Today I began outlining Shemmie's story. I'm calling it Blood, Drum, and Dance. That title might be changed.

I've not been writing much. I've been focusing on the other blog. It's a way to remain focused when there is no focus. But tonight, a new character crept into my head. Shemmie. I can see him sitting by the side of the sea and wondering what to do. To go in and go on and so find surcease, or to burn back and face the fury of drums and dance and blood? That is Shemmie's dilemma. If Shemmie goes forward, does the story end or does it enter a new realm? If Shemmie turns back how does he cope with this strange new universe he has entered? Tonight, I heard the song and the drums that Shemmie heard, an alien song and alien drums. It is not I who hear but Shemmie. His experience becomes my own for he makes me both witness and participant.

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For some days, Shemmie sat by the sea side and listened to the crash, the thunderous roll and pound, and wondered what awaited beneath the drag and pull of the cream-flecked froth. What would happen when he roused it? He sat on the damp sand, out-stretched bony feet licked and petted by inrushing rills from the outrushing tide, and could not forget that three smooth pebbles, untouched, warmed the sand beside him. Reverberating with the waves were the echoes of drums of the coppery-scented spurt and splash of hot fresh blood pumping of the whirl and spin of the dance and the blade and the drums the drums the drums that rolled and thundered and took his head leaving him mind-spun and called forth some unknown and ancient thing some power that manifested itself spastic before it rose and stretched and unfurled within and graceful swept him into the relentless summoning of the drum and the dance.

Bonnitento is a new blog in which I publish excerpts from short stories I've written or write bits and pieces of possible stories. I'm going to use it as a means of getting back to writing fiction. Some feedback would be great.