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