5 November, 1817
by Percy Bysshe Shelley
That time is dead forever, child, Drowned, frozen, dead forever! We look on the past; And stare aghast At the spectres, wailing, pale and ghast, Of hopes which thou and I bequiled To death on life's dark river. The stream we gazed on then rolled by; Its waves are unreturning But we yet stand In a lone land, Like tombs to mark the memory Of hopes and fears which fade and fly In the light of life's dim morning.
This is an old poem written by a character of mine that is on deck for attempted publication. For anyone familiar with Egyptology, you might recognize a strong ancient Egyptian influence…
It would not be the only word spoken if I would condemn my sight there are few words broken many excuses I might devise but for your whisper alone for your own embrace would they request your presence spread tears on your face but for your whisper alone I know that I would die and you would mourn by my corpse they would request your presence to do so
I’m preparing my query, synopsis, and organizing my ms for submission to agents and/or publishers, however, I’m finding that my online research has been a challenge. I won’t be able to get an agent guide until next week sometime, but I’d like to submit sooner than that. I’m wondering if anyone could either recommend an agent or publisher, or direct me to an online resource with a list I can search through. Any suggestions would help. I’d prefer an agent, but I’ll try publishers as well if I have no success with agents. My novel is mainstream/literary, depending on the definition of literary that’s found online.
Anyway, just putting it out there for suggestions…
I always liked this scene but I’ve had to cut out a significant amount of it in order to avoid giving away any of the story. There was a lot of dialogue I had to edit out, so the scene is about 1/3 of it’s original length. Now it’s main focus is the perfect ass, but it did have more substance than that. Anyway, there aren’t many Sable scenes I can post without giving plot away. Hopefully this one isn’t too choppy from the edits.
A little about this scene: This is a deleted scene from my novel The Opera. (I’m closer to being finished with edits than I’ve ever been, so I’ll be submitting to agents and publishers very soon). Jack Mariano, for those who haven’t read my previous deleted scenes, is an A-list actor. Sable is a friend of his. Sable’s Irish, but grew up in Scotland, so he has a Scottish accent, kind of tainted by his mother’s Irish accent. They went and purchased a couple of bikes and Sable’s learning how to ride since he’d never ridden a bike before. Regarding ‘the perfect ass” they’re just joking around, since Jack wouldn’t approach a woman like that, being a celebrity with an impeccable image.
A side note: the ass is based on a real ass. I was running on the bike path one day, stopped for a drink, and a woman walked by. The next day I wrote this scene. Since it was impossible for me to forget the details, as the image was implanted in my mind, I know I accurately describe her pants and her ass.
The Opera deleted scene
The next day, Jack and Sable are riding bikes. Jack stops to drink from his stainless steel container of water and Sable stops too, joining him in a drink.
“You’re not bad. You’ll do all right if we take a bike trip tomorrow.” Jack challenges, “if you can handle it.”
Sable gives Jack a half look, exhibiting a lack of ambition to embark upon the lengthy excursion. A woman walks by wearing skin-tight spandex athletic capris, mostly a pale mauve, black down the sides, and black on the top around her waist. The black comes down into a curved V on the center back, giving her derrière a heart shape. Jack cannot remove his eyes from her ass as she walks by, making him greatful for his dark sunglasses. She moves rapidly for exercise, each cheek lifted firmly as the alternate leg steps forward. Her hips pendulum side to side, the full roundness emphasized. It’s an ass that women probably hate to have but men more than anything want to get a hold of, in any number of positions. She doesn’t appear to be wearing underwear as Jack takes note there are no lines beneath the layer of thin material which is all that stands between Jack and her sumptuous skin. Sable looks at Jack, then her, then Jack again.
Jack blows out his mouth, “Man, now that’s an ass. That’s a perfect ass.”
Sable looks toward the woman.
“What do you think?”
“All right, I’m sorry, man, but if that ass doesn’t do anything for you, you’re gay. You’ve got to be.”
“Ah appreciate th’ beauty ay women.”
“That’s not the same as being straight.”
“Aam nae bent.”
“That doesn’t make any sense.”
“Sae yoo’re wantin’ tae fuck ‘at lassie?”
“Aye, thaur wi’ th’ beautiful feckin’ erse.”
“She does have a beautiful ass. There aren’t many like that. Don’t see many of those in my business anyway. All the women are too skinny for an ass like that. It tempts me like my mother’s pecan pie.”
“Irene coods mak ye pecan pie.”
Jack smiles, not eased from the pain of what he reminded himself of, but gracious towards Sable’s evident sensitivity to the subject. Though Sable, not having a proper mother himself, could never comprehend that it really has nothing to do with the pie and everything to do with the woman baking the pie. In this case, this is especially true since Irene would probably poison the pie.
“Gae ride up tae ‘at lassie.”
“What, so I can get laid?”
“Celebrity or not, I can’t just go up to a woman on the street and proposition her. So what would be your plan?”
“Ye ride up tae her an’ say, hey bebbe, yoo’ve a sweet erse, wa dornt ye rub it aw ower mah face.”
Jack’s surprise stunts his reaction for a moment until he bursts out laughing. He laughs harder as Sable appears almost pleased with himself that he was able to amuse Jack so profoundly. “Yeah, that’d do it, I’m sure.” He laughs more, “Should I use the accent too? Then I’m a shoe-in.”
