It’s been a little while since my last post so I just want to check in.

I have a lot of writing on the go, including a new short story that I will be publishing shortly.

Also, I just submitted a poem to the Gritlit writing contest so we’ll see how that goes.

Well, I survived my first mobile post. This is a good way to keep them short. My fingers are cramped.

Have a great day. Oh, and my first live gig went great. Lot’s of fun and there will be more dates announced in the coming weeks I am sure.

Cheers,

Lawrence Thomas on Harp

We (Devils Workshop), are playing at the Ricca’s Furniture Building on James St N tonight around 7:30pm (see directions here), as part of this months Art Crawl.

Find out more about The Crawl at http://www.jamesstreetnorth.ca/blog/?p=901.

It isn’t an official show as we will just be playing in the background to add a little music to the evening before the main act lights it up around 9pm, but come check out some amazing art, and especially, come learn how this great community is coming together to ‘Save the Dragon’.

It’ll be lot’s of fun and so many people (including my cousin/brother Mike Pattison), have put a lot of blood, sweat and tears into making this a great night.

Never been to one of these monthly James St N Art Crawls, then tonight is a great night to attend your first one.

Come out and support the Skydragon. Come out and support community.

Learn more about the Skydragon as well at http://www.skydragon.org/blog.

Cheers.

3 Words: skitter, supplement, demon
150 Word Limit

Sivais attempted to supplement an xxx ingredient for a slightly cheaper xxy one for the potion he was conjuring up. What harm could it possibly do? They more or less contained the same elements.

The concoction was to transform him into a fear-provoking demon, with a plan to take over the earth world.

The Council was handing out grants for fresh business startups to help booster the Denhag economy, and Siv (as he was known by his friends and close colleagues), knew his proposal was foolproof. Obviously Council didn’t know Siv.

Sivais could sell a whosit at a whatsit convention but the reality was, that he didn’t know his whatchamacallits from his thingamabobs.

As Siv stepped out his cottage door, he knew something had gone terribly wrong. His stride had turned to a skitter, and he felt gargantuan bucked teeth pressing down on his bottom lip.

“Great. A fear-provoking rabbit.”