OK, in the best tradition of Saturday morning cinema you get a trailer for the next story to be posted at the other blog.
I thought long and hard, and decided the next would be Mr Grimshaw.
What do you do when you find a ghost sitting in your favourite armchair at midnight? What do you do when he disappears, only to reappear weeks later somewhere else? What do you do when he finally speaks to you, and you discover he isn’t even a conventional ghost – and he expects a sacrifice from you?
Coming to the other theatre in less than a week.
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...until death do re-unite or the Priestess return to Avalon.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts, for they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, for their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you. For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
The moving finger writes and, having writ, moves on. Nor all your piety nor wit shall lure it back to cancel half a line, nor all your tears wash out a word of it.
There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man. True nobility lies in being superior to your former self .
This character appears in one of my short stories, and also in the novel. He's sadder than he looks, poor thing.
About Me
- JJ
- Ashbourne, Derbyshire, United Kingdom
- I've never had money because I've never been driven by money. I received little formal education beyond the age of sixteen, which isn't such a bad thing since you get a different angle on life that way. Learning what you want and need to learn often reveals things that the system's road keeps hidden.
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Anyone interested in viewing the availablity of my novel Odyssey or novella The Gift Horse can do so here.
To Be Retained...
...until death do re-unite or the Priestess return to Avalon.
Khalil Gibran on Children.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts, for they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, for their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you. For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
OMAR KAYYAM ON REGRET.
The moving finger writes and, having writ, moves on. Nor all your piety nor wit shall lure it back to cancel half a line, nor all your tears wash out a word of it.
Herman Hess on Nobility
There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man. True nobility lies in being superior to your former self .
Free Fiction
I have another blog called A Handful of Stories on which I've posted some of my short fiction. Most of it has been published by a variety of independent small press publishers, so somebody other than me must have thought it worth reading.
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This character appears in one of my short stories, and also in the novel. He's sadder than he looks, poor thing.
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7 comments:
Looking forward to meeting Mr. Grimshaw, sounds chilling and thrilling ; )
Hello Wendy! And I look forward to your adjudication on Mrs Grimshaw.
Sounds very good! I am now following your blogs after looking through older posts on mine and finding an interesting question that you posed to me about Wuthering Heights. Sorry it took me so long to answer you... i just now noticed your comment!
Greetings Andrea. Very nice to meet you. I had an interesting winter with the Brontes. They virtually took over my life for a couple of months, Emily in particular. And it might interest you to know that my first novel is about a Celtic goddess and her rabbit companion taking a human male on a journey of discovery. Shades of your profile there, perhaps. We must talk some time. You can tell me about life in Tennessee (did I spell that right? It looks right.)
Yep, you spelled it right. That novel sounds like a story i once read. On your other blog :O)
I'll take some pics soon of the area where i live and post them for you.
Does it? Damn! It wasn't meant to sound like anybody else's story. I'm currently trawling the agents, 'cos that's the only way you can reach the mainstream publishers these days. Only certain short stories can go on the other blog - it was all explained in an earlier post. Look forward to the pics.
Just read this again. Being a bit dim, aren't I?
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