3/6/13


Sorry about missing yesterday, but I really had little to say. I did no cleaning, and finished no stories, though I did start two new ones. I was just really tired, still sore, and in no mood to blog. Sometimes that happens to the best of us.

But I am back! Got two more pieces out today–one of the ones from yesterday, and another one to the place I was going to send the first one before I re-read the guidelines and the contest called specifically for science fiction and it was fantasy. ALWAYS DOUBLE CHECK THE GUIDELINES!

I did cook last night, and do some dishes, I think.

Today, I also signed a contract for a poem that will appear in May. I’ll talk more about that later, but I am VERY excited by it. 🙂

Does anyone Twitter besides Wyndie (I already follow her), because I am finally tweeting as @RieSheridanRose. If you let me know your handle, I’ll follow you. So far I have 29 followers and follow 111….lol.

Crazy busy, actually. As I told a friend earlier today, I have submitted 60 pieces so far this year, and that is without getting Skellyman ready–and I REALLY need to do that. Must make it a priority.

On top of the writing, I have a spot vending at Beer, Brass and BS this month, and so I am trying to get a few more “Steampunky” pieces done. Am I insane?

I’m going to quit writing for tonight and give you your poem, so I can go play a bit of Solitaire.

 

In honor of the season, I give you some lyrics that Marc may or may not ever make into a song:

Cabin

(Chorus)

*These taxes, they tax us —
Make them go away…
No way to relax as
the bills we can’t pay!

My father he farmed
the land of his birth,
a family connection
of freedom to earth.
His father had passed
on his love for the land —
to watch the crops grow,
to tend them by hand —
But the government tax man
has sent us his toll…
and there’s no way in hell
to keep this place whole.

My son loves the land,
he dreamt of this farm
one day being his,
tilled by his arm.
He’s a hard-working man
and brought home a bride
to build for the future
and stay by his side.
But the money’s all gone
there’s no way to pay
and tomorrow the tax man
will take it away.

My wife understands
that there’s nothing to say.
We haven’t the money
they want us to pay.
She’s packing our things —
what little we’ve got,
which after the tax man,
sure won’t be a lot.
She’s stuck by my side,
through thick and through thin.
I hope that one day
we’ll be happy again.

 

About RieSheridanRose

Rie Sheridan Rose multitasks. A lot. Her short stories appear in numerous anthologies, including Nightmare Stalkers and Dream Walkers Vols. 1 and 2,  and Killing It Softly. She has authored eight novels, six poetry chapbooks, and lyrics for dozens of songs. She tweets as @RieSheridanRose.
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