here.

my back
is crunchy
from laying
on this
floor all
year. you
could sit
down with
me, dear,
but i
understand if
you decline.
your back
can get
quite crunchy
if you
become stuck
for a
time.

Ink Wells

i love the
ink
wells
in
his
skin.
when
he
sleeps
it
gives
me
something
to
dip
my
best pen in.

Face Time: A Poem

the moon was as stripped
as their bodies
the night they whispered
about the tastes of time.

"I've died at least
four times,"
he bragged:
"Once, for an entire week.
But here I am,
alive and ready to
die again."

she pulled back
and at once was more
connected with the
bare moon than her bare boy.

she said:
"perhaps"
she said:
"i
lived
forever. i
don't
anymore."

Snowflakes and B&N Woes

Hey guys!

So I put an announcement on my facebook page about my book no longer being available on BarnesandNoble.com. I just thought maybe I'd clarify that for those of you who are interested in hearing the details about it.

As you know, I'm self published and I pay to have my book available for sale on websites like Amazon.com and BarnesandNoble.com. However, my publisher is changing the way that they offer services to authors, so I have to buy a whole new plan that includes a professional editor, someone who will format my books and control the layout design, and someone who will manage all my marketing. Basically, my publisher is offering me a whole new plan that will give me all the services that authors with agents get for free. However, MY publisher wants me to pay thousands of dollars more than I'm already paying to do all those services myself. Right now, it's just not an option for me to have those services.

Anyway, I will still be an author on Amazon.com, as that's a free service my publisher will still offer. If you would like to buy a copy of SSS online, you will have to go here:
http://www.amazon.com/Sara-Six-Strings-Moriah-Howell/dp/1453612556/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1326993206&sr=8-1

I am also in the process of making SSS an ebook that can be purchased online. I'll keep you posted! Thanks for your patience and understanding guys!

Could Really Use a Walking Taco,

Moriah Jane

Big Fish and Writing Stuff

Heeeeeeeey thurrrrr.

So the other day, my roommate introduced me to a Tim Burton film I didn't know existed. I know, shocker. Anyways, I watched it that night and it was AMAZING, as to be expected. The movie is called Big Fish and it's probably one of my favorite Tim Burton films.

The basis of the movie was story telling and the effect it has on other people. I'll let you google the film yourself, because this isn't a review of the movie. This quote at the end of the film is the one that really got me thinking: "A man tells his stories so many times that he becomes the stories. They live on after him. And in that way he becomes immortal."

I grew up in a family of story tellers. I can tell you about the time my daddy fell off a barn roof, about the time my daddy punched my mama in his sleep because he was dreaming about snakes: i can tell you about the time my mama's sisters locked her in a closet and wouldn't let her come out because she's claustrophobic, or about how my mama would call her mama crying because she didn't think she was smart enough for college and wanted to come home. I can tell you about Christmas' at my great grandmother's and every wild night that ever happened in the town where I grew up, whether I was there for it or not. All my friends are story tellers. I know a ton of stories that happened last year in my dorm, when I didn't even attend here last year.

Story telling is the way that people share things with each other. It's one of our oldest and best forms of communication. It's about entertainment, it's about connection. It will forever be ingrained in everything we do. Books and movies; they're all to weave us tales.

I don't know about you, but when I'm gone, I still want people to tell stories of the things I've done, whether they be about the dumb shit or the important things. And while I'm here, I don't want to be a writer or an author: I want to be known as a story teller.

To All the Big Fish Out There,

Moriah Jane

Updates and High School

Hello!

It has been a while, hasn't it? I know I keep promising to be better at this, but if you follow this blog at all, you'll realize that the road to hell is paved with good intentions and all that jazz. I'm going to try and post more youtube videos at least so then maybe I can have a few SSS fans before I die.

Anyways, my first semester of college is officially over and I survived swimmingly. Did well in all my writing classes and that's all that really matters. Next semester I'm going to be taking an English composition course, an intro to professional writing course, a German fairy tales course and a poetry writing course. I'm really excited even if it's going to be a full schedule.

The project that I'm currently working on is a collection of short stories and poems. It won't be much, but I'm really making it for my mama. I haven't yet decided if I want to make it for public sale or not. However, I completed NaNoWriMo this year and my prize is 6 published copies of it, sooooo maybe I'll just use them as youtube contest things that people can win. The possibilities are endless!

Not much else has been going on. I'm not working on anything major because nothing really gets to me the way that SSS did. I don't feel the urgent need to get any one story down. I have a few I'm kicking around of course -- still thinking about that zombie novel! -- and I have my first novel that still needs to be rewritten. I'm also thinking of writing a fiction book about loveless relationships called "Not-Love and the Like." But I need to build a story around that. So, we'll see.

I just got done talking to a writing class at my old high school. I don't like being back, not at all. It's a feeling of not-belonging, a feeling that I have really moved on and everyone else has too. Not even nostalgia or anything. It's weird, but it was nice to talk about writing with the students.

Here's two pictures of me from when I went to Grace Prep all those months ago to talk there:

Good times :)

Mos'deff,

Moriah Jane

Obviously.

I failed epic-ly at my 365 project.

Obviously.

However, I have been writing. I've been taking a creative writing class in college, and I love every single minute of it. I'm also taking a composition class and an american literary traditions class. It's pretty baller. I love school except for, ya know, math and science and junk.

I've been doing short stories, and dabbling in poetry. Now let's get this straight: I'm no poet and I don't pretend to be. I'm not very good at using the raw images that poetry requires to be effective. I love it, though, and I will write poetry all I want. Idon'curr.

SO I thought I'd throw some poetry stuff up here. Since no one reads this anyway, and I like to pretend I'm sharing things (^.^)

"As Cats and Dogs"

As soon as you told

me you were a dog 

person, i knew that we

weren't going to work. It

was nothing against you; I

just know what I know.

And I was right, wasn't

I? Because you are too

much like a dog owner

in which you like to

control and use others like

tools and bark orders and

I'm too much like a

cat where I'd rather be

left alone to prowl places

I'm unwanted and use up

a few of my lives

through thrilling stupidity.