This is the seventeenth chapter of The Spider, The Witch, And The Spaceship, my novel available in paperback and currently 99 cents on Kindle (until February 28). This is the story of a man named Nate who finds himself living in a psychiatric health care facility. He does not remember how he got there, but as he starts to remember things from his past life, he realizes that the universe has changed dramatically since he was young. A story of childhood nostalgia, sometimes comically illuminating the differing perceptions adults and children have of the world, The Spider, The Witch, And The Spaceship is also a journey through the memories of a man for clues as to the real reason he is where he is. Filled with tension between opposing claims of the ultimate reality, this is a novel that will keep the reader guessing until the end. Click on the "read more" to read it.
I’m not dead; I’m just having computer issues. I was trying to post about my trip to Crews Lake, but my photos wouldn’t stay where I put them. Then I found I could no longer create new posts, access my old drafts, or access and approve any comments you might have left. I finally managed to post this, so things are improving. Next I’ll try something with pictures.
In the meantime, I haven’t been drawing as often. I did create a diagram of a being with twenty-one legs, but it isn’t ready yet. I’ve been distracted with writing my memoirs, writing personal letters to someone I know, organizing my list of ideas for future episodes in the Nathaniel Series, and perusing the art of others for hours at a time. One day, when I have the money and the wall space, I want to buy from most of them.
After averaging three poems a year since 2003, I inexplicably wrote two this month alone. Unlike with my fiction, I never apply myself to creating poetry and I don't really know where it comes from. This poem, I started to think of after once again singing along to the radio while driving down the highway. Seriously, Immigrant Song by Led Zeppelin is the greatest driving song ever.
I imagine all of my poems set to different tunes, but I have little musical creativity and so only a couple of them (King Of The World, Radiant) have original tunes. For the rest, I steal from popular songs. This poem I imagine set to the tune of Wonderful World by Sam Cooke. It even follows the same pattern in the placement of the word "but" to show contrast. Since I have no plans to develop any of my poems, any musician is welcome to take my lyrics to create a song. Just put it on YouTube or something and let me know so I can link and listen to it.
I ain't got any friends I ain't got money to spend Don't have a bank account Don't have life figured out But I've got a car that goes And a song on the radio And I'm happy for no reason at all
I ain't got any bed Got no place tonight to lay my head Got nothing on which to gnaw Except a box of raw pasta But hey I've fancy clouds above And a radio station I love And I'm happy for no reason at all
Some say I drive too fast! Some say I play my music too loud! But I say that all those people! Are just tryin' to get me down!
Now I've got a rash on my face And my shoes are as porous as lace And my mother just called again To remind me of my every sin But I've got a highway to drive And it feels good to be alive And I'm happy for no reason at all
But now the cops are on my tail And I think I'm headed off to jail And I'm happy for no reason at all
Hello, my name is Dan. I am an author, artist, explorer, and contemplator of subjects large and small. I like bacon. I like pizza. I like bacon pizza. I enjoy long walks on the beach, but prefer the mountains. I am a huge fan of Jesus. When I grow up, I want to be just like him and create my own universes.