Guess what. I've now had a visit from Serbia. Serbia? This just gets better and better. Hello Serbia! I love the way blogging makes connections around the world.
Paige! Hello! Your latest blog is as lovely as ever. The way you combine eloquence of expression with restrained, but obviously genuine, emotion is very impressive. And I don't mean that as a mere technical appraisal. I couldn't think what to comment. But then, I just did, didn't I? You know what I mean. Lovely to see you. Thanks for dropping in.
Well I pretty much admire everything you write, so good on you! I'm challenging myself to write more (at least once a week) - now that school's out, I can actually make good on my challenge. I hope. Ahem. Happy Summer! It was 96 degrees here today! Hurrah.
Thanks, Paige. Our schools have a way to go yet. 96?!! We regard that as a dangerous heatwave over here. We're hoping to reach the upper sixties when it warms up later this week. My flaggy thing suggests you're in Maryland. If so, how do you get weather that hot so far north?
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.
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.
All the permanent pictures and some of the posted ones on this blog are my copyright. Most of them, however, are placed with a picture library which holds the licensing rights. I don't, therefore, have the legal right to grant permission to use them.
An Inhabitant of the Hungry Ghost Realm
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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That is pretty fabulous! Well done.
Paige! Hello! Your latest blog is as lovely as ever. The way you combine eloquence of expression with restrained, but obviously genuine, emotion is very impressive. And I don't mean that as a mere technical appraisal. I couldn't think what to comment. But then, I just did, didn't I? You know what I mean. Lovely to see you. Thanks for dropping in.
Well I pretty much admire everything you write, so good on you! I'm challenging myself to write more (at least once a week) - now that school's out, I can actually make good on my challenge. I hope. Ahem. Happy Summer! It was 96 degrees here today! Hurrah.
Thanks, Paige. Our schools have a way to go yet. 96?!! We regard that as a dangerous heatwave over here. We're hoping to reach the upper sixties when it warms up later this week. My flaggy thing suggests you're in Maryland. If so, how do you get weather that hot so far north?
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