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Do our writing habits define what we write?

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While catching up with a fellow blogger today (Holistic Wayfarer), I started to complain about my general ongoing lack of inspiration to write anything currently, when my mind went off on a weird tangent, as it is frequently wont to do.

I then posted some silly remark about my sitting in Ernest Hemingway’s favorite writing chair. Immediately after which I dimly recalled once reading how Hemingway always wrote standing up. See here for the article http://www.openculture.com/2013/10/ernest-hemingway-standing-desk.html

Old grumpy-pants Ernie is not alone in this, evidently. Dickens, Churchill, Nabokov and Virginia Woolf also held to an anti-sendentary stance regarding the how-to’s of writing.

Which got me to thinking about the physical act of writing and how it affects the content of what we write. For instance, I grew up knowing quite a famous writer, who was a family friend of my parents. And he too wrote standing up, perching his typewriter atop of an old lectern.

I always felt as a child that this family friend looked like he was giving a lecture when he wrote. Or that he was preaching perhaps.

As for myself, I am currently writing this with my thumb on an iPhone. While sitting stretched out on a couch; a cool breeze licking around my heels, as it eddies in through the open patio doors. (See photo at top — borrowed from another article on famous writers’ weird habits). Hence my overly casual style maybe?

But what about you? What is your preferred method of getting words onto the page? Do you need absolute quiet, or does the erratic tinkle of a wind chime get your muse online? Is alcohol mandatory or verboten? Incense, candles or a strong cup of coffee — what of them? Don’t be shy about it, plenty of people write in bed or the bath or even the buff, allegedly?! And what if they do, does it change what they produce?

Let me know what you think…

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when did home become a four-letter word (part III)

the very idea of that special
(a-ha!) “light bulb moment”
has lost much of its immediacy
in this the era of the energy-
saving globe, as with the flick
of a switch our homes are instead
idly lit by the sickly flicker of
a fluorescent glow

for sadly banished
—in the name of
forward thinking—
are those incandescent
flashes of brilliant
vision forever more
to be viewed hereafter
as the stuff of yore

the modern mindset now insists
on this cold, scientific glare
reminiscent of being strapped
to the dentist’s chair, I fear, as
opposed to the original spirit of
edison’s genius invention of
so many merry yesteryears

indeed such a luddite as I am
I would feel far more delight to
bathe in candlelight than
to spend my life illuminated
by the excitation of a host of
so-called noble gases, these
unholy ghosts we keep trapped
like fireflies in vacuum bottles

and, yes, while I know we’re told the
environment itself alone demands
we fix our wicked ways I can’t help
but feel the sting of restricted mental
freedom as to how we choose to dispel
the fast-approaching loss of light within the
benighted halls of our much-belovéd homes.

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* Please note, while not directly influenced by Don’s latest post (Light And Dark Holding Hands) on his Candid Impressions blog, I feel I must admit to a certain indebtedness within this poem to his thoughts around the subject of how we perceive light and dark in our lives. Inspiration comes in many forms, and I can’t entirely exclude the fact that I owe some credit to Don’s post, having read it prior to completing part III of my larger “when did home become a four-letter word” cycle. Either way, I would recommend all bloggers to check out Don’s site regardless, as it is always well worth a visit! 🙂


when did home become a four-letter word (part II)

one can only imagine that
to possess one’s very
own dream home
should prove
a right night-
mare

for the architect the soul employs
to conceive of dwellings
fit for one’s dream self
to inhabit follow a
perverse logic all
of their own

a patio bathroom where
one can show off in
full view of the
neighbors
comes to
mind

as does a jello-filled moat
surrounding one’s
loungeroom-cum-
petting
zoo
?!

even so the glossy magazines
sell us on the idea year after
year that our needs for
adequate shelter are
being inelegantly
dealt with

when surely we are best housed
in homes of bricks and mortar
as opposed to such flimsy
stuff as dream houses
and pure whimsy are
made on.


when did home become a four-letter word

homely is a much
maligned term
in this sadly crazy
world driven mad by
the insipid railings of
those twin false prophets
glamor and glory

equally unjust is how
homespun should now
have become synonymous
with hokey, as wisdom
edges closer to becoming
a dish served in pre-packaged
portions washed down with
obligatory buckets of Gatorade
consumed in front of each garishly
televised new year’s parade

for goodness’ sake
in the midst of all this
uncultured chaos, I ask
what’s so wrong with
bed socks and breakfasts
over easy before noon
shared with a good book
no appointments and
the telephone off the hook?

why is it the thought
of this private sanctuary
dedicated to familial bliss
should be so injurious to some
I wonder is it because
there is not a dollar to be made
from the business of minding
one’s own…for really what
danger is it that we speak of
when we say we’re feeling
right at home…


John the Recliner/Revelator

Singing: Well, I’ve had the blues ever since the world began…

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On the Face of Things…

I don’t know if it’s just me, but our lounge chair seems to have recently grown a personality all of its own…what do you think? Or am I just seeing things!

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Psst, hey, you wanna grab a nachos and watch the late night movie marathon, wit me? Whaddya say?


A Red Letter Day — Missing Zero Scores First 5-Star Review on Amazon!

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Missing Zero eBook available from Amazon ($2.99)

While I’m not usually one to crow about my achievements, I was particularly chuffed/choughed (it’s a bird pun, sorry) to read fellow blogger Ionia Martin’s glowing review of my novel, Missing Zero, on her readful things blog today.

In fact, my excitement at getting my first 5-star review is only heightened by the high esteem with which I personally view Ionia’s approach to all things book related (her excellent blog’s tagline fittingly reads “An opinion on everything literary“). So, please follow the link here, to read the review, and while you’re there check out all manner of wonders on Ionia’s always interesting/entertaining readful things blog.

AWESOME!