry, but I am, I like where this going and I hope you do too. I'd love to stay, but the Day awaits, so...next when.

 

Charles Petrie

""What's wrong honey?" John followed her fearful regarding of Joe and took her into his arms, hugging her tightly, hoping to make her feel better...and learn just why she was so fearful of a dear old friend.

Fighting back tears...Jill managed to choke out a few words. "Just ask him to leave John, I don't want to see him now...or ever again."

John hugged her tightly once more then pulled away from her, facing Joe, with a serious look. "Okay Joe, it's time for you to go now. Are you going to be a gentleman about it...or do I have to throw you out on your ass?"

"You can try to John, but if I were you...I'd back away because you don't know what you're dealing with."

"Really Joe? I'm dealing with my girlfriend, who's very uncomfortable with you being here. And all she wants is for you to go, for whatever reason. That's quite simple to understand."

"Oh baby, you said it so well, now get rid of him quickly because I want to give you something for being such a man."Jill wrapped her arms around him and kissed his neck.

"Last chance Joe...go, or I get rough with you and by the looks of it, not only do I weigh more than you, I'mk taller than you. It wouldn't be a fight, it would be an ass-whupping. And I'm a lover first, not a fighter. So go away."

Joe grinned for a moment, than stiffened and began to stretch. "Then bring it on John, since you're so much more than I can handle."

John hrmphed uncomfortably, as it had been years since he'd been in any kind of physical confrontation...but this was a different time for him...the immediate promise of what Jill offered him was a tempting inducement to do what he normally wouldn't. "You asked for it Joe."

"God John, you make me so hot, fighting for me like this...I can't wait until you send this ass away...it will be so good honey." And hugged him again then pulled away from him so he could fight Joe.

Pretty good eh? Or are you not convinced? Don't be shy...tell me what you think. or, do you figure it won't matter because I've yet to finish a story here? Well, you're not wrong. So...it's up to me to prove to you that I am capable here, of finishing a story.

In any event, next when. I am gone.

 

Charles Petrie

Ah...it continues, the hiding of certain helpful features, but this time, I remained calm and actually got around it samrter and quicker. Still, it shouldn't be, but as problems in my life go...this one is minor.

And only for the length of a week in any event as I'll be posting elsewhere in four days.

So where was I?

Oh yes...

 

"She stepped out of the water, wearing black hoop earrings...and little else. She wasn't shocked that he was watching her. In fact, it pleased her. She even smiled and asked him if he wanted to do more than watch."

"Really John? That doesn't sound like Jill at all. She struck me as very self-conscious about her looks. She always felt they overshadowed her intelligence and hated it."

"Well Joe, she's changed. She's very sexual now and loves thrilling men. Unfortunately for Bob, he wasn't man enough for her so...she made her way to me...and needless to say, we're both very happy together."

"Talking about me John? Again? Silly man, you don't need to borrow everyone with yourgood fortune you know. Who's your friend?"

Joe turned and smiled at her. "Hi Jill, it's been awhile."

Jill went pale and slowly backed away from Joe.

 

Okay, I wasn't anywhere, I just made up a new story because well, I'm good at that. Anyway, my book is calling me. Next when.

 

Charles Petrie

Stupid Longer

Gadumn site!!! It's refusing of me is old and getting longer. Jeedus, just work okay? Is that too much to ask for? It shouldn't be, but right now, it is and I'm phugging sick of it. Especially since I am in this pattern of leaving until late, the writing. Phuggar!

And I still have The Unfolding Day. Not that I do my best writing here, so it's not a loss if I just leave now...is it?

Nope.

Next when eh? For what it's worth of course, which sure ain't much. Tomorrow anyway.

 

Charles Petrie

 

Stupid Jeedus

Damn, that's two damn days that this damn site has been like Uhhhh in letting me get to my blogging. Not that typing this makes me look better as a person or will prevent it from doing the same tomorrow. Sometimes things are just stupid. Grr.

At least I came here not so late that the frustrating period of when prevented me from posting. Not that I would be glummed about skipping on a posting here because if I'm but to do one damn thing as my writing on a given day through October 19, it will be The Unfolding Day. No question there. Especially on a day when I get to my writing as late as I am today...just because, not for any particular reason of course.

