However, when human beings grasp the idea of a universal reason superior to the perceptible chain of events, the contingent side of their lives becomes apparent. Wisdom then consists in realizing that behind the profusion of vain, ephemeral incidents lurks a higher, sometimes incomprehensible order. —Thomas G Pavel, The Lives of the Novel; a History, Princeton University Press, Princeton and Oxford, 2003
… because I don’t express myself often enough. My experience is that others would rather hear about themselves and not me. I don’t blame them. I have the same disease.
Each year I run through a hailstorm of emotions as I prepare to write the novel. Mostly, I ignore any preparation. One year I tried writing an outline. It was useless after the first few words. So, I just go. I’m a “by the seat of my pants” (pantser) writer. At least for novels.
There is always that quiet voice about a week before I begin saying, “I’m not writing a novel this year.” That doesn’t last. When November 1st arrives, I will be writing with everyone else. Last year it was 640,000 other writers. Probably more this year.
Looking forward to taking this imagination vacation when I’ll get all those words, ideas, characters, plot, sub-plot, destinations, and stuff out of my head.
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End of Summer Holidays
The traditional end of summer is coming up—nominally August 2nd. Also known as Lughnasa or First Harvest, celebrated this year on July 31st. It is the beginning of bounty and plenty which lasts until the end of fall.
For the rest of us semi-pagans, it’s the second full moon of the month or Blue Moon. There are plenty of those celebrations happening, too. (Here’s one.) Ramadan just finished up with Eid (the big feast after the fast) on the new moon that will be bringing us this full moon.
Wash and Blur
After recycling my 2007 iMac this spring and converting to an iPad, I switched from virtual landscapes to ethereal abstracts. Washes and blurs are my romances. I’ve posted some to my Facebook page and some here. Some of them may end up in my FineArt America gallery. There you will find a few new pieces, including artsy words of that lovely poem “Hope” by Emily Dickinson.
I completed the 100 Happy Days challenge on April 15th. Each day I posted a photo of the first thing to bring on that happy feeling. My rule was no repeats. I could have used Instagram or Facebook. Instead of blowing up a feed, I created a specific tumblr. Find out more about the 100 Happy Days challenge. They make you a free book as a bonus.
I’m contemplating purchasing a membership in AutoCrit. The agony comes from knowing once I buy it, I’ll have to use it. I have a novel all picked out—one I’ve already published. All part of my 20-year plan to finally finish up my great unpublished novel Cosmic Control: Bronwen’s First Age. AutoCrit offers automated language editing showing you overused words, poor adjectives, and weak constructions, to name a few. Almost like a self-tutored editing class.