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Most authors have the core, the kernel of their idea. It may be the climax of the trilogy - The Federation regains control of the shipping lanes and can continue trading - or it may be the central theme - Redhead women in New York are being attacked, and the assailant keeps their left sock - but whatever the premise of the story, the writer has a starting point. I doubt if any successful first novel came from someone thinking 'I'm gonna write a financial crime thriller'. You need an idea, at least.

J.K. Rowling knew how her seven book series would end and, with a few minor adjustments, it remained that way. In 1874, Lewis Carroll's 'starting point' was in fact, the ending of a nonsense poem "For the Snark was a Boojum, you see" and he spent the next two years writing the world's longest nonsense poem to 'explain' this single sentence.

I find that it's often a good idea to jot down some basic concepts before I start. However, I also find that I can get bogged down in the minutiae of it all, focusing on so trivial things, that I cannot see the woods for the trees. It's a bad habit, one that I have repeatedly pledged to discard... right before I spend three hours on my blog site, changing and amending the theme, or get sidetracked into creating an excel that will calculate tax on your salary in five different jurisdictions.

I guess I will never learn!

That said, I have a multitude of 'fantastic' ideas, but the vast majority of them are discarded. Some, because they are close to existing books, others because they don't have the mileage and even a few that, whilst I believe in the plot, I know my own abilities - know that I cannot write it in a way that would give it justice.

Attachments is such a plot. It's a near future crime thriller in which the bad guys are defrauding people by...

Ah! Now that's the problem isn't it? I know I cannot write it. I don't have the ability, but I'm hardly going to give it away. You're going to have to find your own Boojum.

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....no need to just take my word .} The average dee jay talks like a TV head..viz.
101. In rainbows./ Radiohead
....51. out of the blue./ system F.
.50. staring at the sun./ TV on the radio...) trust me, the following is mostly musical physics....
...... Eli's coming / 3 dog noir..
..Psalm 2 / blur
...yhwh / U 2....)...) The rainbow has [ o3 ? ] secrets for show ) & surprise.
.............the final one is it's timeline..... Adam is first @ red. ..purple / indigo is x.[ Unknown & last.
That illuminated lecture is @ Enter the Stars...
The rainbow and higgs-boson particle have a show in the 1976 LP rainbow rising...
..viz. A giant rising from the abyss by Artful | artificial .. manipulation of Time..| rev.9:11
Z. Superposition / Young the giant.
..why.| Y..the statue got me high./ They might be GIANTS.[ fallen ones.
X. Stargazer / rainbow.
.....more physics...for later On..} truufers will note the lyrics are typically never referenced by me... rather, our focus is to show the reader the brute physics of the $yntax & initial presentation...of..what most reasonably 1$...A MAJEK $PELL...
...The learned real eYes that magic has blowback [ sowing & reaping.
This [ rain bow ] represents the key of wisdom.) The arch of Logic.
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Enoch 9:11....Yah.] sees Everything
Gen. 9 :11.... rainbow covenant......Deut.. 9:11..( 2 table covenant
1 Sam. 9:11...is the seer here ?
Prov. 9:11..way of wisdom.....20 / 20 vision by de Luxe.
.....Jer. 10:10....yhwh ] is the true Elohim...
.....page 638. Hotel Version | Jer. 10.
v.11....and you shall say to them; the [ gods.
who did NOT make the heaven & the earth shall perish from the earth
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Your radio program is Sub Ordinate, your Time is sub Ordinate, your Rainbow ideas are sub Ordinate...to what we have Named, the Strong 2 table radio Net.
...you cannot put a silver bullet into the gold oldy of Mr. Parkinson...the Work is always expanding so as to fill the time available for Completion..
Capiche ? ... nevertheless, trying to fit a silver bullet into the bureau of parkland, eYe now present the English language....L file....[ .Webster & my eYe.
Lying...given to falsehoods.
.. lymph. } .pale liquid consisting of blood plasma
.lynch.... Put to death by mob action.
Lyndon..[ .eng.Name ..dwell on hill beside cascade.
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....sum thing happening here...what it is is [ now.
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... Lysergic acid diethylamide. ) .L S D } 25.
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L Z. [ abbr. ) . Landing Zone ..point at which troops are inserted into action by Bell Helicopters.
M. / .13th letter of the King's alef-bet. [ Strong house
M A C ..2. } . maximum allowable concentrate
...b.} . military airlift command...
..standby....pop Quiz. | .can the L file thus Examined be yet Improved & extrapolated ?.
A. ) .Yes. & very easily...
...a) . medical diction...b.) .blacks Law 6 Ed.
.C.) glossary of Military English & such...
...id Est, ..so the essay is a silver bullet & Parkinson paradox remains firm. This is a proof of the Eternal..if you are able to produce silver bullets yourself...then by any means...please kill me & Dr. Park...all ye English Engineering Experts..

