Today is not a good day for me… it’s currently been raining for what seems like a month straight, flooding up and down the Florida coast, and I hate getting wet. The rain is cold.
Jeff Hanneman of SLAYER is dead… at 49, from liver failure. I was out to dinner with Shelly last night when my 17-year old texted me the news. Surreal. It was a blow, even though I’d only met him briefly once in the mid-1990’s backstage at a show in New York, and he was a friendly guy. He was the true backbone of SLAYER, writing some of my all-time favorite songs. He was only 6 years older than me, and it was depressing to hear an idol was dead.
Did I mention it was still raining outside?
Some of you might know I helped a fellow author friend (who I’ve never met in person but hope to someday) to extract his daughter from an abusive boyfriend a few weeks ago. All looked good, she was as far away from him as she could be… but now, it seems, she is going back to him. Another crushing blow. In the short (4-5 hours?) I knew her, I really liked her and saw her bright future ahead. Now, I only see another potential statistic. She thinks she’ll be the exception and he’ll never hit her again… I’m really sad for her.
Yep, still raining outside…
I do copywriting jobs on the side, little 200-300 word blurbs about a concert coming to someplace in Texas or the reasons you need to select a certain apartment complex in Ohio, stuff like that… only, today, I had a bunch of Adult ones given to me. Really Adult. Stuff about swinger cruises, vibrators, squirting… crazy stuff, and it pays very well. I’m no prude, but this stuff is intense. I need a mental bleach after this…
When it rains it pours…
I’ve gotten nothing done today writing-wise. Just this blog, which I don’t count as actually getting nearer my 2,000 word daily goal. I’ll be home tonight, listening to the rain, and being grumpy I didn’t reach my goal.
…and because of the rain, First Friday’s book signing in Flagler Beach has been cancelled for tonight. I guess the fact the park looks like a lake had something to do with it.
Trapped in purgatory
A lifeless object, alive
Death will be their acquisition
The sky is turning red
Return to power draws near
Fall into me, the skys crimson tears
Abolish the rules made of stone
Pierced from below, souls of my treacherous past
Betrayed by many, now ornaments dripping above
Awaiting the hour of reprisal
Your time slips away
From a lacerated sky
Bleeding it’s horror
Creating my structure
Now I shall reign in blood!