Confession

Today, whilst driving the highway, Rian found Self damp eyed remembering a book passage I had slid through the night before.

I dislike waiting for medical results. It seems the time in between knowing and not knowing sends Rian constantly between sniffles and Too Much To Drink.

This makes Rian feel weak. There is nothing Rian dislikes more than feeling weak.

Except perhaps aeroplanes.

Possible Truths

Rarely do great beauty and great virtue dwell togother as they do in you.

- Rian's P.F. Chang's fortune cookie

Pfft.

Rian must get a baseline MRI this Wednesday.

This does not please Rian.

Bangbangbangbangbang.

Song of the Day or Dave and Violins

Isn't it strange
How we move our lives for another day
Like skipping a beat
What if a great wave should wash us all away
Just thinking out loud
Don't mean to dwell on this dying thing
But looking at blood
It's alive right now
Deep and sweet within
Pouring through our veins
Intoxicate moving wine to tears
Drinking it deep
Then an evening spent dancing
It's you and me

This love will open our world
From the dark side we can see a glow of something bright
There's much more than we see here
Don't burn the day away
Is this not enough
This blessed sip of life
Is it not enough
Staring down at the ground
Oh then complain and pray more from above
Greedy little pig
Stop just watch your world trickle away
Oh it's your problem now
It'll all be dead and gone in a few short years

Just love will open our eyes
Just love will put the hope in our minds
Much more than we could ever know
Don't burn the day away
Come sister my brother
Shake up your bones shake up your feet
I'm saying open up
And let the rain come pouring in
Wash out this tired notion
That the best is yet to come
But while you're dancing on the ground
Don't think of when you're gone

Love love what more is there
We need the light of love in here
Don't beat your head
Dry your eyes
Let the love in there
There are bad times
But that's ok
Just look for love in it
Don't burn the day away

Look
Here are we
On this starry night staring into space
And I must sayI feel as small as dust
Lying down here
What point could there be troubling
Head down wondering what will become of me
Why concern we cannot see
But no reason to abandon it
Time is short but that's all right
Maybe I'll go in the middle of the night
Take your hands from your eyes, my love
Everything must end some time
Don't burn the day away

Come sister my brother
Shake up your bones shake up your feet
I'm saying open up
And let the rain come flooding in
Wash out this tired notion
That the best is yet to come
But while you're dancing on the ground
Don't think of when you're gone

Love love what more is there
We need the light of love in here
Don't beat your head
Dry your eyes
Let the love in there
There are bad times
But that's ok
Just look for love in it

- Pig

Abode, Painted*

* with Highly Paid Gardener

Sheer Terror

"Thanks for sending the questionnaire. I've attached our first draft of a "media kit". I would appreciate it if you would give us some feed back and point up the errors and omissions that need to be corrected ... as well as any additional information you feel we should include. Perhaps a new photograph?

Would you also consider organizing a book launch, bookstore readings and media events in and around Spokane during October/November? We can help with this, but it is best if you can take the lead and focus on your local stores and media.

We will arrange to send out review copies and contact the SF community.

Do you know that the World SF Convention will be in Denver in 2008? They are always looking for authors to sit on panels and it might be fun to be one of the panelists if you intend to go to the con.

Edits will be on the way to you this coming week.

best,"

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