Monday, February 7, 2011

Ladies and Bugs

By morning the wind had brought the locusts; 14 they invaded all Egypt and settled down in every area of the country in great numbers. Never before had there been such a plague of locusts, nor will there ever be again. 15 They covered all the ground until it was black. They devoured all that was left after the hail—everything growing in the fields and the fruit on the trees. Nothing green remained on tree or plant in all the land of Egypt.
-- Exodus 10 (New International Version)


“Ya know, all this talk ‘bout plagues and locusts and bugs. (hiccup) I’m right offended by the implication that we—us bugs—were sent as punishment. Right, Ernie? I mean, come on, you don’t hear us going on ‘bout humans do ya?”

“Frank, can’t we just chug a slimy slew without you ramblin’ on about the bible? Who cares anyhow? Humans don’t see nothin’ that ain’t right in front of their faces. And half the time, even when it is, they ain’t listenin’.”

"Well, humans don' have much to be going on about. Life was a whole lot more peaceful before they showed up anyhow."

"And how would you know? You're gonna be dead next month anyway!"

"Thanks for reminding me. (hiccup)"

“I think you’re taking it all a little too seriously. You and your buddies go cruisin’ for good eats, the humans grow the good eats, and then you all show up and put them out of their hard work. It’s gotta be gratin’ to have that happen time and time again. Besides, ya’ll aren’t very attractive anyhow. Big stick legs, pokey, buzzing. Hell, I don’t even like you all either. Give me the willies.”

“Right—thanks a lot, Ernie. Teach me to ask a lady for some support.”

“Aw, don’t be like that –ah, ah, don’t cry now! Good bug, it’s embarrassing! Now, I know you got your feelings all hurt ‘cause that you made that kid cry. But it wasn’t your fault. That girl had big bushy hair! Even the best of us woulda been stuck in that mess.”

“But the way she looked at me! LOOKED at me! (hiccup) I thought I was a goner—that she was gonna snuff me out right there, squashed all over the sidewalk! Then those boys said –they said— (sob)”

“There, there. You’re not really a plague, ya know? Humans—well, humans just gotta have stories to explain whats going on. Otherwise they get confused, scared like. It’s nothing personal. You should hear the stories they got ‘bout black cats!”

“No, no, no, Ernie, see that’s the problem with all this (hiccup) We’s got feelings too, ya know? (hiccup) I mean, I know you’re a ladybug so this is probably lost on ya, but how would you feel if every time you showed up for the harvest, people ran screaming? (hiccup) How many times could you endure before ya start to feel like a – like a freak, ya know?”

“I’m a LADY bug. Ya know how humiliating it is to be cooed over? To have little kids runnin’ around, blowing kisses and making wishes? I’m a guy. A guy. It’s a crime against bugkind I’m tellin’ ya. If there IS a god, he’s got one messed up sense of humor. Are you drunk, Frank? You really don’t know how to hold your slew. It’s embarrassing! I’m supposed to be the lady and you’re falling all over yourself after two rounds. Oy, Leonard! Make Frank’s next a rain drop would ya? Don’t want him puking all over again.”

I Write

I write because pages are too white. Too wide, too long, too empty. I write because sometimes I feel like I’ve forgotten how, articulation abandoning me to one of the fumbling incoherents that wander through life, communication just beyond their grasp or desire. I write because because because sometimes I’m afraid to cry and it’s the only way I know how, to pour emotion on the page and hope for the best. Just like life. Just like I hope for the best every day.

Because it’s hard.

Because it’s easy.

Because they told me my talent would be wasted if I didn’t.

Because I don’t want to be wasted (high, fucked, spun, delirious) anymore.

Because I don’t know how not to.

Because a picture is worth a thousand words but a thousand words is still a thousand words and I can summarize the entire history of the galaxy and dimensional reality in a flash fiction piece of 500 words. What picture can do that?

Because I want to.

Because I want to.

Because I want to.

Wanting is sometimes the most important part.

Publishing Articles

So I've been introduced to the "world of writing for money" via a handy article on Squidoo: http://www.squidoo.com/make-money-writing#module110257401

I highly recommend it -- it helped me make contacts with several websites where I could register and begin writing content. Associated Content through Yahoo! was my first stop. I decided to write a "test" article on a subject I was familiar with: rabbit as a good source of meat. Imagine my surprise when they published it! Granted it was a decent article but I had not hoped to have such instant fortune. Not that the pay would equal fortune of any kind but the pittance was encouraging! Of course, it was then reviewed again and they pulled their offer because I didn't cite my source correctly. But a quick edit and it was accepted once more. The forum appears to be extremely helpful and filled with people very familiar with the process. Writing articles is not nearly as fun as writing fiction but they don't take long and could build into a humble income with some dedication. Here's the article for those who are interested:
Rabbit: It's What's for Dinner