More Writing About Writing
Apr. 26th, 2015 05:14 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jack_babalonFrom a little after midnight until a quarter to five in the morning, I've spent my Saturday night (technically Sunday morning) pounding away on the keyboard here. Found myself a few pages deeper into the Halloween Rock Star Burlesque, made demons cavort and mortals blush all while giving the Devil his due if not the occasional guitar solo.
Unfortunately, I've had to tap some atavistic wells in the process, flirting astral with dominions not normally my archetype. Normally I daydream up Minerva's heralds, loving emissaries with Vulcan charm (by which I mean Star Trek and not the Roman God) who balance gracefully my more emotional excesses. Tonight however it's those goddesses you can find smoking cigarettes in the Pantheon girl's room and wearing lots of black with skulls on their clothes. The Goddess of Switchblades, The Goddess of Shoplifting, The Goddess of Long Black Boots, and the Goddess of Barroom Brawls.
What their song leaves in its wake is a body trembling and restless before the coming dawn.
Disconnecting then from the words, from the night job, from this wolf anxious place where my love is not.
Until I plug back in tomorrow, push-ups and cold showers before bed.
Unfortunately, I've had to tap some atavistic wells in the process, flirting astral with dominions not normally my archetype. Normally I daydream up Minerva's heralds, loving emissaries with Vulcan charm (by which I mean Star Trek and not the Roman God) who balance gracefully my more emotional excesses. Tonight however it's those goddesses you can find smoking cigarettes in the Pantheon girl's room and wearing lots of black with skulls on their clothes. The Goddess of Switchblades, The Goddess of Shoplifting, The Goddess of Long Black Boots, and the Goddess of Barroom Brawls.
What their song leaves in its wake is a body trembling and restless before the coming dawn.
Disconnecting then from the words, from the night job, from this wolf anxious place where my love is not.
Until I plug back in tomorrow, push-ups and cold showers before bed.