Tonight I've been happily printing out my sonnets. In fact I feel like a little kid hiding away from the world. I guess I'm lucky to have such peace and satisfaction from writing. I love the craft of writing a poem. I know sometimes there are sparse periods when I can write nothing and what I do write seems just awful to me. Anyway I finished that poem on Arthurian legend and called it Nimue after The Lady of the Lake. I can probably read a couple of these poems at the Boyne Reading later in the year. It's nice to finally come up with some new material. Nimue may also be Vivien of the myths. She was Merlin's lover but she trapped him in a tree trunk or in a cave.
I also have ambitions of tackling a short story I had been writing in the style of gothic fiction. I remember doing gothic fiction in 2nd arts in Galway years ago. I studied The Monk and Frankenstein well enough. The short story is a rewrite of The Ties That Bind that I wrote maybe nine years ago and I cringed so much reading it now. I feel like rewriting the entire rewrite. Oh my God how do fiction writers ever finish a novel? I feel like I should get in character though to write this story and find my inner madness and horror. I'd certainly have to retreat into myself for a day.
At work I was teaching the children a song called "In the graveyard". Its lyrics are:
In the graveyard, in the graveyard
when the moon begins to shine
there's a doctor a crazy doctor
and his monster Frankenstein.
Oh my monster oh my monster
oh my monster Frankenstein,
you are very, very scary
don't come near me frankenstein.
I can't do the song anymore however as one little boy and a girl are afraid of the song! Since I'm now writing about work I am pleased that I got my course work results. I blogged a bit about my studies over the summer. I got three distinctions and one merit so I was thrilled with that. I've also found myself better able to write reports and observations in work which is partly due to my blogging and partly to do with my increased knowledge from study.
Merlin is Spellbound by his lover Nimue, Eleanor Fortescue Brickdale
Love and light to all readers. I feel my own light and compassion returning.