The Gift of Trouble Sight and Summer Bookish Delight

BookCon was rich in poetry. That made me happy. There were poetry panels (one with Amanda Lovelace, author of The Witch Doesn’t Burn in this One), poetry booths, poetry signings, even a blackout poetry section. Rommy and I were all smirks and wows (I would’ve been all grins and delighted cackles, but my stitched-up jaw wasn’t in the mood for overly expressive displays of mirth).

I got lots of swag (I shall show you in a bit). I am a bookish swag lover. Not just because free books are magic, but because its one of the ways in which I end up reading books I would’ve never picked up on my own. Since one can never have enough books (and my jaw hurt, so some distraction was in order), my Piano Man and I stopped by the thrift shop and… *drum roll please* I found a copy of Billy Fog, Volume 1: The Gift of Trouble Sight, for a couple of dollars.

I had never seen the series before. But it was love at first creepy murderous kid sight. Here are three pieces that made me giggle darkly:

“She was often found
in the kitchen, curled up
in a drawer, among enormous knives
with razor-sharp blades.”

 

“The little killer was very quiet and cooperative.
In the mornings, she carried out
her theory exercises diligently.”

 

“No scientist could ever hope to find
a better subject for study!
What curious composure!
What an unfathomable obsession!”

 

I added Billy Fog to the wee list I created to join Khaya Ronkainen’s Summer Reading Challenge. You can see the full list here, if you wish. And, of course, I will be adding a few more from my BookCon booty. All the poetry, for sure.

So, my Wicked Luvs, what are you reading this summer? What was the last book you just couldn’t keep your book-loving-self from acquiring? Share your bookish yum with me (yep, my royal bastard of a jaw still needs distracting).

 

à la Magaly

Remember that bit about how Life Is Selfish…? Well, I think life dearest took offense to my rather rash words and decided that I obviously did not know the meaning of selfish, and since she adores dealing in lessons, she would take the time to show me how things work when she truly chooses to be in charge.

My schedule is a mess. I usually get at least one day of the week that is just for me, but… no more. I’ve done my ranting and teeth baring. Now, I shall sit still on Chaos’s head, facing forward, waiting until I can drop onto his shoulder and ride him through the mess, until he stops bucking and we start dancing as one.

Until that wondrously tidy dance starts, I shall do what I always do. 

“Overuse the words shall and bit more than is decent?” says the exasperating voice of my Maddening in-Head Editor. 

No, you nosy little bastard, I shall do things à la Magaly. 

“In French? Oh, I didn’t know you could—” 

If you would let me write uninterrupted for 3 seconds, I might—

Um… sorry, my Wicked Luvs, my in-head editor’s mouth is bigger than mine at times *cough*. Anyway, I will approach things the Magaly way. I will work with what I have, when I can, in ways that satisfy my creative wants and needs. Yep, it shall be me, me, me—

“And me?” 

Yes, and you, Maddening in-Head Editor, since one must never lose sight of one’s insanity.  

So, the shape of my blogging will change… again. I shall post more often than I did before. But the posts will be short and seldom linked to prompts. I predict micro-fiction, cherita, haiku, tanka, and senryū dancing cheerfully (and wildly) with pictures, bits of witchy living, and glimpses into my writing day.

I think those of you who have been with me since the beginning will like this. Me? Well, I’m certain I shall love every bit of it. The days ahead look shadow-clad and murk-kissed, so I’m strapping on my wings. The Muse and I, and yes, the Maddening in-Head Editor, too, know just how to soar in the dark.

Fly with me…

 


The stunning work of my dear friend, Stacy, mistress of Magic Love Crow.