bloodywits

“Head up, Jones.” I raise my head, not fast enough. Slap . Slap . Slap . “Up, Jones! You should have blocked that.” I raise my hand to strike, he grabs my wrist and pushes it back down. I slap him lightly with the other hand. He smiles. “I let you have that one.” “I know.” Slap . Slap . A backhand this time. I try to walk away. I don’t feel like playing this game today. He sweeps my feet out from under me, but I knew he would and I spring back up with apparently more grace than he... Read Full Story

The blog is dead; long live the blog.    (This will eventually be replaced by something more interesting.) Read Full Story

The following took place roughly a year ago. Not sure why I felt the need to share it now. *   *   * He picks up an old photo of me and the girls from New Year’s, 2002. “Who are they?” “That’s Shannon, Crystal, and Savanna.” “Who is that?” He points at my image. “Me.” “You? Jones, that’s you?!” “…yes.” That was me at what I consider my worst, physically. That particular photo isn’t exactly flattering either. 16 years old, 5′5″, 168 pounds, shoulder-length light blonde hair... Read Full Story

I write tonight because I can’t sleep. When I sleep it’s fraught with nightmares, dreams of nonsense that leave me waking bruised in body and mind. Nothing is clear enough to be portentous or ominous, just ’scary’. The words are spilling through my mind like bowling pins knocked askance. He is here. His door is firmly shut, presumably to keep out my feline and canine companions, of whom he is not terribly fond, but it feels like he shut that door at me. I know he didn’t. He always sleeps... Read Full Story

1. Open your music library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, etc). 2. Put it on shuffle. 3. Press play. 4. For every question, press the next button and type the song that plays. Preview version 1: Say You Will – Ra Preview version 2: Drag the Water – Pantera Opening Credits: Above – Mad Season Waking Up: The Way I Am – Eminem Falling In Love: Mr. Moustache – Nirvana Sex Scenes: I Don’t Believe – Stabbing Westward Telling Male Lead Character I Love Him & When Zombies Appear... Read Full Story

I said, “Please don’t do that.” You kept doing it, while asking why I wanted you to stop. I walked out. You followed. You argued with me for two hours, the basis of your argument being that you didn’t really do that and that I was just being overly sensitive. I’ve never seen a wound in a person like I saw in your eyes that night. I felt like I really hurt you, which was fucked up, considering that the whole thing started because you hurt me. Fuck you for that. I said, “Can I stay at your... Read Full Story

I know what you’re looking for You’ve looked in these eyes before And all you saw was blue-green water Searching for a mirror That would show the world not who you are But who you want to be And you thought you’d found that one in me But it’s been a long time since I heard that name He doesn’t live here anymore Don’t know where he’s residing You can wait here if you want But I don’t think he’s coming back He doesn’t live here anymore Sure you’ve found the right place The same... Read Full Story

So it’s holiday time again and I’m in the Christmas card mood. Send me your address and I’ll send you an actual card (and nothing creepy or stalkerish, I promise)…I know, crazy, right? Nobody sends real paper cards anymore. Click here to send me your address and experience some holiday goodwill. Read Full Story

Survey questions provided by http://community.livejournal.com/mondaysabitch/ If you could have one part of your body massaged every day, which would you choose? If we’re speaking of a platonic massage, my shoulders. Are there any smells that make you feel instantly nostalgic? If so, what are they? Honeysuckle Sweetly scented tobacco (vanilla or something similar) If the choice for the legal age of consent in your country was up to you, which age would you deem... Read Full Story

So I had an epiphany a couple days ago about the book, and it’s turning into something people might actually want to read. Underscore helped me see the missing link in a particularly difficult scene and that took off as well. Problem is, my word count’s just over 14,000 and I’ve got 5 days left. 50,000 words this month is totally out of the question. However, I’ve written more toward this project than I have on any one thing in years, and I feel fabulous about it. The timing of this was just... Read Full Story