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May 16, 2015
Justine's Journal #39
52 Weeks 500 Words
This is how it began: Justine (not her real name) decided to write 500 words (or as near as), anything goes, per week for 52 weeks. She would then submit it for anonymous posting, via me, her friend. Perhaps a pattern will emerge from her words, but at this stage it’s more an experiment I have agreed to share in. I’ll attempt to draw conclusions at the end of this. Stay tuned if this resonates with you.
Week 39
"We have been discussing creating a book from these journal entries. At the moment, between Elaina and myself, we’re thinking of putting all the posts together and then adding commentary below each entry, along with relevant tags (anger, insight, joy, frustration and such) to explain state of mind at the time. Each week will receive a chapter heading to explain the concept delved into.
What do you think? You do realise, any comments you make here will land up in the proposed book, as will this journal entry – the latter feels sort of odd to me, discussing a book in a book.
We do realise we are two friends about an experiment. In no way are we experts at emotional untangling, or psyche doctors, but we thought others may learn from us as we bumble around. While both of us are serious about this, we do not pretend to have answers that fit for all.
The notion is in fact daunting, because much went into the soul searching and it has been hard to share, and yet this isn't my name and no one will ever know (besides my closest friends) who the subject of Justine’s Journal is. Elaina at one stage suggested we do a reveal at the end of the book, but, sorry, I am not comfortable with that at all. I prefer my anonymity, but I am also quite happy (now) for others to take my ramblings and possibly find something in them that may help.
Now I find myself laughing. When I pop this entry off to Elaina for upload, she will wonder if I’m doing the right thing in revealing our intentions. (Got you, right, E?) We are, after all, merely discussing the likelihood; it isn't yet an absolute decision. I’m thinking, though, if anyone does comment at this point, it will serve as added impetus.
It’s amazing how colder weather creates new ways of thinking. Yes, finally we are heading into winter here. Rain is still scarce, but no doubt it will come soon now. The days are much shorter and nights are decidedly chilly, although our days are warm still. We still have to duck the sun and water gardens and fill bird containers until the rains do arrive, but nights are now spent in greater introspection as they arrive earlier and seem unending. I think this is why Elaina and I started talking about a book. We have more time to think now, for when the sun is hot and out, who wants to sit behind a computer?
Have a good weekend, everyone, and a lovely week, until we chat again.
This is how it began: Justine (not her real name) decided to write 500 words (or as near as), anything goes, per week for 52 weeks. She would then submit it for anonymous posting, via me, her friend. Perhaps a pattern will emerge from her words, but at this stage it’s more an experiment I have agreed to share in. I’ll attempt to draw conclusions at the end of this. Stay tuned if this resonates with you.
Week 39
"We have been discussing creating a book from these journal entries. At the moment, between Elaina and myself, we’re thinking of putting all the posts together and then adding commentary below each entry, along with relevant tags (anger, insight, joy, frustration and such) to explain state of mind at the time. Each week will receive a chapter heading to explain the concept delved into.
What do you think? You do realise, any comments you make here will land up in the proposed book, as will this journal entry – the latter feels sort of odd to me, discussing a book in a book.
We do realise we are two friends about an experiment. In no way are we experts at emotional untangling, or psyche doctors, but we thought others may learn from us as we bumble around. While both of us are serious about this, we do not pretend to have answers that fit for all.
The notion is in fact daunting, because much went into the soul searching and it has been hard to share, and yet this isn't my name and no one will ever know (besides my closest friends) who the subject of Justine’s Journal is. Elaina at one stage suggested we do a reveal at the end of the book, but, sorry, I am not comfortable with that at all. I prefer my anonymity, but I am also quite happy (now) for others to take my ramblings and possibly find something in them that may help.
Now I find myself laughing. When I pop this entry off to Elaina for upload, she will wonder if I’m doing the right thing in revealing our intentions. (Got you, right, E?) We are, after all, merely discussing the likelihood; it isn't yet an absolute decision. I’m thinking, though, if anyone does comment at this point, it will serve as added impetus.
It’s amazing how colder weather creates new ways of thinking. Yes, finally we are heading into winter here. Rain is still scarce, but no doubt it will come soon now. The days are much shorter and nights are decidedly chilly, although our days are warm still. We still have to duck the sun and water gardens and fill bird containers until the rains do arrive, but nights are now spent in greater introspection as they arrive earlier and seem unending. I think this is why Elaina and I started talking about a book. We have more time to think now, for when the sun is hot and out, who wants to sit behind a computer?
Have a good weekend, everyone, and a lovely week, until we chat again.
May 15, 2015
Opening new doors with Tirgearr Publishing
Hello, everyone! You may know after one of my previous publishers closed doors, three of my books were accepted by Tirgearr Publishing. I am pleased to announce the edits and cover tweaks are now all complete and my books are again online! New doors have now opened, and here's to a grand adventure :)
The Tinsal Deck, Latticework and A Tear in the Clouds are now available for pre-order and will be officially released on 5 June. In the next few days all links here and on other sites will be updated - meanwhile, pop on over and have a look!
