H'lo everyone! The holiday was pretty nice -- Connecticut is generally gorgeous at Christmastime. I did miss the net, though. :-) Right now I'm listening to the Sophie B. Hawkins CD my sister got for me, and it got me thinking about an old love. So I wrote a rather mushy poem, which I'll probably decide I hate in three days and erase out of here -- so the only ones likely to have it inflicted on them are those who check in here between now and New Year's. In case you're curious, this was inspired by the same person who inspired Carven Paths and Renewal, which you can find in my moderately recent poems sections.
TO AN OLD LOVER
It seems that you
are still with me.
In the quiet spaces
I dare not dream of you, and yet
you creep within, tenacious.
You look at her with such eyes
as once you looked at me --
see something different, please...
...or my heart will shout
though I still my tongue.
She loves you, desperately.
Be joyous; be content, and do not
dream of me.
Well. No promises on this one, but I thought I'd try a diary, since I've really enjoyed reading some other ones I've found on the net. I'm not planning to include really personal stuff, but I did think some of you might enjoy reading about what's going on in my life currently. I warn you that it's entirely possible that it'll just putter out at some point -- that's what seems to happen every time I try to keep a diary. While I'm doing it I will be posting it at Printsy
So today I added an explanation on why I write erotica, updated the kids SF/F list, started this diary, gave my boss a little hat for her baby for Christmas, and am looking forward to the office Christmas party tonight. I'll be going to visit my parents for a few days, so I probably won't look at this again till Tuesday. Life is basically very good for me right now - love life is going well -- just sold a novella to Puritan, so as soon as I send them the invoice I'll be getting a nice, fat check, and it's the holidays!