The reason I haven’t posted anything today is because this blog suddenly seems terminally tedious. The twin sparks of inspiration and connection are missing. The world feels empty. I hope it will be temporary.
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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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10 comments:
Once again you have time jumped. I'm rather envious ;)
Yes, hope it is temporary...I am still wanting to know about not walking in the shadow of a redhead....
I seem to be stuck too although feel restless. I just read a wonderful log post about how we're in the liminal time for the gestation of the new. And hang in there, Merc. Retro is finally gone direct today so communication and inspiration is slowly moving forward again.
Maria: Not sure what you mean, unless you're referring to Stephen Kings The Langoliers.
Jeanne: There's an old superstition in Britain that it's unlucky to walk in the shadow of a redheaded person. The only suggested explanantion I've heard is that it stems from the period of Viking insurgency, although that sounds unlikely to me. The Vikings who invaded England were generally Danish, and the Danes were pretty much the same ethnic stock as the Anglo-Saxons. So, who knows?
Wendy: We'll see. I still feel that I have nothing to say, and so blogging would be pointless at the moment. Besides, I hate relying on it so much. I feel the need to tear myself away.
You always seem to have something interesting to say Jeff, I don't know how you do it, so I can really imagine that once in a while you need a break. We all need to recharge our batteries. My energy levels are so low these days, especially with this terminally cold weather, it's amazing I can muster a comment here at all :) Take it easy and have a relaxed easing into the New Year.. All the best.
Going with the flow? Yay great; lets see where the river takes you:)
Such has been my situation for the past couple of days as well.
Awaiting your return!
Thank you Della. You're a brick. I intend to 'ease into the New Year' with the remains of my Ardbeg malt!
I think you've got it Carms. Very perceptive.
Kaetlyn, what can I say? The coffee's getting cold?
Since you're in England, you're several hours ahead. It was the 29th here when I read your post.
Well, I was depressed all day on the 29th. And the 30th...
I get like that at this time of year.
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