Over the past two weeks I’ve been battling the flu. Now, personally I’m not a believer in the often derived “Man-Flu.” It’s derogatory, and insulting. That said, this flu is by far the worst one I’ve ever had. I’ve barely been awake for the past week and a half and when I have I’ve had the energy of a newborn kitten. It’s been annoying. Advertisements
Over the years I’ve attempted write countless novels. My problem has always been though that I get “bored.” Well not so much bored, as I lose track where the plot is going or can’t for the life of me figure out how to get my characters from point A to point B, so instead I claim “alack and alas tis all crap.”
Everything in my life has been going so well lately. I’ve been healthier than I have felt in a long time. Work is good. My writing is taking me to places I’d never before dreamt were a possibility. My confidence in myself has been sky high.
When I was little, one of my favourite stories was The Shoemaker’s Elves. The image of all those helpful little elves popping over to make a shoe or two as the Shoemaker slept. Industrious little critters really.
Back in mid 2013 I read an article about the discovery of an abandoned Temple complex in the far north of Scotland. The article queried how a temple had come to be located in such a desolate and unforgiving landscape. Not only that, but how based on archeological evidence a thriving town had grown to support the temple complex.
For regular followers of Writing in Shadows – if I still have any after such a long hiatus – you will know I’m currently working on my first Epic Fantasy novel Darkened North. Darkened North is the first in a planned 3 book series set in a medieval hybrid world, bringing together various mythologies and myths to tell the story of a Gifted Princess, a slave and the son of a fertiliser inventor and their battles and adventures in a war of the Gods.
I don’t know about you, but the first thing I think of when I hear the word lion is its mane. Next up is majestic or regal. The lion, known as the King of the Jungle, is instantly recognisable the world over when you mention the mane.
In all the history of famous last words, my idea last night to “revamp” Writing in Shadows has to be one up there. I’ve been toying around with the idea of relaunching this site. Originally it was a place for me to write about my creative recovery, but as my focus moved from writing about writing to actually doing it, Writing in Shadows took a bit of a back seat. Actually it ended up in the back of the cyber-closet Velveteen Bunny style. Every now and again I’d pop over, have a look and think “Gee, its been a while, I should really post something.” Of course as the latest posts show, I didn’t. Yesterday afternoon while I was watching a movie I decided to revamp the blog, and start doing some knew things; Book Reviews, Film Reviews, more in-depth article/opinion piece things, while maintaining the blogs original purpose to write about the journey of creativity. I bought a new theme, and set about fixing it up. Cut forward nearly 24 hours and I’m still …
Do you ever feel so lost you don’t know your elbow from a hole in the ground? Do you ever just wake up and look around at your bedroom, the floor littered with clothes; empty cups, plates and dip containers piled haphazardly on the book case and think “Surely, there’s more to life than this, there has to be?”
There’s something about old photographs I just love. I could lose hours wandering through google, looking at photos of couples and families long gone. The moment, forever frozen in time. Photography, particularly those from Victorian England, set my imagination ablaze. I find myself looking at the ghostly images of other days, other eras, and my mind begins to wander. What where they thinking? What stories did they have to tell? Where they happy, sad, indifferent to the experience?