Especially here, the site where I have least touched anyone with my writing...if responses are to be any judge. Sigh, I know, woe is me sucks, but I have it with my writing.

Well, I could stay to blather on, but I need to get to the aforementioned book where my blather is much better. Not sure why, it just is.

Next when and take care.

 

Charles Petrie

 

Finally...

The damn door was locked and I couldn't get in. And you know how that just makes me happy eh? Yeah, I was grring at AOL, until it finally opened up. Not that many minutes passed. At most...it was "locked" for five minutes...or so. Not terribly long, not that it should do that to me..or anyone for that matter.

So..is that all I got? After not being here in April, shouldn't I give you something more than just this? Well...maybe I would if you were here eh? But you're not so...why should I bother? Not that you will answer me anyway.

Ahem. There ever will be a touch of the grrrs in the silence to some of the best of my writings here. But it is what it is and I am here despite the silence to my words.

I saw Spider-Man 3 today and it rocked. I liked the first one, but the second one was better. And I full expected this one to be better than the last. And it was...but it wasn't easy. I look at it as it ended up better...but by not as much as the second was better than the first.

Maybe it's me, I dunno. But there were a "couple" of points in the film that were "hard" to watch...I guess it missed something of the second...ahh, the second was easier to like right away...like the incredibly hot woman you can't believe is eyeing you.  

There it is...Spider-Man was that first girlfriend...Spider-Man 2 was the first lover and Spider-Man is the one you can marry. All are good, but one is going to stay with you longer.

How's that? Does that make any sense to anyone other than me?  Anyway, as I said, 3 nosed out 2, which leapt past 1. Means 4, which is already being hinted at has some work ahead of it to continue the bettering. Especially if the main three are out. You know, the director, Sam Raimi; Peter Parker/Spider-Man, Tobey Maguire and Mary Jane Watson, Kirsten Dunst. But...Spidey is still bigger than them...just come up with a good story...better yet, a great story. I'd like it to feature the Scorpion. He'd be cool. But if foreshadowing is any indicator...Curt Connors as the Lizard seems likely. Meet me halfway...Scorpion and Lizard. And...following up with a villain helping Spidey..how about a return of Sandman?

Anyway...time will tell if there will be a Spider-Man 4. Come what may, there are other Marvel Comics coming to the screen so, I'll be good. And let's not forget that DC will come out with a couple too...co yay to comic book movies!

And me..I'm out. Damn I love movies. You?

Next when...take care.

 

Charles Petrie

If Only To Work

 

If only to work

Was as easily

As to sit me here

In front like so

 

Aye right now

With my head a'swimming

And in the flow

Of the pretty books

So often looked down upon

I wouldst dearly love

 

But this is not my yet

That before me lies

I am still

Bound to the common

And everyday

 

The everyso

Though not so full

And truly towards

The best of that

That I have had

In some respects

 

But still as not

In my kingdom realm

Where words they are

Beacons of light

And weapons of might

 

For that to be

I must ever slog me forth

More powerably

Than have I done

So far so far

 

Yet no matter how

Of long the length

Of wished for years

I will stand me there

One day one day

 

If only to work

Was as easily

But even then

When the day is reached

T'will not be so

As it will be

Just the beginning

Of a long hard road

But still and all

A welcome journey start

 

Charles Petrie

 

That is damn good and good. I don't know if you the reader, or is that alleged reader, think words like this cheapen my good poems, but since you're not here to tell me otherwise, I will from time to time speak me forth.

I like this poem alot. And yes, I know that powerably is not a word...outside of this very poem, but poetic/creative licence allows me to make it up...so there. ;-p. It fits okay? Not that I need your blessing to use it, or would change it even if you begged me to. It's there and it will stay there.

But I got off the track there when I meant to talk about liking the poem. I like this poem alot. LOL. That's it, that's all I have to say about it. I'm not much of one for dissecting my work, I'll leave that up to others...future others, maybe scholars from years or decades after my death who'll find the work of an unknown...gah, hopefully not an unknown. Damn, I plan not on being unknown, but known, if only to a relatively few who just dig my work. Hey, I can dream.

Better yet, I can do. And will! But as much as I would like to keep tapping out the goodly words here today and from where I sit, they are damn goodly, I have to go. Grr, work beckons.

