David Jones's Blog, page 1301
December 8, 2012
December 7, 2012
An Extract from Christmas Crossings...
If eyes had chanced to look up from sleep upon the world that Christmas Eve, a vision of snowed in roads, snowed in homes and snowed in cars would surely have greeted their inquisitive gaze. And still, the snow fell. All day long and now through the silence of a winter’s perpetual night, the snow came sheeting down to cloak roofs and gardens in the thickest of whites. Perhaps a vast cityscape lay smothered beneath this icy coverlet, but all lay together and slumbered as one - indistinguishabl...
This is the release day video from last December - when...
This is the release day video from last December - when Christmas Crossings was released! Nearly a year ago now! Get it here!
I should've said it's what I imagine children leaving home might feel like - don't have any myself! Is it a cliche to say my books are my babies? Oh dear.
Not a cliche at all! It must be very similar - they grow, get more developed..and then vanish from your life and you sort of worry about how they are faring, if they are doing well, if they have a good future ahead of them, if you did well enough bringing them up..as metaphors go it must be very accurate! I hope mine make their way in the world and grow up big and strong..
December 6, 2012
A Mirror Image
When I look into the mirror I see regret.
It seems as though he has done
All that I did not do,
Lived every life
That I did not live,
Spoken every word
That I did not speak
Taken every chance
That I did not take.
He seems all knowing,
To see my every mistake
My every feeble weakness;
None of which afflict him.
When I look into the mirror
I do not see myself
But him, for he is what I
Could, should, might have -
Done, have been, if only -
He is not me.
Iam Regret and nothing more.
Wow whose quote is that?
I wasn’t sure when I reblogged it (just loved the quote) but a Google search has suggested its from Marcel Duchamp!
Re finishing a novel - it's like a child leaving home. It's liberating, scary, joyus and tragic. You knew it would happen one day (and hey it may still come home to visit). I'm in awe you wrote it by hand by the way!
I can’t say I can quite identify with children leaving home - but they definitely sound like the range of emotions I was experiencing upon completing the book! Especially the part about them maybe coming back home to visit..in this case in the form of editing and sequels. Its a bewildering array of feelings! Haha I write everything by hand! I actually find it easier than typing - the only problem/genuine nightmare occurs when I then have to type everything up..
