Whan that Aprill with its shoures sote The droghte of Marche hath perced to the rote, And bathed every veyne is swich licour, Of which vertu engendred is the flour; Whan Zephirus eek with his swete breeth Inspired hath in every holt and heeth The tendre croppes, and the yonge …
“Literature is a toil and a snare, a curse that bites deep.” Or so said D.H. Lawrence. Which gives me some comfort, because I seem to be doing all I can to avoid my writing, this morning. I’ve spent the last couple of hours brewing a Shitake Beef Stew that will be consumed tonight. I’ve …
I’ve taken some time off work to give some overdue focus to the novel. For the past week, I’ve been buried in writing, re-evaluating what I’ve done, doing new research and striking off in new and exciting directions. It’s been a productive five days, I would say, and I feel a renewed sense of passion …
I was at a meditation workshop this past weekend, and found it a gold mine of inspiration for my writing. We did many hours of meditating, and as the noise/clutter of my mind died down into the great quiet, there were these large nuggets of ideas, sitting there. For the first time, I saw the …
I had originally envisioned my novel taking place within the narrow confines of the monastery. The great advantage of staying inside is that life there is relatively simple. Yes, there are conflicts and sometimes even high drama, but compared to life outside the monastery, things inside are easy. Everything was going according to plan, but …
In the year that I’ve been struggling with my novel I’ve learned to recognize the time-wasters that capture my interest so readily. I can smell them coming down the hall. So when the idea for this blog “popped into my head,” I detected the subtle metallic odour of the time-waster almost immediately.
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