Itchy…

I actually am a little itchy today. It’s the blasted humidity. I feel like taking a shower every 15 minutes. But that’s not the real reason for the title of this post. I have been writing a bit on the ol’ guitar, and there are actually a number of songs I’ve been itching to get on tape, at least some basic acoustic arrangements, but the home studio is all packed up right now. One of these days I’ll get to it, but it’s just been so busy, and the kids are always messing with stuff, so…waaaaah. I know, I’m a big whiner. But eventually, maybe even soon, I will share some new audio.

In the meantime, I’ve had other bitty bits kicking around in the back of my mind. It seems to come in fits and starts, and this time I actually got something down that is more or less a complete thought. I am bad with short fiction. I have a hard time ending at the right point. I either stop too soon, or go on so long that it verges on dead-horse flagellation. Someone once told me that what makes a painter great is knowing when to stop painting, when to drop the brush. I agree.

Anyway, I have a sort of first draft of a short story called The Water Man that I’m putting up here. Really just looking for responses since I haven’t done to much public sharing of my words in a long time. I tend to care about characters that other people don’t care about so this may be stupid or obvious or boring or whatever. Those of you who know me at all know that I have a rhino skin (all those years of sending demos to music zines kind of helps) so if you think it’s shit, you can tell me that. Hopefully you’d have something more constructive to say.

Then again, if you think it’s shit you’re clearly a shallow asshole, so I don’t expect much from you.

Just kidding. If you’ve got a few minutes, give it a read.