Saturday, July 9, 2011

New name, same focus

Been a few changes around here. I felt like this blog no longer fit its original name hence the new moniker and URL.

Anyway I am working on "new book project X" (I have a title, I'm just not tellin'. No sir, not gonna do it).

Next week will be interesting . A Dance with Dragons finally gets released AND I am going to the book signing in New York to see George R. R. Martin himself! Exciting stuff. I am very pleased with the audience reaction to Game of Thrones. It is such a strong character-driven series. We need more of that in the genre over the fluff.

There will be more excitment next Saturday at my 20-year high school reunion. It will be interesting to see who makes it. The world changed considerably after the 2001 reunion. I've been through quite the evolution myself. I never imagined I would stomp around Manhattan writing news but I am enjoying the new gig.

Time to go, need to check on some people and get back to business.

Thursday, July 7, 2011

On with the new

I'm thinking about renaming this blog and shifting it to a new URL. I don't think DAILY TMI really suits anymore. I haven't blogged daily and I'm not really offering too much information. I may mirror this site for a bit, see how I feel about the change and then decide.

Anyway, on to new business.

Began my next book today. Nothing to tease about it yet, I am barely past page one. But the concept is pretty slick if I do say so myself. My other work is still out their under review with editors so it is time to get cracking on the next project.

It's a new setting and story, not a continuation of any other material. This stage is like diving into a fresh field of snow and discovering what is hidden beneath the pristine blankness.

I will say this much; this story will test my versatility in adopting a different type of voice. Definitely outside my comfort zone in terms of character. But you can't succeed by always playing it safe!

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