My dear father died in a faraway war Left Mother and I quite without hope We used our last pennies to leave our fine city And away to a house on a farm And on this farm, on the thorniest edge Stood an ash tree as old as the earth With branches so gnarled and twisted and black That my every bone cried out to climb "But no! Oh no!" said our funny old neighbor Wringing her hands like two rags "Don't you go near it, young Miss Eliza For her roots are bad all the way down" I thought it silly but did as she told Until Mother went missing one eve So sad had she been that I feared the worst And went down to the old ash tree And now here I stand but here there is nothing Naught but a flowering weed But the breeze, I could swear, carries upon it The scent of my mother's perfume Yes, the wind, I declare, does carry upon it The scent of my mother's perfume
And now for your regular update of Things Katy Is Working On:
- My second novel
- Finishing up "Don't Go Near the Old Ash Tree" (a minute-long short I attempted to finish all in one night about a week ago and obviously didn't succeed)
- Eating a taco (75% complete)
- *drumroll* plans for next month's 31 Days of Halloween.
Maybe I'll stick a live video chat in there somewhere if you're good and eat all your vegetables. Sound good?
I've gone and turned 30 some time in the night. The 10-year-old in my head is greatly displeased. The 70-year-old in my head says, "Pipe down, whippersnapper!" But the artist in my head promises that this year will be filled with all the illustrated blood and written guts you can shake a stick at. Growing up is for somebody else to do, I say. ;) Coming soon: all of your recent fan art (it's wonderful!), some new illustrations, a calendar for 2011, and more prints.
Coming later: a cartoon called Boy, and a novel about some Skary Childrin.