Zellyn-Skyy

So for the two of you who actually read my babbles, I have shoved everything in storage. I am going to start actively pursuing publication, and plan to polish and retool old stories\ poems. In any case, I know this effects basically no one, but to the one or two people who do care, that is why I have no stories left in my gallery. I still plan on on occasion shove un-edited bits of bat shit into scraps from time to time. So thank you to everyone who ever took the time to subject themselves to my ridiculous ravings, you few are a large part of why I even bothered continuing to scribbled down thoughts and words.

So, a one of my rambles was just published today in a local Colorado Art Review. Even made a few dollars off it, so that is always neat. In any case, go check it out, it is most likely not the worst thing you have ever read. The more comments\shares ect. the more likely I will be invited back to write for them ;) http://www.coalreview.com/short-fiction/tuesday-is-for-shopping/ So, yes, please comment or at least give it a read, apparently the site editor said they have a bounce counter, just keep track of people who hit the link and leave in moments. Higher my bounce rate, the less likely I will be invited back, in theory. Blah, ramble and

Skimming through old poems, and loving and hating the words you have written. Seeing a dozen or so different insights and comments on a handful of words you conjured up several lifetimes ago, it sends a thousand different emotions from pride to shame along the length of my spine. I have been writing... but its destined to be a longer piece if ever a finished piece... one that likely would not really fit into a solid or legible spot of work on this site. But skimming through old comments, and realizing how dust laden they have become is so sad... as if over time, all writing is to be laid to rest and buried under layers of time and neglect. It