“Nae, ye jist be Jack Mariano. Ah hear th’ lassies quite loch ‘at bloke.”
I thought I received this blog award before, but I can’t find it anywhere. Maybe it got lost when I received some awards during my extended Winter break before I officially went award free.
Anyway, I am award free insomuch that I don’t have time enough to honor all the obligations that go along with receiving the awards. However, I am deeply appreciative when I receive them, as it is truly an honor to be considered. So I like to thank the blogger(s) who give(s) the award(s) in a post, then it’s included on my Award Page.
I recently received the Versatile Blogger Award from two incredible bloggers.
There’s Melissa Nacinovich at http://cocomias.wordpress.com/ who is a woman who is pretty hysterical. She loves and reviews books, makes jewelry, posts recipes, quotes, anectdotes, and her photography. (Hopefully I didn’t miss anything Melissa, feel free to add anything in the comments below, such as any promos you want to do for items you sell). She’s definitely versatile, so I suggest you have a look.
Then there’s Simon Workmann at http://simonworkmann.wordpress.com who is a new blogger that is headed towards more success than I ever hoped for when I was his age of 12. He is also extremely versatile. He’s an artist, photographer, writer, a cook, and he studies lepidoptery, astronomy, and German. Simon also has a really cute cat. Be sure to visit his impressive site.
Thanks Melissa and Simon!
Ok Simon at http://simonworkmann.wordpress.com suggested that I draw a picture about what best describes my blog, and he was kind enough to offer to reblog it once I post it. If you haven’t gone to his blog yet, you should have a look. He’s a Renaissance Man at age 12 and that’s no joke. He has an amazing blog, which is monitored by his parents, so it’s safe to comment, like, and follow. Anyway, the below photo is what I chose to draw as a metaphor of how I feel about my blog. The picture depicts me camping. When I go camping, I’m often breathless by the beauty around me. I feel the deepest sense of peace. I feel healthy emotionally, mentally, physically, and spiritually. I feel alive and inspired. I have moments of solitude and introspection. I have other moments that I share with good people. These are the reasons why I have chosen this image as a metaphor for what I think most describes my blog and my blogging experience.
Thanks Simon for motivating me to draw this picture!
I’m not much of a cynic, but examine this beautiful river:
A little closer you will see:
Maybe this came from upstream, regardless, it’s a travesty.
Or maybe it was the same person who tossed this bottle cap and put out this butt alongside this river:
Or who scattered trash along the roadside or on the paths of amazing forests, rivers, and mountains. I think I’d prefer to believe it was one person, and that not so many people can be so callous.
Maybe it was the asshole, or asshole’s kid who stuck this wad of gum on a scenic wall in the blazing heat so it could stick to my ass when I sat on it for a photo op:
No matter what, please don’t trash our Earth. I intended to take photos of beauty and nature in order to post, but instead I was continuously horrified and distracted by the effects of what slobs people can be. I apologize because I think this is probably my most cynical post, but if someone can’t take their trash with them, or wrap a piece of gum in some paper until they find a trash barrel, that is laziness at it’s purest. Laziness.
If your house is just as disgusting as how you treat this Earth, then I guess you never learned responsibility or a sense of respect. Wildlife lives in this nature, this is their home, and as humans we have the privilege to enjoy it uninvited. The person who lives off the land and doesn’t contribute to the destruction of the Earth can argue his/her own case. Everyone else, please take your trash with you and dispose of it properly. Otherwise, you are making this world unhealthy for the animals and for those who care.
Sorry for my rant, but that gum ruined a good pair of jeans, which is the least of the destruction all this litter has caused.
Thanks for coming by ;)
Got this video via email from someone. It’s awesome, and the song is perfect, but I love The Killers anyway. And for those who don’t appreciate dance, you might after this compilation.
I’m trying to find the time to visit my fellow bloggers and be a more active part of the community in that respect. I just went through my reader and I unfortunately chose to delete some blogs I’ve been following. I only selected those which don’t look very familiar. This means that I haven’t seen those blogs much around my own site. This has no reflection on my appreciation of their blogs. What it means is that, since I’m following well over 700 blogs, I need to narrow that down in order to be able to reciprocate my dedicated followers. It’s a time constraint thing and isn’t intended to be an offense or anything like that.
If by any chance I’ve deleted you mistakenly, it’s because your username/blogname maybe aren’t the same, or it was just that I did it too fast to notice. Please don’t hesitate to say, “hey Sage I come here all the time, wtf?” There are so many amazing blogs out there, and I only have so much time, like the rest of us. Therefore, since it’s a challenge to keep up, I’d like to focus on the bloggers who come here all the time and deserve the reciprocation. I unfortunately may have accidentally deleted some new followers whose names I don’t recognize yet, so if that applies to you, please let me know. I hope this doesn’t come off as arrogant, because I’m too humble to be arrogant. This also doesn’t mean I don’t want new followers or new blogs to follow. So speak up if you believe I’ve unjustly or inadvertantly deleted you, and I will rectify that.
I’m going to assume that most of you experience the same dilemma from time to time. Blogging isn’t just about my work I want to share, there is a give and take, and it is in fact a community. I enjoy the community and so I want to be sure I don’t neglected anyone, and guarantee I remain active and involved with the works of everyone else as well.
Thanks so much!