"It arrived when all the cribs and closets and celler bins and attic spaces still needed October wings, autumn breathings, fiery eyes. When every chandelier was a lodge and every shoe a compartment, when every bed ached to be occupied by strange snows and every banister anticipated the down-slide of creatures more pollen then substance, when every window, warped with ages, distorted faces looking from shadows, when every chair seemed occupied by things unseen, when every carpet desired occational footfalls and the water pump on the back stoop inhaled, sucking vile liquors towards a surface abandoned because if the possible upchuck of nightmares, when all the parquety planks whined with the oilings of lost souls, and when all the weathercocks on the high roofs gyred in the winds and smiled with griffin teeth, while deathwatch beatles ticked behind the walls"(Ray Bradbury, "From the Dust Returned" 11-12)...

Whoa. Try reading this quote outloud and with one breath. I sure couldn't do it!
I like this quote though, because it is how I feel when I feel a story comming on. Everything seems to stop and wait...And if it's a good story, more's the better.

Yeah, I'll admit a strange one. I can't beat 90% of those here for sheer madness, but I am a reliable source of semi-sane eccentricity. Yes, I am eccentric.

I am M-Sama (don't ask me why, just a lot of my friends call me with the "sama" suffix...maybe it's just my aloof, lordly countience that inspires them so. Yeah right.)

Well, I've done it. I now have a screen name of my own. I created it because I was tired of mooching off my friend, Warrior Goddess of Insanity (one of the craziest girls I know, if you are a yaoi fan and like digimon, read her stuff. I'm not into that kind of thing, but hey, who am I to judge).

Every story I write contains a very important peice of me, no matter how small. So please, let me know what you think of my work. According to Steven King, writers are needy by definition, and I need to be assured my stuff is good or I lose heart, stop writing, and mooch around wondering what I am supposed to be doing with my life.

Later
M-Sama