30 March 2012

Lately I’ve been reading books that are written to help me market and sell my books. They are all helpful and yet they are all not. It’s nice to know what I’m supposed to do and how I’m supposed to do it, but those books seem to be like they are for businesses that are clear. I am my business, me a person. I’m not a cupcake store or a grocery store. How do I sell myself?

 

Musings.

Ariel Ceylan

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Gargoyle

I see you, sitting at your perch on top of the great flying buttresses of the churches. I know what they use you for. You are ugly and fearsome, so you keep demons away. But I think you’re beautiful. I know that you were cast out of heaven by the other angels; you were not quite perfect. You were flawed and heaven is no place for those like you.

When you reached the earth, you came upon the humans who recognized you. They were glad to have you and you were glad to be loved. Then the humans too realized your imperfections and betrayed you. Monsters, they called you. Wraiths, they called you. Demons, they called you.

I remember what you did next. You ran away to find a place where you could belong and where you could be accepted

30 March 2012

Lately I’ve been reading books that are written to help me market and sell my books. They are all helpful and yet they are all not. It’s nice to know what I’m supposed to do and how I’m supposed to do it, but those books seem to be like they are for businesses that are clear. I am my business, me a person. I’m not a cupcake store or a grocery store. How do I sell myself?

 

Musings.

Ariel Ceylan

Gargoyle

I see you, sitting at your perch on top of the great flying buttresses of the churches. I know what they use you fore. You are ugly and fearsome, so you keep demons away. But I think you’re beautiful. I know that you were cast out of heaven by the other angels; you were not quite perfect. You were flawed and heaven is no place for those like you.

When you reached the earth, you came upon the humans who recognized you. They were glad to have you and you were glad to be loved. Then the humans too realized your imperfections and betrayed you. Monsters, they called you. Wraiths, they called you. Demons, they called you.

I remember what you did next. You ran away to find a place where you could belong and where you could be accepted and loved. You found the church and you were recognized. They use you as ornaments to the great edifices of their faith. How long will you stay? Maybe when you realize that the church does not love you and you ralize that you’re being used by those who claim to know what it most high, that you’ll leave. My only request is that you take me with you, fo you see, I am a gargoyle too.

SPRING BREAK UPDATE!

Yes, yes, I know that it has been FOREVER since I posted last (and I don’t mean guest post). This week is the beginning of Spring Break and there is SOO much that I want to do.

1) I want to amend my new years resolution: I will be happy with only one piece being published.
2) I want to add 30 pages to my screenplay (I have 17 done. I need to add an underlying plot)
3) I want to sew a dress….yes, I sew…I have a ton of material just sitting staring at me, so I want to use it.

That’s it for right now.

I will update as everything goes along.
Thanks for reading!
Ariel Ceylan