Cold Stone Statue

The door closed. His face, sallow, crumpled, reflected the painful years of resignation shrouding the limp, haphazard room. The large pedestal towered over his dingy, sparse furniture, and his pale eyes were drawn once more to the cold stone figure staring imperiously from its regal position.

“Don’t stare at me,” he whispered vehemently, hissing under his breath, like a disturbed snake.

The perfectly carved eyes of the granite statue continued to stare, vacantly, dispassionately. He imagined a curl of the upper lip into a twist of disdain. He hated her. He wished he had never set eyes on her. The fire of his passion was now white hot, cutting like a gas axe through his former forgotten caresses.

“You sit there and do nothing!” he hissed, and his wasting body deflated further into his chair with the effort of forming intense emotion into words. She gazed over his head by a centimetre. Her rigidly flowing coverlet pulled protectively over the curve… He pulled his eyes away, shutting them tightly as his passion converted suddenly to the day he first caught a glimpse of her, stalwartly facing into a gusty summer breeze, her rough-cut hair tightly braided to keep it from whipping in her face.

“Curse you,” he muttered, his gaze now falling, unfocused, to his own emaciated legs, draped limply with crocheted granny squares of mismatched gay colours. His hands closed and opened, and he felt for a moment, the perfect curve of a carving tool curled into his palm, felt the vibrations of the hefty wooden mallet pounding… His reverie was interrupted as the door banged abruptly open against the wall, shaking the peeling faux-gold ornate picture frames on the opposite side of the room.

“This it?” grunted the heavy-set, bristly bearded man, his piercing eyes bored first into the vacant expression of the wrinkled man huddled in the old-fashioned wheelchair tucked into the far corner of the room, then held the lifeless statue in an acute gaze, measuring her sculpted form precisely, as he pushed the solidly fixed wooden crate toward her on perfectly oiled hydraulic wheels.

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I wrote this piece especially for OM, as part of a series prepared for guest blogging at HarsH ReaLiTy in early 2014. Although the guest blogging is not going ahead, at this stage, it provided much needed motivation for me to start writing creatively. This is probably the first serious bit of fiction I have written for over twenty years. It unfolded as I typed, as if it had a mind of its own. I could clearly see the room, the characters, and feel their emotions.

A Story of a Minotaur, or “What a Lot of Bull.”

And this is how the story begins, with a letter, freshly written on rumpled lined paper, barely brushed free of sleep and hidden dreams.

Dear brother,

I walked down the maze,
and saw the Minotaur
eating human flesh.

His keepers wrapped a rope
around my delicate neck.

The stocks were for me
and my whole family.

And all that was left
of old Mr Plod,
was a cap
floating
in a cauldron of hot cat.

The Minotaur’s trainer
began the Appetizing Game,
Showing the wild monster
some blood
without screams.

(He did not wish
to put the beast off)

The stabbings began
and I was stretched on a rack;
The Minotaur slept
after a complex mating ritual.

What a lot of Bull.

The lid lifted on the maze.
The sun dried up the blood.
The mad Minotaur
screamed in pain
as the light shone bright
on all his mutated ugliness.

And his lovers
were shot, by a passing helicopter
of Armed Defenders.

They discovered the Magician
still clutching trembling wand,
curled up in the corner
repeating his own name.
They chopped off his fame.

Dear brother,
I saw
the mad Minotaur
as they turned him into mincemeat
and dug him into the garden.

Where now I sit.
Enjoy the sweet scent of blossoming Spring.
Dear brother,
It was a long time ago,
and I sincerely want you to know,

the madness of the maze
has been clearly exposed.

Your sister,
in truth.

===== Also on video courtesy of YouTube ====

Proof of my addiction to blogging

Yes, I am here, and I had intended to keep the laptop lid shut all day today. The sun is shining and we have not walked out the door to walk in it yet!

I had to let people know, that when you sell your e-books through Amazon, you are allowed to earn a commission of up to 10% for advertising your own book. How cool is that? I mistakenly thought that the commission didn’t count if I referred it from a link on my own blog. Found out I was wrong yesterday!

All you e-book authors out there, make a little bit more by joining up on this link: https://affiliate-program.amazon.com/gp/associates/join/landing/main.html

(Don’t listen to me, I got the percentage wrong before, best just visit the site and decide for yourself.)

I am hoping that my brain is improving, although on the surface it may seem like it is not. I am in wait and see mode, and hopefully will not need to visit a doctor. I had a bit of a cold recently and near the end got all stuffed up in the sinuses, with a headache. Sorry to get all graphic here…. As it was clearing up, I had some bouts of fluid leaking from my nose, in an unusual manner. Funny colour too – transparent but slightly hmmm yellowy-orange? in colour.  Strangely reminded me of bile. And anyway, now I feel much better, and the cold is gone.

After a bit of research I am creating my own bit of fiction about my brain blowing up and bursting…. LOL! And that of course explains all my craziness…. In my invented story, I am much more calm and rational now than ever before, because my bubble popped and my brain is restored to normal size. Hehe, my kids tell another story… in which I am the same as ever…. Silly ole me!

Anyway, my day off was kind of hoping for time to let my brain cool off after all the work setting up another blog, which I am really wondering now if it was such a bright idea. I have too many really!

==== show’s over… that’s pretty well all the interesting stuff said and done, just boring notes to myself about my blogs beyond this point! Sorry folks! ====

I may squash my photography blog into this blog. Maybe.

