What I'm working on presently... sort of. an Update, if you will.

Well, I am still working over chapter 12 of Billenius, doing the first drafts of "Crossing of the Shadow"
 and "Winds of the Flame Queen"  have a steampunk idea that is fitfully taking shape in notes and snippets, dealing with three separate tales from Troy Tanner of CRAPP, rethinking the ebook of poetry idea as I cannot resist sharing ones I should have held back for it, and considering a complete reboot of "Blade of the Eagle Clan" just to fix the issues that bug me the most.

For those not familiar with CRAPP, that is the Cleanup, Remediation And Paranormal Protection office from the EPA. The folks there tend to do the dirty work left after the zombies and vampires are dead, the werewolves tossed into the pound or other such events. I might share a toss off tale soon, unless one gets snatched when I toss them out later this summer to see if I can get some cash from one. Right  now the three tales working are "What I Lost Last Week (Three Partners)", "Case of the Obese, Food-Poisoned Vampire", and editing "The Great SoCal Vampire Dust-bowl Cleanup". I am thinking over his origin tale called, tentatively, "Wading into the CRAPP".

I am also seriously looking at another rewrite of a tale for a character called Neville Carteblanche, a sci-fi setting detective in an era when detectives, even law enforcement ones, are rare or missing.

Last, I am getting the urge to dust off a character called Jonathan Pershing Rackham for a tour of the star systems we live near, or as he sees them at least, while scavenging and pirating around in space.

While over the horizon looms a hellish project, a rewrite and edit of something called "Chain of Sorrows" about a contemporary and friend of Billenius.

Yeah, too many projects, not enough coffee or brain power to do it all, and limited resources interfering with it all. But I keep trying. Hell, you don't know you bit off too much until you choke after chomping down.

Zombie of the Sexbots' Revenge - A poem of having your email hacked

Zombie now I am.
tool of those I mocked.
Held forever more in durance vile,
until I find a way
to break these chains.

Their cries I ignored
until their filthy claws struck
taking over body and soul fast
in the night's darkest hour
when the demons roam.

My fingers never move
yet the messages are sent
seeming to originate from my hand
yet composed of black magic
moving around like snakes.

Beware opening that mail
for my condition is contagious
and your soul will be imperiled
if eyes fall upon text,
enchanting your as well.

Run away from me
seek the safety behind fire
for the disease seeks to spread
and take us all down
to burn in Hell.

I wander the wilderness
seeking a cache of salt
to lay under my tongue swiftly
and break this dark spell
freeing my virtual soul.

But I quest vainly
suffering agonies so damningly dark
as my browser roams tabloid pages
locked in on celebrity "news"
which poisons me more.

At last I stumble
upon a method of freedom
staggering into an angel's arms
as lasers burn out infection
I am free now....
..... but a bit brain-dead.

(23Apr2012 - Dyfedd Rex)