Today has been really interesting. I counted the stars on Google’s depiction of the US flag. I was hoping there would be forty nine or fifty one or something, so I could moan about it. Nope. Google got it right. Damn. It’s ages since I had a good moan.
And who lives in Virginia? I want to know.
Good morning, Miss India. I hope it rains on you today. My ex spent a few months in India a couple of years ago. She found the monsoon rain almost as terrifying as the giant spiders.
‘The rain in Calcutta falls mainly in the gutter,’ says the old rhyme.
No doubt the rain in Mumbai falls mainly from the sky. And maybe the rain in New Delhi falls mainly on the smelly.
I think I should stop making late night posts. I’m not doing myself any favours.
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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 .
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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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3 comments:
Oh you mustn't. Your posts, late night or otherwise are much lapped up. Youre British, right?
Hey Jeff, sorry I haven't been commenting lately!
Lol, this post made me laugh. Why do you want to complain? Isn't it good Google got it right? At least that's one thing they're doing right, lol.
Love the rhyming :)
I am British indeed, Miss India (sorry, I don't what else to call you.) I'm not particularly proud of the fact, but I was born slap bang in the middle of the country so there isn't much I can do about it. Thank you so much for reading my nonsense and taking the time to comment. I love seeing you here.
No worries, Lu (we got that expression from the Aussies, don't you know. It came with Fosters lager.) I know you've been busy lately. I just like complaining, especially the twinkly-eyed sort. It means I can complain that there's nothing to complain about. Such fun.
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