A glorious writing day
I've spent a really quite fulfilling day today simply writing. I'd half-forgotten how fulfilling it can be, as and when it wants to be. Really I've done little else. Here's today's meditation:
Meditation 202
The coolness
of the garden:
something remembered
from a time
before your time.
Tears, secrecy
and a vanished love
unfold
to a dazzle of angels
and his voice.
Getting to the end of the Gospel of St John now. As you may be able to tell. I'm wondering how I'm going to find the Book of Acts, as that's a rollercoaster ride for sure.
Anyway, I'm pleased to be able to tell you that I have finally (at last!) finished the short story I've been working on for what seems like ages, but is probably only days. It's an erotic short story about a male prostitute who doesn't quite have sex with a rather mysterious client, and who may or may not be in love with his pimp. Well, I'm a simple soul at heart. As you know. And it's tough here in the shires ... I'm also happy that I've finally found the right title for it. The working title up to this point has been Heavy Air, which I hated. But this morning, I looked at it and thought: Aha! A Stranger's Touch. That's the one. So there it is. Done. I've also sent it off to a possible publisher and we'll wait and see. Never say I'm not focused.
I have also read Julian Fellowes' Past Imperfect for the University reading group and I must say it's an utterly stunning novel. I have been gripped, my dears, gripped. It's not quite perfect, but it's pretty damn close. I won't say much more as I'm hoping to write a review for it for Vulpes Libris when we're all back from our summer break - but what I would say is this: if you see it buy it. It's one classy broad. As they say. And I can never resist an unnamed narrator. Bring them on!
Tonight, I'm chilling - as hell I deserve it. And there's New Tricks on TV too. Ooh, lovely.
Today's nice things:
1. Writing
2. Poetry
3. Finishing my short story
4. Books
5. TV.
Anne Brooke - pretty damn twisted but rarely dull ...
A Dangerous Man: another prostitute to die for
Meditation 202
The coolness
of the garden:
something remembered
from a time
before your time.
Tears, secrecy
and a vanished love
unfold
to a dazzle of angels
and his voice.
Getting to the end of the Gospel of St John now. As you may be able to tell. I'm wondering how I'm going to find the Book of Acts, as that's a rollercoaster ride for sure.
Anyway, I'm pleased to be able to tell you that I have finally (at last!) finished the short story I've been working on for what seems like ages, but is probably only days. It's an erotic short story about a male prostitute who doesn't quite have sex with a rather mysterious client, and who may or may not be in love with his pimp. Well, I'm a simple soul at heart. As you know. And it's tough here in the shires ... I'm also happy that I've finally found the right title for it. The working title up to this point has been Heavy Air, which I hated. But this morning, I looked at it and thought: Aha! A Stranger's Touch. That's the one. So there it is. Done. I've also sent it off to a possible publisher and we'll wait and see. Never say I'm not focused.
I have also read Julian Fellowes' Past Imperfect for the University reading group and I must say it's an utterly stunning novel. I have been gripped, my dears, gripped. It's not quite perfect, but it's pretty damn close. I won't say much more as I'm hoping to write a review for it for Vulpes Libris when we're all back from our summer break - but what I would say is this: if you see it buy it. It's one classy broad. As they say. And I can never resist an unnamed narrator. Bring them on!
Tonight, I'm chilling - as hell I deserve it. And there's New Tricks on TV too. Ooh, lovely.
Today's nice things:
1. Writing
2. Poetry
3. Finishing my short story
4. Books
5. TV.
Anne Brooke - pretty damn twisted but rarely dull ...
A Dangerous Man: another prostitute to die for