News and Notes, poorly maintained
It is the beginning of August, and nothing has felt right since I left home Saturday morning for my annual mountaineering vacation. I hoped to build off the positive energy from June, but it has been different for some reason. Sometimes I have this feeling that I’m in the wrong place; not where I’m supposed to be.
The feeling of apprehension continued this morning, which is a rest day after the 17-hour drive to southern Colorado. I'm putting it down to nerves, which I usually get the day before a climb. I plan on doing something I haven't done for years: keeping a travel log. The interested reader may keep up with me by clicking on the About Taylor tab and reading the obligatory author's blog. Should be great fun.
Inspiration comes in strange waves. After a lengthy trip to the West coast, I return with newfound energy. Something about the sunsets in San Francisco, waterfalls in Utah, and the redwoods of Northern Cali flipped a switch in me.
Excerpt from the sequel to Clockwork Angels
Oh, thou stupid bitch, Lucifer thought bitterly, rubbing his head. A pox on thy twat for all eternity.
He was already frustrated. Eve could be deliberately stupid in a way that was simply beyond Adam, who was comparatively easy to understand: pecker first, stomach second, and everything else a distant third. Woman was far more nuanced, and convincing her to eat the damn apple was going to be more difficult than Lucifer had thought.
Uriel, archangel and guardian of Eden - and Lucifer’s one true friend - laughed his ass off when shown the lump resultant of Lucifer’s recent braining. Appearing in spider form may not have been the best way to broach the apple subject to the first woman.
“Spiders the woman loveth not, Lucifer,” Uriel said, wiping his eyes. “Art thou retarded?”
“Go violate thyself, dear friend.”