See you...In April...I think. I have to move and I haven't found a place yet. Yeah, yeah, this is more than dragging my glutes, this is near headlong towards disaster. Not good. But, by the by, I will pass here again. I just don't know when. Take care in the interim.

Did You Think

Did You Think

 

Did you think

That gone I was

With those flowing words

That come of my best

Oh poetry

 

Or did you know

In the pit of your stomach

That I'd be back

Tonight today

To write me some

 

Sadly for those

Of the pitted feel

As opposed

To the hopeful more

I'll be blogging for

Years to come

 

And soon not yet

More than that

As my words will reach

A wider group

 

Did you think

That gone I was

With those flowing words

Well silly you

If that you were

For I am a writer

Through and through

 

Charles Petrie

No More Tales

No More Tales

 

No more tales

I am raising my sails

And leaving behind

All my old foolish dreams

 

I know that I won't

Be sorely missed

If at all

For many there are

Who are better by far

 

Let them thrill to you

That never could I do

And boldly write

As I've lost the fight

 

Oh I know

I have many tales left

Inside myself

But what of it

As never not once

Have I touched anyone

As goodly others have

So touched me

 

No more tales

I am raising my sails

And leaving behind

This failed dream

 

Charles Petrie

No Tales

Tales can wait. I just realized we did the spring forward. It's not 15:38 as I type here, it's 16:38. Shikes me man, that sucks.

Hmm and why didn't the computer spring forward as it has in the past? Phuggar! So much for lunch for me. Oh well, I'm not lunching everyday these days.

I'm back to work tomorrow. And with the manager away, I'm going to put in a rather full week. Not quite fulltime, but 30 hours' worth is as close as I am going to get there. Which all things considered...is okay.

It would be nice if the dream was closer to realization, but, well, it's up to me to make it so. I'll have to work my way towards it more than it will come to me. Which is as "it should be". Little grr.

So many things to do with such little time, but these things didn't just appear for I've had time to prepare for them but just haven't taken it. So phuggar me, it's on me.

Glah, how downying a thought that is.

L? Something much like it I say. Next when, closer to the bad than the good.

 

Charles Petrie

Strake

"No good deed goes unpunished. I saved his life, doing what I did, the work of a hero. Little did I know just who he was. Now I do and it is up to me to stop him. But I can't do this alone. I need your help. Please help me stop him."

The older man looked at the younger one, his answer already forming in his eyes. "No Strake, I can't do that. I told you you weren't ready. But you didn't listen to me. You were stuck in the idea of being a hero to impress Diana. I could live with that because I thought you wouldn't do anything before I deeemed you ready, but you didn't wait. And this is a direct result of that."

"But Strafe, if I hadn't acted, many people would have died. I did the right thing. And you know it."

"People died before heroes like us were out in the world Strake. In fact, they still do. We can't save everyone. And in this case, you saved a man you know know will cause terrible harm. So how is that the right thing? And that is why I can  no longer train you boy. Not only did you let me down in the worst possible way, you let us all down. And that is why I can no longer train you in good conscience. Go!"

"Please Strafe, you can't do mean that. I still need you."

"That didn't stop you from disobeying me Strake. I told you in the beginning you had to trust I knew what I was doing. I only allow my trust to be broken once Strake. Leave now on your own or I will make you leave."

"Just listen to me Strafe."

But Strafe was beyond listening then. His mind was made up. "I told you Strake, but once again you didn't listen to me. You will now." He rose swiftly into the air and formed his hands into fists, not that he was one to use them, this was just another way to show his anger. Strafe, as the name implied was a firer from above. In his case, he fired energy force, but only from the air. In tight quarters, he relied on his own skills, which made him the perfect teacher for a young hero such as Strake, or had. He was of both ways.

"Don't make me hurt you Strafe, though new to this, I'm no slouch. I can hurt you. But I don't want to."

It was a big training room and as Strafe had already flew above Strake, he could fire on him at will. "I don't care what you want now Strake, it is what I want that is most important. And I want you gone. Now." Strafe knew his enrgy bullets would hurt him and he didn't want that as it was through pain that Strake drew his power. "I'm so sorry it came to this Strake, but you leave me no choice." So he fired energy surgers, to make him feel good.

