Goats and Selkies

The second section of the short story about why billy goats are called billy goats is ready, bringing the total to 939 words so far. Before the entire story is edited the work in progress gets posted to the Patron Only level of my Patreon newstream. So far the world of my so-called billy and nanny goat includes a dragon, a reference to the Big Bad Wolf, a defeated troll, a witch, and Red Riding Hood. The story seems to wish to very firmly root itself in folktale vibe Teresa Style, which means that each character is getting its own quirk and twist. Example: Little Red Riding Hood is a witch in training, and does not go to a school (like the witches of the O'Drake clan touched on in Selkies' Skins that feature more in Dragon Shaman) in favor of receiving the training of her mother and grandmother.

Tonight I shall be working more on the Selkies' Skins manuscript. Kirsty, Finnol, and Etain's adventures are overdue.

Creator on Patreon posts are here. Some are public. Some are only viewable when logged in as a patron. All patrons will be able to have the full version of the short story once finished. It will also go up on Smashwords, Amazon Kindle, and Barnes & Noble. I'll also turn it into an audiofile once finished and in the final format. There's also another venue that I'm looking at for selling audio and book files. I am considering the possibility of a children's illustrated version of it later on.

The monthly poem that is unlocked as long as it stays above $10 is a public posting. I'll look back in here later tonight to make sure that this is still synced up with the public goodies there on Patreon, and if there is missing content I will transfer it. I'm thinking that the next extra short story, once the goat one is finished, will be a myth-short of a constellation of selkie souls that is visible in Kirsty's version of Earth.

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September Poem

Catchup Post
September's Poem: Song of the Phoenix

Published Sep 14, 2015

I'm a little late posting this one. I thought I had earlier but between hectic and sick I apparently forgot to.

Song of the Phoenix

In the morn I rise

A blazing sun of glory

Golden eyed and shining

A feather dropped quicks the dead

And my wrath the desert dread

In the morn I rise

A gleaming star of heat

Wings spread wide to the sun

My tear cleanses grievous wounds

Perhaps grants some other boons

In the morn I rise!

My wings beat against the skies

I make the winds to storm

And through the years I sail

Aloft, a-wing, and my approach hail’d

At night though, I fall

Worn and tired by the day

Mine 1,000 to your but one

I am grown dull and wear, at last

On my pyre nest I will softly rest

In the night, a fire!

Glorious rapture, to burn away

To the ashes and dust I return

A gleaming egg rests now in ember nest

Heated through the night, as is best

In the morn, I rise!

I rise! I rise!

The shell cracks and sets me free

Sets me free to once more be

Now I ask, do you know me?

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Extra September Poem

Startled: Kitsune Poem

Published Sep 16, 2015

It's early for the October Poem, I'm still considering what creature to choose for the official October poem. Since I have not felt well enough to work on the next installment of Selkies' Skins here is an extra poem, with the caveat I am getting back to the story after recuperating enough.

Startled

A flash of silver

then it’s gone.

What was that

across the lawn?

In the hedge

blue eyes watch.

While we

enter our lodge.

Across the sea

Green eyes gaze

upon young

at their play.

A red tail

strives to stay still.

Gleeful tail

has own will.

Between, a table

hides the clue.

But a dog barks-

and a flash, blue.

Rustling fabric

reveals the crying fox

running away

despite sad squawks.

Kitsune, where

Do you dash so?

Your lover calls

“come home.”

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