Head to the New site piraterobotpress.com! See you there!

So all is well, but work and school make for rough going sometime. Just finished a new story "Within the Night". Its a depressing look at a man out of control. I like it very much. Its to appear soon, and when it does, a link will be supplied. The isbn for the first book on the piraterobot label has been purchased. "They're Bound to Leave Some Keepsakes" should be published mid to late march. It a collection of short stories by Dan Vaughn. When more happens, you'll be the first to know.

My favorite place to hear music: Stubb's BBQ

My favorite thing about Stubb's isn't so much the venue aspect of it, but the food you can have while watching good bands play. The best sausage in the state of Texas.

Well, the printer is on board and the ship has officially begun to move. Books, books, books by midmarch.

The morning calm, sun dripping over the edge of the roof next door, pearly sunlight between the edges of shingles, butted together like repelling magnets, forced apart by the heat of a thousand mornings like this one. The dog wandered back and forth across the sidewalk, nose to the earth, tail to the sky, searching for the path of her most recent relative, who also searched for a precursor’s path, till the timeline stretched back to wolves and coyotes howling outside the light of campfires and smoldering kills. Her ears popped up and she settled on the spot and released her morning’s urgency into the grass, while I stood and watched the road, the neighborhood, the morning, sunlight.

A car passed and then another, until it became a procession of makes and models, every color of Detroit’s rainbow flowing, bumper to bumper traffic in the neighborhood. One horn went off and set off a symphony of blaring, tinny horns, accompanied with a shaking fist and a screamed obscenity. The procession slowed its pace, as they cars bottlenecked at the stop sign, which only increased the volume until my ears could no longer process the sound, a humming feedback. I looked down at the dog, her squatting down, looking up at me, a tiny speck of sleep cradled in the corner of her eye, ears up. She stood, shook herself and led the way back towards the door.

The sound ceased.

Work would be later in the day, so I sprawled across the couch, cradling the dog, sleepy and dozing on and off, a constant eclipsing of consciousness like a view through a spinning fan blade. I slept.

There may be a pirate in your Ipod soon.

Hello

I seriously doubt anyone reads this blog anymore, though in its prime, it had almost no readers. This is just a note to say that the process of writing, publishing, pirateroboting has begun again. See you all soon.

Dan