Way of the World
Way of the World
Snuffy nose, wounding cough, thickly breath and silent thoughts.
Working another day away, watching bright skies fade to grey.
Aging fast, years they follow, never give in to past-withdrawals.
That day’s gone, so will today, and tomorrow will pass away.
What’s to say when time keeps slippin’ – not too much just keep on kickin’.
– Thomas M. Watt
Tempers flare here comes frustration Writers Conference Registration,
Hope I didn’t just waste this year hope I make connections here.
Hope to lay my cards to table hope to interest them in fables.
Tired of these sleepless nights tired of my write sight.
Need to get away from here move to next task a different gear.
Much too long in isolation far too long with no consolation.
Time to make a dime or two a penny or a thousand few.
Let’s get me somewhere find a name move on from here and too next stage.
Sorry fellows but I’ve been thinking, without a fan my work is sinking.
– Thomas M. Watt
(Reporters are all sleeping, Snobert and Bill are chuckling together, and Aaron enters wearing a loin cloth with a mullet and a jackhammer. McWatty9 enters from behind red curtain wearing nothing but swim trunks. He stands before the podium)
McWatty9 – Hello Wattie nation, greetings to you all. Let me start out with a sincere apology for my recent lack-of-post, and lack of quality posts.
I sincerely apologize.
There, now that that’s out of the way, let me inform you as to why I have been absent – Way of the World. It is the first book in my trilogy, and I have to have it prepared for a big-time writers conference this weekend. I’ve had business cards made, and I’m presently working around the clock to get my website looking spic-and-spam. I’ve been doing two paintings a day, all of which I PROMISE you are better than that garbage I posted earlier today. I need the oils to dry before I can scan them, however. So, after this weekend, I fully intend on tearing-shit-up on this blog once again, and may even be linking this blog with my website. Any questions?
Bill – Yeah, uhh, that painting you posted today?
McWatty9 – Yes, Michael enters Gnashing. What about it?
Bill – Yeah I just wanted you to know we all thought it was crap.
McWatty9 – (Head down) Thanks…
(Bill and Snobert high five)
Snobert – Hey McWatty9!
McWatty9 – Yeah?
Snobert – Suck-it!
McWatty – Great. Anyone else?
(Aaron, wearing a loincloth and a mullet, with a jackhammer clasped in his hands, stands up)
McWatty9 – Yeah, Aaron, what’dya got for me?
(Aaron starts jackhammering)
McWatty9 – Aaron!
Aaron – What?
McWatty9 – (Scratching head until Aaron finally turns jackhammer off) You mad or something?
Aaron – It’s ok I’m used to be cheated on.
McWatty9 – What, because I’ve been painting rather than blogging?
Aaron – Dude I’m joking I wouldn’t get mad about that, what am I a fourteen year old girl?
McWatty9 – Oh okay, gotcha.
Aaron – What, did I just go through an emotionally traumatic event?
McWatty9 – …not that I’m aware of.
Aaron – Did my dog just die?
McWatty9 – No, I get it.
Aaron – If Earth and Venus were touching and they were covered in a forest that’s how big and hairy my balls are now stop worrying about my feelings GFYS!
McWatty9 – Well-
Aaron – Because they’re so massive all I have feelings for is when I’m going to eat the next steak, do work, and crush pussy GFYS!
McWatty9 – (pressing hands out) Alright, okay. Settle down. I-
Aaron – Now excuse me while I go blowdry my large sweaty balls while I listen to heavy metal. It shouldn’t take but a few hours.
(Aaron leaves, loud blow dryer can be heard immediately after door to press room closes)
McWatty9 – Alright, well… that about wraps it up. Sorry if I’ve disappointed any of you, I hope to have some better news for you all next time.
(McWatty9 exits stage, reporters all boo, Snobert and Bill throw tomatoes and a yellow pepper at him)
Michael stepped outside of his train carriage at just the same time as Adam did his. They looked at each other briefly, but neither waved and neither smiled.
Michael descended off the platform and started down the wood-panel staircase, brown potato sack over shoulder. At ground level, just after the bottom step, was a cracking, thick, white-plaster archway. Painted along the curved arch, up above, were thel letters, ‘G-N-A-S-H-I-N-G’, lining together like a unified group which had been assembled by an unknown craftsman, just to strike fear into its visitors with its big-black-bold-lettering. Michael took a breath, then entered.
(Excerpt from Way of the World, CH. 4)
– Thomas M. Watt
Painting illustrations for my book, “Way of the World” today. It is not easy but I’m hoping they will draw some attention to my book when the website is ready to launch. Depicting scenes from certain chapters and painting the cover this morning, hoping to make it my gravatar when it is done. How about you? How is your day going?
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