Leaving town

I'll be away for a while, don't know how long I'll be gone. A life is being taken away unfairly and all I can do is be there when it ends, it's not easy to talk about, or even write about, but it is what it is, and there's not much I can do about it besides get on a plane and get there as soon as I can before she's gone.

If any of you who actually read this thing and you live in the Denver area, if you were planning on going to the special reading event for my book, continue to have that plan. The event will not stop because I'm not there, feel free to dig on everyone else who'll be there doing their thing and reading my words, do it for me, I need to know that something good is happening in my life right now. Enjoy the music of Rachael Pollard, enjoy the words of Citymouse and enjoy the brave readers of the words from my book, read by good friends of mine whom I have great faith and adulation for continuing with the event itself. Have a good time, enjoy your life, see ya when I return.

Thanks for the support.
SF

truth be told...

I didn't think this would ever get out, but it has...might as well live with it....

The Birth of Brother Ronin

Had a strange dream the other night: I was walking around the west side of Chicago for some reason, visiting old neighborhoods I guess, and I was dressed like a traditional Edo Period Samurai, duel katanas and all. Every now and then people in the hood would come out of the shadows and whisper the words “Brother Ronin”, like it was a bad thing to say, as if something would happen if they were heard. I kept walking, not really looking at anything, just moving. The dream became more strange when more people came from out of dark alleys, doorways, over roof tops whispering “Brother Ronin”, I don’t know if they were talking about me or not, but there was a sense of respect coupled with a modicum of fear in their voices and mannerisms. The environment was slightly desolate and grey, trash and dust littered the streets. The air smelled sticky, it carried a scent of fried rice, a hint of grass (could just be me on that one though), and gasoline. I got to the end of the street I was walking on and turned a corner, there were other samurai standing there, waiting for me, swords out. I kept walking and went right past them and I heard one of them say: “There goes Brother Ronin, he lives in the mind.” The last thing I remember before moving on to another dream was some kid running behind me yelling for me to come back, but I kept walking, all I knew was that there was something that I needed to do, that it was too important to let slide, the last thing the kid said was “Brother Ronin, don’t die!” Then the dream shifted to something else, something about peach cobbler. But now I think I have a title for the new story I’m working on, seems to make sense to me for some reason. But there you have it, the next book, due around this time next year will be called “Brother Ronin”. Makes me all warm and tingly just thinking about it, dig?

Back on the sales rack

My good buddy, Brotha James P. Johnson has put his book back on sale over at lulu.com, you should check it out, it's called Son.

Dig it.

Also, my other writer buddy Aaron Dietz's book is still going strong, check it out, it's called Reserved for Emperors.

Now, do some reading, enjoy yourself...I'm going back to my cave in the concrete woods.

Day 1

So today marks day one of officially quitting smoking. I know, amazing isn't it. Never thought of myself as a quitter, but I'm tired of hacking and wheezing, and being told by many a woman that "You'd be so much more attractive if you weren't a smoker." Fucking hell in a box of shit! I can't do anything anymore. Well, whatever, doesn't matter. It's about time anyway, 19 years of sucking down smoke has finally reached it's point of unimportance. So, along with that I got that reading coming up and I want to be somewhat on the calm side when it does, it's gonna be strange, but that's life right? Strange is good, at least it's not boring. And I don't need a cigarette to enjoy it, strange is good for everyone, right? Yeah, maybe. Anyway, more to come later. Much to talk about.