In Australia a man practices using chalk on a bridge wall to see how well chalk
would adhere to concrete for a project he was hired for.
He liked the finished temporary project and just left it up for the weekend
so others could enjoy it, with plans to wash it off on Monday.
Things didn't quite work out, as originally planned.
Take a look;

Rainy and windy weather
Is not for paddling.
Good I got fever.

Awake at 3 am last night, I put some magnesium oil on to help me relax and get back to sleep, and started journalling to get the busy out of my brain onto paper. I'll bet if I read that today, it'll look like a lot of disjointed thoughts, written haphazardly.

But, as I was writing, I had the epiphany that I was good at encouraging a friend to write and illustrate a book to utilize her talents, but I wasn't so good at applying that to myself. Oh, I can give a million reasons why I haven't, but if I'm honest with myself, every single one of those 'reasons' are mere excuses. I haven't made it a priority, simple as that.

After journalling, I've realized I've needed this year to really settle in to my new home, as I've moved every year for the past four years, and my life has been in turmoil due to these unforeseen circumstances. Now that I'm settled and really enjoying my little dream home and the lovely community I'm in, it's time to get organized, focussed, and motivated.

One of my 'dreams' is to paint my way through France, Italy and Spain, and take about 3 months to do so. I have a plan on how I'm going to achieve that, and now it's time for me to start putting that plan into action. It's also time for me to get back into my art studio. I moved into this house as it has 3 bedrooms and I could make one an art room and another the office, having them separate.

Well, that was a good plan, but I haven't painted for 3 years now, partly due to the stress and turbulence in my life. But that's over now and has been for a good six months. Partly it's due to my immersion in photography which has taken up my time and energy. Again though, that's an excuse. I've wasted time in the evenings online and on the phone instead of in my studio, truth be told.

Now that the creative bug has bit me again, I know I'll be spending time in my art studio again, using all those wonderful colours that are waving at me to squeeze their little tubular bodies.

As something to do during the Covid Lockdowns I started recording myself reciting poetry. Most of them are on facebook but I put some of them onto Youtube. Sooo. I'll drop them here now and again.

THis Is "Another September," by Thomas Kinsella



Dreams fled away, this country bedroom, raw
With the touch of the dawn, wrapped in a minor peace,
Hears through an open window the garden draw
Long pitch black breaths, lay bare its apple trees,
Ripe pear trees, brambles, windfall-sweetened soil,
Exhale rough sweetness against the starry slates.
Nearer the river sleeps St. John’s, all toil
Locked fast inside a dream with iron gates.

Domestic Autumn, like an animal
Long used to handling by those countrymen,
Rubs her kind hide against the bedroom wall
Sensing a fragrant child come back again
– Not this half-tolerated consciousness
That plants its grammar in her yielding weather
But that unspeaking daughter, growing less
Familiar where we fell asleep together.

Wakeful moth wings blunder near a chair,
Toss their light shell at the glass, and go
To inhabit the living starlight. Stranded hair
Stirs on still linen. It is as though
The black breathing that billows her sleep, her name,
Drugged under judgement, waned and – bearing daggers
And balances–down the lampless darkness they came,
Moving like women : Justice, Truth, such figures.

My ex use to tell me that we men are wrong when we think of hunting.
The woman is a far better hunter than we men,,
She told me most of the time when the woman is hunting us men ,and We dont know what is happening ontill its too late.

Well anyway what is a good hunting ground
The supermarkt
Taking the dog for a walk

In the train
At a bus stop
In a café
At a festival
A concert
Tha Church
Only in the Church one must look out ,we might become the hunted..

Lets not for get that the Hunt is a game,if we are going on a frist date this also a hunt
So one must ask one slef How does one present one self for the frist time.
The frist impression..of the hunt

That was a lovely song from the Beatles <and still is.>

When its doen by Sergio Mendes I like it even better.

Thanks Mr.J .