Succubus Stand-In

(Or fly in, as the case may be.)

Succubi rarely photograph well. They may be photogenic, yet they exist more in dream realms than in this one—or so I’m given to understand.

Picture if you will…

Do you recall a time when you were accused of something you didn’t do?
Perhaps the accusation came long ago, from a sibling or another student, but your parent or teacher believed it.
Perhaps it was a small matter, but remember how the injustice made you feel, and how it tested your faith in authority, if only for a moment?

Penetrating Art Review

I know I always say this, but this is one of the best reviews my works have ever received.

“No tickling here. Full on penetration to the subconscious bringing to the surface all those thoughts that were made submissive. Passionate work, creative and detailed, mind-altering and intriguing.”

Put it in the art!

When something makes me mad enough to rant, a friend, mentor, and artistic colleague Julian Greigh tells me, “Put it in the art!”
‘Tis sound advice.
I know of someone who’s been slandering my family for over twenty years. In my current story, his avatar get’s punched so hard by a super-heroine that he flies off over the horizon. (Yes, there’s a bit of dream logic involved.)

A Writer’s Shame

While working on my next twisted tale, I just misspelled something.
Okay, it happens, but the word was “inarticulate.”
I am so ashamed.

Just now, posting my shame, I misspelled “misspelled.”
I say that I really do know how to spell these things, and Spell Check replies, “Yeah. Right.”

In sooth, this happens all the time for the same reason that I occasionally stutter.

Happy Bloody Martyr’s Day

…otherwise known as Valentine’s Day, a time to buy decapitated flowers and a mass-produced card from Hallmark for your sweetie. Yay!
Did you make dinner reservations somewhere?
Some did not because they have to work tonight, serving food and drinks to those who did make reservations. So when’s the party for those who don’t get to celebrate tonight?
It’s next weekend, at The Golden Poppy Revue’s first performance ever, “L’Amour!”

Kitty and Creation

I’ve wrapped this month’s burlesque sideshow performance and have collected my paintings from my latest exhibition. Now it’s time to settle in and weave my next work of dark fantastic fiction.

My kitty Pandora loves to sit on my lap when I’m working. This is not terribly convenient, but I’ve learned to work around her. This morning however, she decided to drape herself across the arm of my dominant hand and turn her rear toward my face. Thankfully, she didn’t quite have her butt in my face, yet her tail tickled my nose. This got me giggling so hard that she climbed down off of me. She’s just turned to look back with an expression that seemed to say that as she views me a furniture, it is my job to stay still for her. She does not want her perch shaking with laughter.