So I got the gig, and just spent the bulk of the past two days finishing my first assignment. The assignment is the less glamourous portion of the gig, that I will have to suffer through for the first month or so while they get comfortable with my style and they determine where my narratives will fit into their publications. Thank you all again for your support I really adore each and every one of you (some more than others, and you know who you are).

Now it's on to find my new bespoke suits equipped with a slew of good advice, fashion tips and I believe Velvet Petal, you agreed to join me, is that right Velvet Petal?

Oh and tomorrow night may prove an interesting one if all falls into place.

For a new muse- just under 6'

There are muses dancing on the lawn
and in the heads of poets
a dreamer sat upon that lawn
but he refused to know it

A painter stopped to catch a glimpse
of all that was in play
her eyes grew bright and caught his sight
the dreamer's held at bay

The poet raised a hand to speak
the painter raised a brush
the dreamer raised an eyebrow
the muses raised a hush

And so they sat upon the lawn
the dreamer, painter, poet
the muses danced around their heads
at peace, were they, to know it

So I got the gig, and just spent the bulk of the past two days finishing my first assignment. The assignment is the less glamourous portion of the gig, that I will have to suffer through for the first month or so while they get comfortable with my style and they determine where my narratives will fit into their publications. Thank you all again for your support I really adore each and every one of you (some more than others, and you know who you are).

Now it's on to find my new bespoke suits equipped with a slew of good advice, fashion tips and I believe Velvet Petal, you agreed to join me, is that right Velvet Petal?

Oh and tomorrow night may prove an interesting one if all falls into place.

For a new muse- just under 6'

There are muses dancing on the lawn
and in the heads of poets
a dreamer sat upon that lawn
but he refused to know it

A painter stopped to catch a glimpse
of all that was in play
her eyes grew bright and caught his sight
the dreamer's held at bay

The poet raised a hand to speak
the painter raised a brush
the dreamer raised an eyebrow
the muses raised a hush

And so they sat upon the lawn
the dreamer, painter, poet
the muses danced around their heads
at peace, were they, to know it