"That won't help you Strafe. You forgot of the inner pain that this is having on me, It's a new one I'll grant you, but it allows me to do this." And he flew into the air, straight for Strafe. "Now I can fly Strafe, we're more evenly matched now."

"I have experience on my side Strake. And that counts for much."

 

Not The End.

 

 

Charles Petrie

No Good Title

That was a nice beginning yesterday. Too bad I'm not following up on it today. I am so full of good ideas, but the intestinal fortitude to use them, the severe organization, that is where I am coming up short.

Oh, I write pretty much everyday, have for more than seven years, but beyond finsihing some of my tales, even a novel, as I've mentioned once or twice before, I haven't taken that next step.

Phuggar me!

The time is coming..."soon", however where I will focus myself and continue the long journey to the needed success because I am not going to live as I do for decades and decades.

I've said it before of course and one of these days I'll be right...or dead. I know which one will come first though.

Next when, take care in the meantime.

 

Charles Petrie

Blaithe/Tovv

"You fat bloated cow, get out of my bed." And Crandall Crandes shoved  Rebecca Janes out of bed violently.

"Ow!!You son of a...What's your problem Randall? Rebecca stood up and angrily rubbed her sore bottom before she leaned over and pounded him on the shoulder three times.

Crandall laughed until a loud, sharp crack could be heard. "Damn it woman, that's not part of the game."

"Oh sorry baby, I didn't think I could hurt you that way."

"Well you did. Jeezus baby, you know how tough you are. I'm not the same as you, I need my arms to be strong and now...ow."

Rebecca hung her head and knelt beside her lover's bed and kissed him on the cheek. "You've fought with worse pains love and you will heal soon enough."

Crandall and Rebecca, longtime partners and lovers were defenders of Kailey Point Falls. A small town where nothing much happened and they were more than capable of handling the villains they faced. Only, something was about to change and they would find themselves up to their necks in trouble. So his bad shoulder came at the worst possible time.

 

Charles Petrie

 

P.S.: I'm reminded of another story I worked on years ago, which also featured a couple who had an easy time of it. But, there is room for both, because I wrote it and it is damn good. This one just happened to be seen first.

 

See you tomorrow, with something, whether it's this...is to be determined. Do take care.

Meh.

No. What? No what? Okay, I started to write something else that started with a no and deleted it, but since I like to begin with what I originally started with, I stuck with a no that makes absolutely no sense at all. :-p.

Isn't it thrilling that I share with you my thought processes on writing? Ah, is that where the no is supposed to go? Maybe.

 

Still I write

Whatever strikes

To me as good

Or as not

For that is what

I am myself

 

Writer man

And good at it

Even if

The droves may not

Agree with me

If their replies

Are any judge

 

 

I deleted a following verse

And there just there

As what I thought

To be but prose

Sung hard enough

That here I am again

 

Another bit of versery

With no hint of a name

Not as what

I would have done

In my earlier years

 

But what of that

As though I think

I may not be

As good as now

As was I then

Still I am

Gifted with the verse

 

And that is simple truth. I'm a damn good poet! In fact, I'm a better poet than novellist...Hmm, not that I should call myself that, even though I've written a novel, first draft, so...poet than story writer. So good, ahem, that many of my poems are story plots. Umm, so...what does that mean in regards to the ability question? Hmm...

Okay, time to go now, I can't sit here all day and write. :-(. Yeah, I know. Work beckons.

See you in March.

 

Charles Petrie

 

GULP!

Yeah, GULP! is right. I shared an unothodox win, win, win idea with a higher up in the company I'm working at now and I'm just having a moment of what the... Well, not really, but there is a gulpish aspect to it. I know, in my heart that it's a damn good idea, but, it doesn't mean it will be recieved as one. I can hope, but, at the moment, that is all I can do.

And waiting on such ideas is always a good thing. Gah!

If nothing else, I shared the idea and I don't have to go hey idj, write the damn E-Mail already. I got off my duff about it and now it's wait and see.

Damn, it would be so cool if my idea got the approval it "needs" because it is a good idea.

With or without it though, I need to step it up in that regard. There is so much work I need to creatively, its time to stop enjoying some of the things I'm enjoying. It's all fine and good to relax, but the relaxing has to be less.

