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The book is now online, available to all.  Holy crap. 

I'm sending out a mass email at the moment, which should get to most of you, but if it does not, I'm posting it here:

After a year spent almost exclusively writing (and what feels like just as long formatting, editing, etc.), my first volume, Two Seasons, is now available for purchase! Thanks to Lulu.com and the many wonderful friends who kept me inspired during the process, the book, comprised of over thirty poems, can be found on my site's store: http://sporadicpanic.com/?page_id=377

It may take a couple weeks after placing the order to get to you, and if there are any specific requests in the meantime, feel free to email me at twoseasons@sporadicpanic.com. Also, all copies will be signed. (If you're buying more than one copy, please specify in an email to whom each copy should be dedicated.)

A big Thank You goes out to all my friends, muses and readers. I honestly, absolutely could not have done this without you. From the sparks of inspiration, you've all helped make these poems what they are – I'm just the writer. :-)

Happy Reading,




Writer's Block: Unnecessary Objects

Oscar Wilde, a dandy’s dandy, once said that “we live in an age when unnecessary things are our only necessities.” What unnecessary possession can you not live without?

My 40+ books by, about, or somehow related to Oscar Wilde. :-D

Writer's Block: Personal Holidays

These days, there's a holiday for everything from punctuation to pie. If you could create your own holiday, what would it be and how would you celebrate?

Do I REALLY have to bother explaining this one?


As for celebrations, I'd suggest poetry salons and lots of claret.


Writer's Block: Poetry

Today in 1955 Allen Ginsberg read his generation-defining poem "Howl" in public for the first time. It’s hard to imagine a poem having the same widespread impact today. Is poetry irrelevant to the best minds of our generation?

I think it depends very much on who you're defining as the 'best minds' of our generation. I think even those who have the passion and intelligence to appreciate/feel and especially write poetry, have sort of resigned themselves to the fact that poetry hasn't really sold well since Neruda or earlier. So while many of those who have the means to create and market poetry do so, some limit themselves. My first book of poems will be printed out soon and ready to self-publish, and I'll be grateful if I make a dime off it. You have to at least try, you know? Hell, before the Beatles came along, the general consensus was that guitar groups were on the out. I wanna be the next John Keats, and I daresay I'm friends with the next Shelley. (Yes, Erica, this means you.) So why not at least TRY to bring poetry back? It's definitely worth the effort!

Six-word story.

Hemingway was once challenged to write a story in only six words. His response? “For sale: baby shoes, never worn.” He is believed to have called it his greatest literary work ever. Can you write a story in six words?

Indifferently, the river swallowed the ring.
Vampires or werewolves?

What is this, freaking Twilight?

Vampires, hands down.


Alright, so. I deleted my last RP forum, just because nobody was on it. However, I've started an LJ comm that I hope will be quite fun.


We've already got Armand, Marius, Daniel and Nicolas settled. Feel free to join as any other Anne Rice characters, but make sure you read the rules in the About Me before you do so. :) I apologize slightly for the tone of the first RP post - my Armand-muse was apparently in a somewhat sarcastic mood.

FEEL FREE to join even if you don't wish to RP, but if you just want to read the storylines and interact, as yourself, with the vamps. Also, you can friend my Armand profile (botticelli_lies) if you just randomly wanna have an Armand to chat with.

Bon? Bon.


How many of my LJ friends have MySpace and I don't know about it?

Message me and I'll friend you.


Rock in Peace.

"Real music should transport you to somewhere nice."

-George Harrison, 1961

I'd say more but I think he says enough. Not too many words are worthy of him, anyway.

I remember my rude awakening the day it happened, and trying to hold my tears during the school day.

Don't mope today.

Do something good for yourself, for your friends, for the world at large, and do it with love and your God in your heart.

That's what George would've wanted, anyway.

Best wishes go out to Dhani, Pattie, Olivia, and everyone else feeling the loss of this amazing man.