Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Be Aggressive, B-E Aggressive!

Yes, I am cheering myself on today. Last night was a very long. Worked on the query letter then fired it off during the wee hours probably straight into the slush pile but that is fine. No one ever got published by NOT sending out their work.

I recall someone talking about writers a while ago, maybe it was a professor, and there are some folks who think it would be scandalous to try and get published because they write for the art's sake or something. Like that makes you a sellout or some mess.

Yeah, JP needs to get paid, biznitch!

Just applied for the NYC Pitch & Shop Conference in September. The worst that can happen is they let me in...

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Flame and Bone

When I was made from fire
Poured into the tender vessel of caution
That keeps my smoke from rising
Quickly did I discover that apart from crisp drizzles or falling snow
The world chilled my touched
Walking the narrow cornered gap between girders and cut stone
One learns to tuck his shoulders in or risk
Jostling a neighbor passing by rapt with want
For a clear path without the distraction
Of another man's boiling eyes
The tip of a finger
That oldest of all weapons
Grown deadlier and pristine in its invention
Gathers a mote of a cinder on its bare flesh
And turns pondering how best to scratch the impious itch
Prying open the tender seam
Where the oil of thought dews
Offering a new wick to ignite
Squirming alive as a salamander of mischief
That yearns for a taste of air it is so ready to devour
The steam of breath betrays me
Before the glint of orange spreads
In popping bright waves
Eroding the fibers feeding it
Leaving naught but ash
As my shell of quietude falls away