Do I hear that?

 

And spurred he was

To write create

Some goodly works

For some goodly folks

 

But as the years so turned

The further from

His great awakening

The less as far

Became too deep

A thing to o'ercome

 

So nothing more

In the realest sense

Didst he do

And by the by

He stopped  still

And nevermore

Did he try

Until he walked away

And never did again

 

A cautionary tale

Not the forecast

I'm sure I'm sure

But lest I do

What must I do

No tale will it be

But the truth as yet

 

Charles Petrie

 

Am I listening? Time will surely tell. Next when.

Kaye-Nodd

"Plan Seventeen failed Thaide. They were miserable, moreso than I ever dreamed possible. I know you had your heart set on them succeeding, but I was right. They are no use to us. We have no choice now but to go with my reccommendation."

What Shaieth had not said, was that he had a hand in the failure of Plan Seventeen and that his reccommendation would only give him all the power he needed to finally escape this world and return to the stars. A laudable goal, save that he was not meant to return to the stars, but instead remain a prisoner, far from home.

And for helping him escape, how was he going to show his gratitude? With death, destruction and chaos for the "lucky" survivors.

Shaieth was not the good man he pretended to be. And no one knew about his secret...no one that remained alive though, anyone who had found out had been easily disposed of.

Shaieth didn't care for humans like the others did, he only cared about himself.

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Shikes me! Man, I'd like to read about a story with a beginning like that. Wouldn't you? It grabbed me right away!

:-). Hey, nothing wrong with showing some interest in the many beginnings I write wherever I write. Nothing at all.

It's a damn good start, the only question is, will I ever see it through? And I mean only question, I'm not questioning it being good enough to be published. Nope, I'm good and one day more people will recognize that!

 

Charles Petrie

Power

Power is not my goal

Only saving the world

From itself

And who could argue

Who could argue with that

 

So sayeth he

The once thought dead

And goodly so

As naught but bad

Was what he caused

 

But something in his eyes

And the way he spoke

Had me convinced

That he was different now

So I let him pass

And told him if

He needed me

I would help him

In any way I could

 

And he turned to me

With a big wide grin

Oh you've done enough

Take it easy now

You need not stress yourself

Not anymore

And so I didn't

 

Charles Petrie

 

Hmm, where could I take this? Lots of places. I almost wonder if I shhouldn't leave it here, but who reads me here? One person? No great worry.

Next when.

More Story Poetry

Bright and red

But still and dead

Theeden Rass

Refused to pass

From the living

Without a fight

 

So lucky for him

That Bodeten

Was new to his task

And afraid to fight

The legend of the land

 

So he was returned to life

In full of self

And promptly forgot

The happenings of the day

 

But not Bodeten

And slowly as

The years did pass

He stronger grew

And fiercer became

Until he ready was

For Theeden Rass

 

And then and when

He met him the night

That ten had passed

Coming to claim

What he hadn't before

 

Charles Petrie

 

Padam! Shikes I'm good. Yeah, good at adding to an already overburdened plate. K'Hell! All these good could-be's. Sigh, what the phug eh? When am I going to...?

Next when, it's time to go before...Though, it's rather late for that as I already am.

 

Whatever

What was that all about last night eh? I'm not sure and I'm not going to ponder it tonight either, maybe some soon I will. It was good, but I was in a rush and frankly, it doesn't make complete sense, even to me. Ahem, that's not good.

 

Plinders Brode

Carried the load

From front to back

And back again

When so told

That he'd carried wrong

 

Morden Ballows

Giggled like a fool

Because of it

But Plinders kept his cool

And dreamed of when

He'd elsewhere be

 

What's with all the poetry eh? No one wants poetry here, do they? Regardless, :-), I'll write what I want to write, which is a good thing because I sure ain't getting replies to any of my stuff here. Glah!

That's why this would be the first blog to go. Yep! Or, will be, once I finish a certain story, which is to say in a year or two...or three, or seven...Glah!

Well, though I still have time, I'm out because I want to go snag some food. K? Though why I'm asking you...:-p.