My wildersoul.com blog has been a great place to learn about what doesn’t work for me. That’s partly why I started the new dissolvingbuildings.com blog. There are still things that work best on a self-hosted domain though. Any tricky things that need a script. Like the utilities that my son makes. Have you seen the blank-circle-frame generator? That won’t run on this blog, or on the paid WP.com blog. And the embedded Amazon shop is pretty cool. Can’t be embedded here, only linked, which takes the viewer off-site).

The problem with PayPal. It sends me your email and your name attached to your PayPal account. (I received my first payment just recently and so now I know.) This presents a problem. I would need to win people’s trust, and that would include providing a privacy policy, and some sort of security of data assurance written into terms of service or something like that. Legal stuff.  Basically, “I won’t use your email address for anything except correspondence about your purchase, and will not give it out to anyone else.”

So although selling direct means a lower price for the buyer, and a higher commission for me, it comes with its own problems. Selling through Amazon, although they take commission off for themselves, has a trusted payment system in place.

CreateSpace has a thing where I can order my paperbacks at cost price, which is about $2.15 (US), and then I can change the delivery address to send the books to the person who wants to buy them. I will have to check if there is free delivery within the US.  This could be a good option for bulk orders, for schools, or hospitals. I could ask for a very small commission on top. This could be good for orders of say 10 books for a therapist’s waiting room.

I feel disappointed about the PayPal situation. However, perhaps it is all part of building up a reputation and a brand, and putting all of the legal bits in place. That’s a big job to do and requires some research, and possibly trusting a lawyer of some sort.

The dissolvingbuildings.com blog has bridged a gap between my blog world, and my extended family. Which is a good thing, and is a stepping stone to connecting to the neighbourhood and community.

I have bottled up some excitement in what I call a special treat for myself. I bought a guillotine, no don’t call me Madame! And refilled the toner for our black and white printer, so I will be very soon designing colouring books and printing, trimming and stapling them myself. And printing off sheets of business cards on the special cardboard I bought. So the physical advertising in the community will start fairly soon.

Hopefully I will settle into a bit of a routine over the next week or two. I find it very hard to switch into new habits, it takes time and repetition. If you are reading all this boring stuff, then please bear with me over the next few weeks as I behave a bit like a spider in a spaceship, making very deranged-looking webs for a while, until I get things figured out and things are beautifully in order again.

Final thoughts… I want my wildersoul.wordpress.com free online colouring book mostly focused as a resource for those healing from trauma, of any kind. Any kind of therapeutic use. And of course available for children, homeschoolers, and others who love to colour. Because of this, I am not so keen on having a shop attached, or advertising on the site. All of that can zip over to dissolvingbuildings.com, which is really where we will chase our dreams, and set up in business as a family. In itself that is a very healing thing for our family. And it is leading on to changes in our offline life too. One of us has a part-time job offer for the next six months at least. When there is a motivated goal, then things start to fall into place.

Wishing you all the best for the weekend, if you have read this far! You deserve a break! (smiling…)

Anasera.

PS. don’t worry about my brain. It is probably inflamed from me eating wheat. We had a huge spicy moist carrot cake with cream cheese icing for our blog opening celebrations… and it is all gone now. Naughty me.

Writing buddies, writing group, Add a Something Flash Fiction

Just recently I started “Add a Something Flash Fiction” and now I want to invite people to join in and also bring along more buddies to get the creativity really rolling. Let’s make up a story.

The lack of rules for today are:

1. Break them

2. Don’t stick to the 50 words for a beginning, middle or end.

3. Choose from the Topics, or make up your own…. let’s get started! 🙂

Here are some Topics:

1. Cheese sticks

2. Like a Rhino

3. My mother wouldn’t

Extra Notes:

Yes, it is okay to put one single word. Or “splat.”

Yes it is okay to write over 50 words, and copy and paste them into your own blog post.

It’s also okay to write a few words here, and then go write lots more on your own blog.

And it is okay to link back here, because we might like to come visit and see what else you’ve written!

If you want a special place to chat about what is happening, well….. what I will do is create another post right now, called “Chatting about the Flash Fiction.” Feel free to comment freely on it.

Okay – first commenter gets to pick the topic and set the scene… go for it! 🙂

Add a Something Flash Fiction #4

This is growing into something interesting. Here’s an index of the Somethings so far:

Add a Something Flash Fiction #1 In which Chainsaws Bite

Add a Something Flash Fiction #2 In which Something gets stuck, Squiggle is a darling Plodopuss who is destined to take over the world, and someone was a friend, until the truth is revealed.

Add a Something Flash Fiction #3 In which an intruder brings tears to my eyes.

Once again, simple rules, one comment for the beginning, one comment for the middle, and one comment for the end.

First commenter sets the scene.

🙂

~WilderSoul

PS. While out blog-foraging, I came across this cool blogger’s idea for getting through writer’s block

http://thelettervy.wordpress.com/2013/07/08/blocked-writers-anonymous-hangout

Add a Something Flash Fiction #3

Thanks to all who joined in on the last one!

This one has rules… you’re allowed to break them…

The rules are to make it real quick to finish one story.

First comment is the beginning
Second comment is the middle
Third comment is the end

No topic – the first comment sets the scene.

Have a go 🙂

Add a Something Flash Fiction #2

Different rules this week – add a line or so and keep the story going. Join in anytime.
Topic today – choose from:

It Stuck
She was a friend
Squiggle the Plodopuss

🙂
~WilderSoul