Well, I admire you of course…I have read three books of yours in the span of two weeks and I do not mind telling that I admire a lot of people around me….but yes amongst us definitely you….😀
I write poetry since I was five scribbling scripts even I didn’t understand, rhyming words for friends and I remember penning down my first poem when I was in my third standard and that was to mark the moment when my sister was born. Since then, I write rhyming poetry, villanelle, pantoums, quatrains and what not.
The book, “How much can we live, love & die?” is a collection of free verses, divided into six segments, we begin with love and end it in love. In between we touch life, death and grief. We try to show love in forms other than Phyllic form.
I am trying to highlight the relationship which love shares with death and life. We love only to live, die and love again. We are repeating this for generations and even now we are doing it just because we have fallen into a trend. But how long will we do it?
Yes, I have always been a writer, sharing my days scribbled in pages after school. I always knew I could write but gathering courage to do so, came very late in life.
I am from India and I belong to a very small town filled with trees and forests. I have spent many of the vacations in mountainous terrains and I have never been bored of them. Leh is home so is Arunachal Pradesh, Tripura, Manipur and a few more.
I would go about putting one line about the other depending on my thoughts or a short paragraph maybe.
A collection of short stories or another book of poems whichever I complete first.
A very different book, from a very different poet. Thunder Ling poses the question in her title. How much can we live, love and die? Often because we have loved. ‘The heart is all it needs to look through tinted glass doors and a closed book,’ is just one richly evocative image that gives the sense of the things we risk in what is a cycle of life. Interlaced with the poems are nicely captured and written prose vignettes. Ling’s writing is easy to read but never misses a trick or descends into the maudling. Every piece has something to say that a reader can identify with on many levels. Also the book is short and a snip at the price. I really enjoyed and highly recommend.
Lady Fury. Me? Why would I do that? What kind of a re-release day jaunt in this?
Lady Fury – I didn’t know she did. She doesn’t either. As to why she writes them? Well, publishers are always looking for romances.
Lady Fury – Excuse me. Who was asked along here to do this post? On love? And answer questions about myself?
“How do you define love, Brittany?”
An impossible question. No wonder she shrugged and a strange, I’m-trying- my-damndest-to-think, sound came from the back of her throat? Mort shrugged. “There’s a hundred different kinds of it. Instant love now, is that lust?”
“There’s couples still together years after that arrow strikes. Then there’s what starts out as an obstacle course, so you might not see what’s under your nose, might think this is not the person for you. But that person, by ways too complicated, too tortuous, too twisted to explain, becomes that very one you will never find another of, who you will perish without. The very things about them you think you hate will, by degrees and inches, turn your head, make you look, will worm their canker’s way into your heart, weave into the fabric of your soul. You have no choice but to admit this is the person for you. And you will never walk away because that road is dust, ashes and every lousy thing under the sun that will break you into a thousand pieces if you do. Twisted paths. Brittany. That you’re still here means you’re somewhere on the journey.”
Going to the chapel….” A story of how love can triumph against the odds. .. by Shehanne Moore.
When my girls here…
were wee I made friends —
(That’s a wedding photo booth joke pic by the way ) with a great couple who had two boys..ok and who ARE pictured above! We would joke we should just arrange their marriages to each other, save a lot of bother, our kids getting their hearts busted for starters. We liked each other as families and the boys were great boys, handsome, good nice guys to this day. Down the years we often reminded ourselves of that joke when we saw our children get hurt, make mistakes, choose partners we could see were wrong for them, have their hearts broken to bits.
I also had another friend, a lady I taught. She spoke a lot about a woman she knew and her son, Daniel.
Daniel was quite a looker apparently. Suddenly, at the grand old age of 17 he was working part time beside my daughter 18, in the local co-op. (Quite a place for romance, all of you ‘looking for just that out there.’ My other daughter also met her partner there too).
Daniel was quite a looker, young vibrant–as I noticed one night she asked me if I could run him home to Tayport. Despite the fact it was miles away and me and Coreen were just going up the road. I thought…no problemo…. Are you kidding?
I watched them talking in the car mirror that night. And I just knew my daughter’s name was going to be Coreen Pow one day and it had nothing to do with how Daniel looked and everything to do with the way they looked and how they acted together. They just seemed right. NUTZ I thought. In fact, certify me now.
That Christmas holiday Daniel was leaving for Stirling Uni and I guess Cor made her move on the night out. He did too. He also said he would phone her to arrange to go out. It was an early instance of let down. Daniel was a player she said and full of himself.
That did not tally with the person who my other friend had talked about over and over.
Years passed.. A lot of years. Down them I watched my girl make every mistake going in some ways, watched her trying to make things work with men I knew it would never work with, watched her getting hurt by men I’m going to be exceedingly polite about, listened to her crying down the phone having been walked out on by some boy who wasn’t worth the time of day she thought she was making a life with and who ‘thought’ he’d come back the day we’d to help her move out of the house he’d just had to have, watched her having her life put on hold. I also watched her and Daniel never quite letting go of the other in terms of keeping in touch. Every time there was a break up, I’d say I still see you with him and I am never wrong. She’d go titz.
Whenever she was free, he was with someone. Whenever he was free, she was with someone. Eventually after something like 12 years, they were both on online dating. She told me she had clocked him there. I told her what I still saw. You could hear the going titz and the ‘would I drop it’ halfway to the North Pole. BUT they were advising each other online……
About dates…. One night, having had yet another lousy date they were advising each other when Daniel said ‘ I don’t suppose if I asked you out you’d come?’
Coreen said, ‘Are you finally asking me?’
This was just so they could advise each other some more as friends. Within months they were engaged. They’re my beacon of hope about love because they work brilliantly together. All that time apart has brought them close together.
And I had a great day on Saturday. From the business of the wedding being moved outside at 8 am and then 93 chairs being moved back inside …many of them already occupied…at 12 30 when it started to rain. Moved by groom and guests and hotel staff too cos there was like 30 mins to go. Of the sun coming out again so we could all enjoy the drink’s reception in the beautiful grounds with a saxophonist playing the best of songs…….
To mah wee grandbaby walking hand in hand with the flowers girls through half the hotel corridors with the rings, then saying NUT to taking rings and girls down the aisle. (He did eventually) To my younger girl’s dress bursting down the back just BEFORE the meal so I had to assure her I would do my Indiana Jones bit and think of something. She sneered at kirby grips….
It was one of the best days I always knew in my heart of hearts would happen.
Ps –my friend’s two sons have found the happiness they deserve too.
All right. You knew it was coming.. ... After the last post, you know you did.
Yes. Emancipated hamsters.
I nearly devoted this post to NOT letting them take over your romance novel. But I have done that twice already with regard to secondary
Do you know I even menshied…NO. Not Harrison the Hamster…
Can we get this right please? So if you wanna know about that…go here
This post is about the development of hamster and hamster,
his claw in her hair. Or maybe it is her claw in his, her being a bit of a beefer hamster? And him being kind of bouffoned?
The thing is, the point I am trying to make here–of course there is one–hamsters may look cute but even if Google doesn’t say so, my understanding is they will fight to the death over that last straw end, half a piece of peed on popcorn and who is having first turn of the wheel.
The point is…imagine these hamsters were human, just for a second.
I know I occasionally like to with my heroes and heroines…….
What are the hamsters doing? Well they are guarding themselves and their pissy little bit of turf.
Now, start imagining your hero and heroine that way.
Enough said about what we need re character development arcs etc, etc, etc, and why?
With it, when writing it, should we let our hero and heroine go there willingly?
Or should we throw a few emancipated hamsters in their way?