 

Charles Petrie

 

 

 

Blink And You'll Miss Me

Blink and you'll miss me

Turn away and I'll be gone

Pause and it will be too late

Do any and all

And so will fall

The stuff of me

 

Charles Petrie

 

Do I know what I just said? No, but it seems pretty cool. I'll take a look at it when I have more time tomorrow. Bye.

ldkg

Oy vey, tick tock man, get it going. It's past 23:30. Stop reading imdb for a few and post.

Yes, I was on imdb, reading about the Apprentice and Deal Or No Deal, instead of posting. Yeah, filler tv. I like those shows. Does that make me small? Umm, I don't think so.

I started my new job, but..if you want to know how I'm doing, ask me to dish about it. Hah! I'm safe for sure now, ain't no one going to ask me to comment on it.

But here I am now and...What the heck am I posting about? Sweet fich all really. But...is that any different from my usual? Hmm.

Am I going to make any headway this year? I think I will, but I inevitably do think I'll foge ahead, but...I'm not, forging ahead, I'm treading water. And that won't cut it. I have to start forging ahead some day.

Easier said than done. Phuggar me!

Sigh, I'm gone. See you in February.

 

Charles Petrie

bvhd

Tales eh? Oh, are blog titles supposed to be indicative of the contents? If so, I've drastically failed in that regard because so often, there ain't no tales being writtten here. I've dipped my toes in that water, but haven't taken a full on plunge. And truthfully, I'm not going to.

But it's a cool title no? Yes, it is. I'm good with the cool names. And the intial story ideas are likewise cool. The follow through though, loses some of that. It's still good, for the most part, but just not as good as intially envisioned, which is a shame, but, it's just the way I see it.

So, am I phuggared, in so far as my  realistic goal of a writing career? No, I don't think so. It doesn't help me, but it also doesn't stop me. I'm going ahead regardless. Or is that irregardles? Umm..hmm. LOL! :-D. Okay, okay, I'll stop the fooling, I know that it's the former and not the latter. The latter is just one of those aggravating things that have popped up and refuse to go away, alas. Some people, reading this, would add "Like you and your damn blogs Charles." But, I don't have to listen to the naysayers. So... :-p.

Hmm, as soon as I finish this, I'll be done my writing for the day, before Supper. Is that good or what? Believe me, it's good. Off days sometimes, or, more truthfully, often, find me writing down to the wire. So this is reason to smile.

Ahh...before Supper eh? That means I could do more writing after right? Yes, I could. Hmm, or editing, of my long done first draft first novel. yes, that too. But, knowing me like I do, I won't. Right? Ahem, yeah, likely. Tsk-tsk. Lost opportunities. But that's old hat. Nothing new there. Gah, so much to edit on that book. Even before I send it off. Though, I could always send off the done part to an editor and work on what needs to be edited. Yes, that three, as it were. :-).

What now? Will I do the right thing, or just take it easy, having met the easy minimums I set for myself. Hah! DO I reaqlly need to ask you, let alone myself? :-/. No, I don't. I know what I'll do, and if you've read through enough of my blogs, wherever they are, you know what I'll do too.

Yikes, I came back to find a "Do I want to stay online" notice. Umm, what do you think I said? Yeah, I said yes. Damn, having to need an..anchor. Damn AOL, it phugs me that it's so quick to go like that. Not that I'm leaving AOL anytime soon. Nope. Should I? I dunno, but I'm not. I tendto stick with horses for a long time. One example of just such a horse? I've had the same bike since May 23, 1987. Good eh? I think so. And I'm going to ride it on it's 20th Birthday too. That's cool, no matter what anyone says.

Well, I think it's time to go, I've typed in some good words  and Football is starting to pull on me so...I'll catch you throng tomorrow. Throng, that's a joke. But hey, I know the situation and it's not going to change.

Tomorrow.

 

Charles Petrie

 

mvfg

I received an E-Mail today from a friend who feels like a voyeur when she reads my postings. I told her not to worry because I'm completely comfortable sharing what I share.

So it raises the question, do you ever feel uncomfortable reading someone's blog? Or, when it comes to writing your own blog?

Getting back to my friend, though, she also suggested I make my writing goals realistic. They are. I know I'm good enough to have a lengthy and satisfying career writing. I've only been working on this career since 2000. That's only seven full years. I'm 35, not 71, when it would start to look unlikely. But even then, if I'm still trying to get in, I'll still keep at it. I am good enough. This I know.

