Just posted a poem I’ve worked on for the week: Argument With Old Man. I’ll expand upon it briefly here.
There are two characters in this poem. The first is the man and the second is his old self. If you have heard some Reformed Baptist sermons then you might be familiar with this old man term. Basically it refers to who we used to be before we were saved by Christ. So we have an argument here between the man (who is seeking a Godly life), and the old man (who is his old self, his old ideals, his past troubles, and who still rears his head at moments). This old man uses poor logic that tempts on feelings and the here and now, rather than sound truth for reason and the next life. He calls for a relaxing of duty, no sensible conflict resolution, and argues for entire release from work. In the final verse, man rejects this affront to truth and stands on his given principles rather than setting himself as an authority.
That’s the base of it! For the coming week I’m going to try something. I am going to promise a poem a day at 17:00. We’ll see if that accountability can hold me in check. It might call a return to my Scriptura Picturae series which proved useful. The week after I may reduce myself to two poems, but they will be more substantial – one may become a longer running feature as with Mye: The World Elsewhere.
For The Elephant & The Nun and my short stories I am still writing away and am almost onto drafting Chapter Four – Hal Leaves Penance, and am coming to interesting points in each of: There Was A Wall; Eines Deutschen Kanada; Mrs Tam’s Daughter Goes To School. So we have those to look forward to!
Coming close to 22:00 and here is the final post of the week. Hope you enjoyed my Haikus as much as I did writing them.
Good news! I have a competed draft of Chapter One for The Elephant & The Nun and I will be sharing the first ~250 words or so with you all next week, so please give copious amounts of critical feedback! And you’re always welcome to a copy of the whole drafted chapter to read.
Short stories are progressing, two in the works and they should both be drafted by the end of July, along with a third being worked on at the start of August.
Poems are good and have a few finished for posting, but Fables, Depths, and Heights has stalled somewhat I’m afraid. Chasing time to scrap into it. Probably print out a copy on to paper and scribble all over it as previously done. Also considering redoing poems from A Travelling Man, or simply grouping my favourites into one set. We’ll see where the whim blows me.
Here we are, the first week back in London, England and back into work! It’s been good, returning to routine, in many ways, and one of the things it does great good to is my writing habits. I have the layout to work around instead of all the time in the world. Need a bit of panic.
The Elephant and The Nun is not plodding anymore, it’s actually begun to run! I have a few hundred words to add and then I’ll be in possession of another first draft of a chapter – exciting stuff! Ideas are coming, foundations are being laid, half the chapters are outlined and have a completion date set by them, so there is a clear progression. If anyone would like to read anything I have so far they are more than welcome to, just drop a comment.
As for poetry, next week I have a series planned. A short and simple set of poems which are my take on the traditional Japanese Haiku (I couldn’t remember the syllabilic structure and so wrote what felt right with myself). I hope they’re enjoyable!
And in the coming weeks there should also be a short story appearing, I’ll keep you updated.
Have a blessed Sunday.
It’s the end of the day here in Canada, and I’ve been writing away, but not posting. Few poems of sorts, idea of a short story, mind doodles for The Elephant and The Nun, and a travel journal. I may start posting the journal on the blog two entries at a time to catch up. Well, we’ll see, but it has been a time worth sharing here. Amazing things seen and much learnt on my part from the ranch.
Hope you’re all well. I have kept up with posting quite well this week, but I feel my writing has been quite slow over all. This Monday my wife and I are flying off to Canada, and I’m not sure what it’ll be like for writing and posting time, so best not to expect much. I’ll see what I can do.
In the meantime, please enjoy my most recently posted short story: Lucy’s Room https://smallsmilingprincess.wordpress.com/2017/05/05/lucys-room-short-story/
Have a blessed Sunday all.
Hope this finds you well, been foolishly slow with the writing, but in good news I have been accepted on to a HE Teacher Training Course, so I’m very much looking forward to that!
There will be a short story coming mighty soon, and an extra one in May I think.
On 8th May my wife and I are flying out to Canada for 6 weeks! It’s going to be amazing. We’ll be going to a ranch in Central Canada to ride horses and learn a few things first, and then over to some relatives in Vancouver for an adventure around there. Planning to either have cover for poetry to be posted, or continue writing and posting from over there. Either way it can’t be much more inconsistent than what you suffer normally – apologies!
Feeling that this writing-based-on-photo (must be a better term for it than that; in fact, there may be but this will have to do for now: Scribo Picturae – I’ve put “writing a picture” through a Latin Google translate) lark had been going well I set myself the task of doing it one last time before the weekend, and then I went and got all sick – lovely. Not so distastrous as it could have been, but a few things have been missed or passed over; which is, naturally, frustrating. But ahva.
Fables, Depths, and Heights remains untouched I’m afraid – purely my own fault, not turning blame on to an illness for that one. The Elephant and The Nun is slowly forming in my mind and slowly on the paper also – satisfactory overall but no more than that. The next short story will either be Lucy’s Room, There Was A Wall, or Bacon and Eggs and Sausages (working title. Also why is bacon singular and plural when sausage has sausages to grow into?).
There may be a poem before midnight, if not you’ll see it Monday! Have a blessed Sunday all.