In which I start, as I often do, with my own ignorance and frustration.

In which I find no direction, know no rules, and simply talk about what comes to mind.

In which I celebrate the collection of story influences I’ve had for this day.

When you start with nothing, you’re bound to find something.

In which I celebrate the chances I’ll have to be together with people, even if I’m too shy to really be there.

In which I explore the idea of gifts — and give examples of the worst and best gifts I’ve given.

In which, I consider what I’m missing, and what might cause it to come back.

In which I regret only that I cannot hold a key in a bucket.

If you want your very own copy of the lyrics to A Very Scary Solstice, visit the HP Lovecraft Historical Society and pick up their very professionally done CD as well.

(reposted because it seemed to be missing from the mondo feed; sorry about the duplicate for everyone else..)

In which I regret only that I cannot hold a key in a bucket.

If you want your very own copy of the lyrics to A Very Scary Solstice, visit the HP Lovecraft Historical Society and pick up their very professionally done CD as well.

In which I muddle through a description of why I think everything is made of story.