Now, I don't know how she might take this reply, or the reply via E-Mail I sent her, but, I'm not replying angrily. I believe in myself and I will not quit believing in myself.

I once quit a fulltime job to focus on my writing. I'm not going to do that now. Not that I have a fulltime job right now, but, I do have a part-time job starting on Sunday and by the by, I'll have another job or two and be working fulltime. So where is this going? Umm, give me a minute to get my head around what I'm saying. Ahh, I'll work fulltime at one, two or three jobs until my writing can begin to pay its share. Slowly thereafter, it will pay for more and more. And one day, it will pay for everything, through my own company, which will grow, when I begin growing it to any work I do for others.

This I know. Do I know it like I know that today is Friday, no, I don't. Maybe I'm completely wrong about my future. But then again, I don't believe that either. I am going to make it in writing. It is just a matter of time and better effort.

Of course, sadly, I haven't even sent my work out to even one editor, so...umm, lost again...I have a long way to go before I should even think of being on the wrong path. Writing is something  that can be done long past other careers. So, I'm slow getting started, but...I still have multiple decades in which to have a career. So I ain't quitting this anytime soon. Or ever. This is not a hobby, and never will be. It is for a career. Even if it is a carrer that lasts three years in my late nineties. But that, that's not going to happen. I'll be there long before then.

Thanks eh, my friend. You gave me something to write about. Cool. And I'm not sitting here gnashing my teeth at you, or wagging my finger. I know I'm good enough and that is that. But thanks.

So, what else might I post about today? And I ask this because I'm not in any hurry to go and do something else right now. I'll be watching tv at 17:30, which is 45 minutes from now, but...until then...or for a bit longer more (:-p), I'm looking to fill in the time.

Not that you can help me now, even if you were inclined to. I'd have to post and you would have to read it and reply to it wherein I would get notified and post again. So that isn't happening.

Hmm...killing time, writing with "a weak purpose", that's always my strong suit. Umm, not. So, I guess I'll go now and do something else. But one last time, thanks eh, for your timely E-Mail.

 

Charles Petrie

 

gfhjs

Okay, I'm here to post. Well, I've been sitting at my desk, to post for awhile, but I got caught up in other things and am just getting to it now, more than an hour and a half after coming online. That wouldn't be tsking worth, if I was just goofing around, doing whatever, but, I came on then to post and didn't. So, that is why I mention it.

And because I damn well can okay. This is my posting. And if you don't like what I'm posting, well you can damn well...do what you're doing, which is ignore me. Sigh, this again eh? Yes, it is that same old tired refrain. "No one's saying boo to me. Gah, when the heck am I going to stop? Uhh, I think I'll stop when I get published. So, I'll be grumbling about this for awhile yet. Sigh.

Pablam! Phases is percolating away in my head. Phases? Ah, yes, Phases, it's a new comic book concept I'm working on. A man is divided into five different beings. who mett up, but do not know that they are all phases of the same man. I've got names for 3 of the five already and the basic abilities of all of them. It will be, or would be cool to see it on the page. But there's so much I have in the works that the likelihood of it getting out anytime soon...by which I mean in the uh-ohs, is low. Sigh. :-/

Hmm, so much for that. I'm listening to local radio programming, the Team 990, an all sports' station and they were got to talking about myspace.com briefly...which just happens to be one of the sites I post at and they gave out the site address of one of their people. I tried it, but..it wasn't of the person in question. Now, maybe I heard the adress wrong, but I didn't think so. Oh well. Not really a big deal, nothing I'm going to rail about, just kind of a...phug. :-/.

So Phases eh, why am I talking about something that I'm not going to work on immediately? And why am I even thinking of new concepts when the concepts I've already been working on, some of which I've been working on for decades aren't near completion? It's just my way. But yeah, I need to get some work out into the marketplace. It's been this way for years, but, I'm thinking of it more now than I have in the past. Right? Maybe. The key is to just do it damnit! Is this the year?

I'd love to stay and answer that question, I really would, but, I got to go, right now. Sorry. I have a real good answer prepared for you, but I just can't stay right now. Tomorrow, yeah, I'll answer that question tomorrow. :-p. Yeah, right... :-p.

