I hold the garden.
The growth of hope
That turns to decay in its season
Efforts made in early and at last
Find empty their graces
Inside the folds of time I possess
I give fruit
With my whims
Far from the reality
Grows the truth
That seeking men cannot find
Is not amiss
For in seeking on found another
Be not dismayed
For I hold the garden
And growth, life will come in season
Its painfully obvious that I haven't been posting anything at all in a while. Not because I haven't been writing but rather that I have been working on my good stuff, trying to finish a couple of things and get published. I have sent one story out and got turned down but they gave me positive feedback, which was nice. I am trying another place that specializes in sorta what I do. We will see. If it gets published then I will tell all of you about it. If it doesn't, I am considering putting it up on the blog. It will have to be an attached PDF.
But I am also writing in the big story I am working on and the short story that I think will be really, very solid. Hope to have something to report soon, one way or another.