A hedge of trees
surrounds me, a blackbird’s lay sings to me, praise I shall not conceal,
Above my lined book
the trilling of the birds sings to me.
A clear-voiced
cuckoo sings to me in a gray cloak from the tops of bushes,
May the Lord save
me from Judgement; well do I write under the greenwood.
Time to confess. I have been working on another writing blog.
It isn't meant to replace this one, exactly. The Den is still where I
will post updates and so forth. But during a period when I was feeling out of
sorts with the whole Promote Publish or Perish caterwaul, I realized I needed a
peaceful place to take myself to think about writing, and to share writing,
mine and others. It is still gestating, really, but I have a few elements there
that I like, and I do, indeed, feel calm and happy when looking over the quite,
lovely look of the place.
One thing I decided was that I wanted to share my stories rather than
sell them—if not all, at least some. So one of the pages links to free fiction
online, including to my first ebooks, both of which are short stories from
Finding Creatures & Other Stories. Indeed, one of them, just published
tonight, is "Finding Creatures" itself.
In addition there are woodcuts to admire and be inspired by, links to
interviews of Eileen Kernaghan and Mike Coney, as well as interviews of me,
reviews of some books I have read and loved, and a couple of peaceful poems.
I'm not sure where it will lead over time, but I do invite you to have a
look and to say hello if you are so moved. Maybe there is a way that others can
participate as well. I am interested in your suggestions.
I think we all need a peaceful place to retreat to at times, and the
scriptorium is one that is filled with the love of the pen.
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| Manuscript Book mural in Evolution of the Book series John White Alexander 1896 |
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