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The Tinsal Deck, Latticework and A Tear in the Clouds are now available for pre-order and will be officially released on 5 June. In the next few days all links here and on other sites will be updated - meanwhile, pop on over and have a look!
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May 9, 2015
Justine's Journal #38
52 Weeks 500 Words
This is how it began: Justine (not her real name) decided to write 500 words (or as near as), anything goes, per week for 52 weeks. She would then submit it for anonymous posting, via me, her friend. Perhaps a pattern will emerge from her words, but at this stage it’s more an experiment I have agreed to share in. I’ll attempt to draw conclusions at the end of this. Stay tuned if this resonates with you.
Week 38
"Remember the post about the premonition I had about my brother? Remember the dream about Lotto numbers? Today, as I sit to write this, I’m wondering about these events anew. I've been reading some new work Elaina sent me (and if you know her work, you know premonition, dreams and visions form a part of it) and something she wrote has put me to thinking. It was about the concept understanding, the feeling something rather than the knowing, although the two go together, of course.
Feeling something rather than knowing. Now isn't that just a humdinger. We tend to think we need to know something first before accepting the feelings that go with it. And when we do sense (feel) something, we think we must research the thing to know the thing before trusting what we sensed. Like me with my brother. I said I would investigate this premonition phenomenon and then post about it. Because, let’s face it, I didn't trust my ability to simply sense something was wrong. I have to know how it’s possible.
Well, let me just say here my investigations have led me to the point where I understand it’s feeling something rather than knowing, and to trust my inner voice, to allow for the likelihood instincts sometimes kick us into gear. This isn't an entry about premonition and I may now never do so, because there is no logical answer. It’s a feeling. It’s not a knowing. And, knowing it’s not a knowing, the knowing and the feeling go together, if you understand my meaning J
The reason I ponder the two events mentioned, besides having read the prompt in Elaina’s work, is due to another small event that happened to me this past week. A small thing, but my stomach sort of hollowed out and got me to thinking. (Maybe not so small a thing, then)
I was driving in the suburbs around me and took a turn I rarely use (on my way to a dentist) and as I started pulling at the steering wheel I saw in my mind’s eye a little hairy dog run across the road. Instinct made me slow down quite a bit and, as I turned the corner, there was a dog running across the road indeed. Had I not slowed, chances are I would have hit him/her. The dog wasn't hairy and it was bigger, but a dog was running across the road where I saw it would.
Right, so my stomach caved in; this was quite a thing. Déjà vu? Premonition? Instinct? Vision? The universe telling me to slow down when taking a corner? Heaven knows, but I tell you now categorically, from here on out I intend to listen to my feelings, however they end up being presented to me, whether sight, sound or a shiver over skin.
I learn something new daily. How absolutely magical."
This is how it began: Justine (not her real name) decided to write 500 words (or as near as), anything goes, per week for 52 weeks. She would then submit it for anonymous posting, via me, her friend. Perhaps a pattern will emerge from her words, but at this stage it’s more an experiment I have agreed to share in. I’ll attempt to draw conclusions at the end of this. Stay tuned if this resonates with you.
Week 38
"Remember the post about the premonition I had about my brother? Remember the dream about Lotto numbers? Today, as I sit to write this, I’m wondering about these events anew. I've been reading some new work Elaina sent me (and if you know her work, you know premonition, dreams and visions form a part of it) and something she wrote has put me to thinking. It was about the concept understanding, the feeling something rather than the knowing, although the two go together, of course.
Feeling something rather than knowing. Now isn't that just a humdinger. We tend to think we need to know something first before accepting the feelings that go with it. And when we do sense (feel) something, we think we must research the thing to know the thing before trusting what we sensed. Like me with my brother. I said I would investigate this premonition phenomenon and then post about it. Because, let’s face it, I didn't trust my ability to simply sense something was wrong. I have to know how it’s possible.
Well, let me just say here my investigations have led me to the point where I understand it’s feeling something rather than knowing, and to trust my inner voice, to allow for the likelihood instincts sometimes kick us into gear. This isn't an entry about premonition and I may now never do so, because there is no logical answer. It’s a feeling. It’s not a knowing. And, knowing it’s not a knowing, the knowing and the feeling go together, if you understand my meaning J
The reason I ponder the two events mentioned, besides having read the prompt in Elaina’s work, is due to another small event that happened to me this past week. A small thing, but my stomach sort of hollowed out and got me to thinking. (Maybe not so small a thing, then)
I was driving in the suburbs around me and took a turn I rarely use (on my way to a dentist) and as I started pulling at the steering wheel I saw in my mind’s eye a little hairy dog run across the road. Instinct made me slow down quite a bit and, as I turned the corner, there was a dog running across the road indeed. Had I not slowed, chances are I would have hit him/her. The dog wasn't hairy and it was bigger, but a dog was running across the road where I saw it would.
Right, so my stomach caved in; this was quite a thing. Déjà vu? Premonition? Instinct? Vision? The universe telling me to slow down when taking a corner? Heaven knows, but I tell you now categorically, from here on out I intend to listen to my feelings, however they end up being presented to me, whether sight, sound or a shiver over skin.
I learn something new daily. How absolutely magical."
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