...this beer is making me burp like a banshee. OK, banshees don't burp. I don't care. It's alliterative.
'The Burping Banshee.' There's got to be a story in that somewhere.
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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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When everything that is illusion is removed, all that remains is consciousness.
4 comments:
Perhaps if you were writing a story for 8 year olds. Children's writing... ever given it a second thought?
I have attacked you on numerous occasions but I have discovered something today.
The vast majority of people in the world are, to be frank, idiots. I criticise - yes, note the word "criticise" and not "bash" - a blog and I am utterly dismayed to see no one listening to what I have actually said. I have been branded as utterly heinous and nasty (partially deserved) and mentally unstable. Amusing in the short term, but irritating in the long term. They band together as a community and throw ridiculous insults that seem to me fashioned by children, and pride themselves on attacking together: to reiterate, with insults that make me want to cry for sheer lack of intelligence. They challenge me with their blatant logical fallacies (eg. "Anon has a point... but what the hell is anon's point, why is anon being such a dick?") and I want to cry, because the internet is a mere representation of the world I live in, where criticism cannot be tolerated and idiocy is celebrated.
I suppose my point is thanks and congratulations. No doubt I have come across as rash and unintelligible at times, but you challenge whatever I'm throwing at you. You take the time to read and respond appropriately. You take the time not to insult me, but to accept my opinions and disagree politely.
For that alone, I thank you. I feel partially ashamed that I have been so nasty (especially when it was intention) but, well... at least you had the decency not to descend into trifling observations such as challenging my mental stability.
- Anon (One of these days I'll bother to sign in)
Your welcome, Anon, and thank you for writing this. It surely won't surprise you that I've encountered far greater nastiness in my life.
By the way, if I did write The Burping Banshee, it would probably be a sequel to McCafferty Wants a Horse and I might head for a 'mistaken identity' denouement. You must understand that at times I'm drawn to silliness. It's an English tradition, and not the same as stupidity.
This made me laugh soooo much...
I'll have to write a piece with this title someday. Though I think you could do it better justice.
'Father! There's a weird woman sitt'n on McGillikuddy's wall.'
'Ya don't say, Declan.'
'I do so.'
etc...
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