#wrriting

I ended up reading a poem of mine to a whole bunch of writers at an event today, and I did so directly from the Pomera DM100 word processor I wrote it on.

So afterwards, they asked me what it was and I explained.

I also had the Freewrite Traveler with me and showed and explained that to them too.

People were writing down the info on the Pomera and asking how to import one from Japan and work around the troubles of its Japanese format keyboard.

No one had any further interest in the Freewrite Traveler, even after I explained everything about it I did appreciate.

I’m not an enemy of Astrohaus,, if I was, I wouldn’t have put half a hours and of my own dollars into owning this and giving it an extended presence in my writing ecosystem, but these results are speaking for themselves at least when explaining it honestly to other writers so far.

With you you its a safe world, as if you are pushing away all my fears

Like a boat without a dock, it’s another week of writer's block. I drift around aimlessly, tossed about on a wordless sea. ~ The sun still rises every day. But all the thought’s gone astray. The tides do rise and again will fall. It’s sink or swim because that’s all. ~ Equipped with pen and a pad, afloat I’ll stay and won’t be sad. The pages will fill, soaked in sweat. The ink will dry with no regret. ~ The sands of time will shift once more. My anchor will drop on a distant shore. The vistas there will all be new. Perspectives’ will change, as they do. ~ Horizons are always just ahead. The breeze will lead to where we’re led. I can’t complain, this journey’s been good. So I’ll keep thrashing as we should.

Imagine... big fluffy snowflakes are falling from the sky. Sunlight is barely peaking through the dark gray clouds above. A warm fire is crackling in the large sitting room fireplace. The front doors open, causing a gentle gust of cold air to enter the house as well as a few snowflakes. Cyrus and Stevie are helping each other carry a lovely Christmas tree inside.

John Moore just so happens to be stopping by to give his friends a couple of tins of freshly baked cookies his grandmother has made. Seeing Cyrus and Stevie struggling with the tree, he sets his packages aside and helps them. Eventually they get the tree inside and wipe sweat from their brows. John retrieves the tins of cookies and hands one to Stevie and Cyrus.

He asks if Dr. Kreizler is in, which he is. He's sitting by the fireplace reading like he usually does. The two friends say hello and they enjoy a drink together after John hands Laszlo a tin of cookies as well. They talk about various things, including how some of the kids at Kreizler's institute have gone home to spend the holidays with their families.

Laszlo expresses his worries for all of the kids, especially since Christmas can be a dark time for a lot of them. But John assures his good friend that everything will be fine. Another surprise visitor arrives, and this time it's Sara Howard followed my the Issacson brothers.

Sara brings ornaments for the tree. Marcus and Lucius are just there to spend time with friends and have a few good drinks together. Even though they're Jewish they stand and watch as the others help each other decorate the tree. Sara hands out an ornament to each of them, which she has customized to fit each of their personalities.

Once the tree is finished everyone heads into the sitting room for refreshments... everyone except for Laszlo and Sara. She pulls one last ornament from the bag she brought with her. It's a simple ornament, yet beautiful all the same. "This is for Mary. I thought you'd like to do the honors, doctor." She says as she hands it to him. Sympathy filling her eyes for her friend's broken heart.

So I made a night club thing with a new lad. And so on thought the Calypsos would be interesting in it.

I might change this dunno but please give me some feedback. It really helps motivate me and keeps me going.

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"What's up, bitches?" Came the cry of the siren as he shoved his way past the group of patrons standing upon the lit up floor. The group of mixed creatures let out disgruntled murmurs, some hissing at him and others turning to whisper about the man who just waltzed into the place.

'It's that God King fellow.'

'Gods he's a freak!'

'Why are they here?'

"Calypso, " Came the deep and from voice of the owner himself, who was watching the two sirens strut across his floor like a bunch of uncivilized heathens.

Troy's pale eyes laid upon the imposing dark form of the jackal like being, and a grin began to form up on his lips.

"Ah, Ra'Uund was it? " He began with a light supposedly pleasant tone. "So nice to me-"

"Cut the shit, " Came the harsh tone of the creature, his solid white eyes narrowing slowly until they were small blazing slits. "I know you "God" People don't just come in without a goal or plan of some sort. Sirens are the type to cause trouble."

He paused a little to shift in the throne like chair of his and a grimanced formed on his lips. "So. You have three minutes to tell me why, Oh why, I shouldn't spread those pretty tattoos all over my walls?"

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“So uh...was that you yesterday? That beastly creature-“