Bottled Water, Gluttony, and Chapter One

I got a bottle of water at uni yesterday, and the brand name was Another Bloody Water. What's more, it was the nicest bottled water i have ever had. Forget Mount Franklin or EastCoast, this was top notch.

I have almost finished Chapter One of The Witching Hour. I spent an hour or so talking about it with Bec yesterday, and we worked through a bunch of issues with logic with where I was taking it. Mainly because I had all these very complex ideas that didn't function entirely as I wanted them to. So I had to rethink where things were going, and in the end, I had to axe a character entirely. That being said, the whole thing is now a lot more like what I originally wanted, and it works an awful lot better. I am now convinced that these people would do these things, and internal logic is important to any work of fiction. So there you are. Writing Writing.

Also, in order to kind of hold to a promise ages ago, I have included here the Gluttony poem:

You never quite know when you've had enough -
The delicate flavours and textures
Beckon with their subtlety and sweetness:
"Just one more bite."

Glut your senses on the smoothness of fine wine,
Wooden and deep, with sensuous fingers it ensnares your tongue
Until you have had too much again.
Never fear though, what is a little excess now and again?

Sweet spices make your tongue tingle with delight,
Warm buttery pastries glide down your neck,
Which grows ever thicker with your surfeit.
A plethora of indulgences lie waiting.

One day, you realise you are an addict;
You hate what you have become, but
In the way of all addicts
That is not enough to stop you.

You think maybe you need help
By then, though, it's much too late
To stop the ravages of heart disease.
So eat, drink, and be merry...

...Because while you may die tomorrow,
You have lived large today.
Revel in the pleasures and raptures of the flesh
And feast your way into oblivion.

Copyright Blake Jolly, 2008.

Have a great weekend. Blake.