Wednesday, August 14, 2013

Moving On

OK Gentle Readers the time has come, I've registered my own domain and I'm moving the bulk of content and future posts to my new website. The new site incorporates my writing, my hobbies (ALL OF THEM!!!),  and my other pursuits all in one place. This blog will still be maintained but as a mostly archival site so if you want to find out what I did/said/promised months or years ago you might find the answer here.

If you want to check out my new site then this is the address

www.grumpys-den.id.au

Saturday, April 27, 2013

A Stirring In the Attic

It's been a little over 12 months since I posted anything on this blog and I had almost given up on the Muse and the possibility that words might come flooding back. I won't pretend that the Great Best Seller Novel has suddenly appeared in my head, complete with chapters, plots, protagonists and all the bells and whistles - far from it. But there is a whisper of the Muse, a faint hint that perhaps he/she/it is returning to the fray, fragments, tantalizing snippets of something, they waft past, calling, then twisting and teasingly disappearing from view. A brief but exciting scent on the breeze, almost a lovers caress in a dream.

The scent is that of lavender and it colours my prose with a hint of purple, but I bang my head on the wall and my fist on the desk. Other colours begin to manifest themselves - the red of tension, the black of despair and the greens, browns and yellows of plot. Blue is there and I do not yet know if it is sky or sea. I strain to hear if there is music but my Muse has not released the score as yet.

A cat screeches outside my window -on the fence, a dog barks and some one curses at it. The dream dissolves into reality and I am back at my desk - the computer screen continues to glare blindly and the keyboard maintains it's stony silence. I struggle to grasp the few words that resound in my head but the Muse has gone again -teasing me. She - it has to be female - will return and the words - at the tip of my fingers will come - all I need to do is wait - and listen for the siren song. Stay tuned.