Brief Humor & Check-Ins

Author: Quick Social Media Update (New Accounts) 📷🐦

Just a quick note to say I created an Instagram and Twitter account. I’ve been encouraged by some of the nicer, authentic writers I’ve come across online who are serious about their work and have developed their own platforms. I hope this will help get my next WIP (GOTD) partnered with a publishing agency who falls in horror-love with the manuscript.

To be honest and transparent, I have a reluctant, love-hate relationship with social media; a lot of it seems fake, shallow and insincere to me. However, I realize there are good writers out there to be found and discover their own works and journeys. As long as I can continue to be authentic and encouraging to others on these platforms (as on this blog), I think it may be a good thing to take a chance on.

If you’d like to give me a follow, that’d be great. I hope you are well in this pandemic and that you continue to write and grow during these difficult times. God bless you and keep you.

https://mobile.twitter.com/PeregrineArc

Quick humor

Horror Author: Poison Ivy & The Lingering Evil (Short Humor)

Did you know you can get a poison ivy rash in the Fall and Winter, even after all the leaves have fallen off the plant, and just the vines and roots are left? I did not. The saint and I knew we had a few patches left in our garden beds to get rid of–we waited until a few frosts had passed. I walked into our backyard recently to find a field of crunchy frost, thick and deliciously cold. Now was the time to finally kill the fiend–or so I thought. It still lived, quietly waiting to attack. War was here. But I was ready.

You can’t burn the evil that is poison ivy–the smoke releases the infamous urushiol oil from the plant (what gives you the rash) and you can inhale the oil into your lungs. If you pick the plant (see: forcefully yank up the said beast with a wild glint of triumph and malice), you’ll need to wash all your clothing–and your body–thoroughly–including the gloves and other protective gear you should be wearing. Otherwise the oil lingers and chuckles in glee, causing continued reactions for up to a year. I did discover one alternative to eradicating the evil plant. GOATS. Goats eat poison ivy apparently–along with a plethora of other items questionable to our human guts.

I may write a letter to Heaven then, asking Gabriel to send forth a holy flock from on high to my backyard one day soon. Kill the evil that is, dear little goaties, once and for all. Go forth and conquer!