 

Charles Petrie

 

bnn

Just dropping by this morning, I'm not going to stay long, I want to go see a movie. But this one, I don't have to go very far to see. It's one of the DVDs I bought yesterday. The Ultimate Avengers 2. I want to squeeze it in before I watch a show on tv. It's a tight fit, timewise, but I don't feel like waiting any longer. There's another show on later, I still have groceries to buy and maybe, just maybe I'll take a peek at places, or make calls anyway. So you'll forgive me of course if I don't stay long.

I know, what the heck have I done to deserve treating myself to a movie, right? Well, I did nail down a part-time job, just one day after my last full-time job ended and that is a departure from previous years, so...I'm off to an excellent start. Except...that start has stalled. So...yeah, I haven't.

Well...this isn't a vacation, but I'm taking it easy-like this week. And that's not exactly wrong...is it? Ahem, it's not the goodest. Especially since I don't have a place to live past March. That's the other shoe. So it behooves me to get on out.

Speaking of behoovements, not that that is a word, it also behooves me to make progress with my writing...you know, that pesky stuff of sending work to editors, rewriting what I need to rewrite. More writing of comics, especially Felo-de-se, which I've been working on since I was a teenager.

Shikes, I'm going before I convince myself to put my nose to the grindstone and wait for who knows how long to see that DVD. Tomorrow.

 

Charles Petrie

ffg

D'Oh! What a dunch! I was trying to charge my tripleAAA batteries and it wasn't working. I was starting to get frustrated when I figured it out. Phew! Two of the batteries are charging now, while the others are in the tv remote.

Shikes, thrilling stuff eh? Me, writing about my little life. Well, unless you show up and even say boo, you got no reason to object to anything I write.

Okay, that sounds a bit angry, but it isn't meant to be angry...well, grrd anyway. Sorry. I don't hardly write comments for anyone, so...I should hush about that. But, I'm not likely to, not quite, just yet, not until I am publishing or getting published. So...no time soon. Sigh. :-/ 

Just today, I added four more movies in my tiny DVD collection. All of them animated. Five of the six DVDs I now have are animated. Hmm, I love animated movies, but...I need to add more live action movies. But getting back to three of the animated movies, I enjoyed them all in the theatre and will enjoy watching them on DVD in the years to come. Decades actually, but years sounds better. I would rank them thusly, The Incredibles, The Iron Giant and Titan A.E. As for the fourth, I haven't seen it, but I saw the first of it and enjoyed it. And I will enjoy this one too. The Ultimate Avengers 2. Hey, I like my comics...and my comic book movies. I will add comic book movies to my collection for sure.

Gah, I can feel the want to build regularly coming on and considering my less than ideal employment situation, that isn't good. So I'll have to do it slowly. In any event, I'll remake my wishlist and hopefully, build it up slowly and carefully.

Yeah, I spent some money today, but...I put them all on cards so, I'm not paying for any of them today. Phew, Yes, I'll pay for them soon, but putting it off is good. And no, I'm not about to get in over my head with my credit. Even though I'm using it a little more now, I'll never get in over my head with it. Famous last words? No!

Well, that time has come again. The time that feels right to call it a day and go on to other things. So...I'll be back tomorrow. And even though I won't see you, I'll still put out a little spread. Sandwiches, raw vegetables with dip, chips and nuts, grapes and freshly baked cookies and juices, pop and wine. Yeah, I do that everyday. too bad you miss out.

 

Charles Petrie

hjsf

Happy New Year everyone. I'm back here, not that you missed me. And I would quite likely take a permanent leave from here if I didn't have that unfinished story. I don't want to cancel a blog with an unfinished story. So...this blog will last for...a couple of years? Sigh.

That's it. I think I'm done. I don't have anything more I want to post about tonight and things are pulling me away from here. Yes, it is tv, but that's okay. TV is one of my engines.

Not that the show I was hoping to watch is on. No, no Doctor Who, the newest..."series". it's...done for the season? I dunno. I'll find out, by the by. But, there are always things to watch on tv.

So, I'm out. I'll be back tomorrow, not that anyone much cares.

 

Charles Petrie