One of my favorite artist is Vincent Van Gogh,I love Hus work
My favorite pinchpinching his this night stars in which I have a print of.another one of my favorite is cafe terrace at night.I also have this one.I'm looking forward to collecting more.
I love the colors in his paintings.
I wandered lonely on a bleak high hill,
but not as lonely as a Lakeland cloud.
Nor did I see a single daffodil,
despite my reading Wordsworth out aloud.
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.
I learnt this term from a
reader- comment on my writing. I had to look up at the dictionary. The dictionary states that Paraphilia is an abnormal s*xual condition of intense s*xual excitement which is of a pathological nature. Do I suffer from Paraphilia, I ask myself.
online today!
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
I've been drawing people parts. Eyes and lips mostly-- making them interchangeable. A patchwork that might be called "mixed feelings"...or something.
I started putting them together and taking pics--occasionally sending to anyone wondering what the hell I'm doing all day besides getting high and playing video games. These are in various stages of "progress".
Annoying right? I think that's what my sis thought because she responds with "looking good. Now the nose."
Nose? There are no rules here! I wondered if it bugged her that there was no nose. The lack of order uncomfortable enough to make a subtle demand for completion? I respond with "I'm in no rush. The nose(s) can wait."
Then, and as an older brother should, I made everything right with the world.
Nose: "I ran the whole way!"
*edited for brevity.
Rainy and windy weather
Is not for paddling.
Good I got fever.
...and destiny provides what you are looking for.
Happy New Year 2018 to all of you