Great victories,the soul's calling,songs and songs
Well I have been over the moon that I can again write a story, I thought it was beyond me,it was a great victory.So now I'm going to participate in nanowrimo which I use to do every year with tea and cake.I can't recommend nanowrimo enough it's just a wonderful thing to be part of.
I have not decided my main characters name at all,she is tentatively called Hyacinth,it's still hard for me to think and remember but my soul traverses and encourages me on.Its all baronial families and legends like I love.Ive been listening to Nina Simones 'feeling good' puts me in a wonderful mood and I'm listening to 'lonely boy' and 'Monday' by Matt Corby.I started my blog ' Wistow cottage' but I find Wordpress very hard to use and tech always seems to make things more complicated than they need to be.It just stresses me out and feels clunky to use.I will post here more often,but basically it will be the same posts on a prettier page.
I felt very inspired on Thursday,but not quite on the heights yesterday,what can I say I ebb and I flow and that's how it goes.I wrote a list of things I want to complete in the months ahead,let me tell you on the kind of nightmare sleep I'm having its very hard to do,it's still been three months since I had any real proper sleep and I'm growing very weary of it,I mostly want to collapse in the afternoons but I must go on.It will get better.Mostly I want to complete my three articles,buy my leather journal and work on the novel/film I came up with yesterday which is called The Legends of Wistow Hall it's based a bit on novels I wrote in the past but still completely different.I feel more excited for this one than others I did.Theres something more authentic about it.Its lifted my spirits so much to be able to write on it.I want to read more blogs about creating a worthwhile life.I tried to forget Red on Thursday but it was like I was diminishing and drowning a deep part of myself,something in it inspires me.I felt like I was being partly extinguished,but it felt like a necessary thing to do and I hear my intuitive friend with her words on him.I wait for some sign or answer,but really the best answer is usually the great guidance of our own souls calling.
Found this Anne of green gables cookbook ,I'm sure it has some splendid cakes.Oh I still wish I was Canadian and lived in Nova Scotia,I always pretend I live there.I made a board on Pinterest called 'Siora Cottage' and am just conjuring this sort of poet's / writers cottage notion on there,it was partly inspired by the novel idea I came up with, two poets in love living in some far off cottage on a grand estate,full of kettles on the stovetop,portraits,open windows,burkes peerage.Siora is a Celtic or welsh name that means afterlife.Oh to create your own little world full of all your favourite things,to find your own blessed becoming.I had another victory yesterday too, I was able to watch 'Sense and Sensibility' the BBC version, I was really able to enjoy it and loved the costumes,regency dresses look so cosy.Of course I only felt alliance with Marianne and not the restrained civil Elinor,it seems those who lead by true feeling are punished in the novel and those full of civility are rewarded.I plan to both write stories and watch films in the future, two things I thought were beyond me.I have no doubt if I was sleeping deeply and properly I would have recovered even more,which does sadden me.
Have been reading about William Morris,do not the pictures of England make you swoon... I just long to be there.In my twenties I was fixed on Morris and bought books on him,and was heavily into the Arts and Crafts movement. I made some of my silver jewellery in the style of the movement.Oh the smell of fig and forest berries parfum is lovely,I imagined myself last night with hair down to my waist and the beautiful Antique silver combs set I always wanted in its own little case,I will have something like it one day.I also wished on an ecru lace cardigan and long brown velvet skirt,oh I love having phantasms.Well I suppose it's time for my tea,today I will be working on my novel,oh I'd love to be illustrating Russian Fairy tales or English Fairy Tales too in a nice detailed and patient way but it's been years since I did.Remember without love this earth is a tomb.
I have not decided my main characters name at all,she is tentatively called Hyacinth,it's still hard for me to think and remember but my soul traverses and encourages me on.Its all baronial families and legends like I love.Ive been listening to Nina Simones 'feeling good' puts me in a wonderful mood and I'm listening to 'lonely boy' and 'Monday' by Matt Corby.I started my blog ' Wistow cottage' but I find Wordpress very hard to use and tech always seems to make things more complicated than they need to be.It just stresses me out and feels clunky to use.I will post here more often,but basically it will be the same posts on a prettier page.
I felt very inspired on Thursday,but not quite on the heights yesterday,what can I say I ebb and I flow and that's how it goes.I wrote a list of things I want to complete in the months ahead,let me tell you on the kind of nightmare sleep I'm having its very hard to do,it's still been three months since I had any real proper sleep and I'm growing very weary of it,I mostly want to collapse in the afternoons but I must go on.It will get better.Mostly I want to complete my three articles,buy my leather journal and work on the novel/film I came up with yesterday which is called The Legends of Wistow Hall it's based a bit on novels I wrote in the past but still completely different.I feel more excited for this one than others I did.Theres something more authentic about it.Its lifted my spirits so much to be able to write on it.I want to read more blogs about creating a worthwhile life.I tried to forget Red on Thursday but it was like I was diminishing and drowning a deep part of myself,something in it inspires me.I felt like I was being partly extinguished,but it felt like a necessary thing to do and I hear my intuitive friend with her words on him.I wait for some sign or answer,but really the best answer is usually the great guidance of our own souls calling.
Found this Anne of green gables cookbook ,I'm sure it has some splendid cakes.Oh I still wish I was Canadian and lived in Nova Scotia,I always pretend I live there.I made a board on Pinterest called 'Siora Cottage' and am just conjuring this sort of poet's / writers cottage notion on there,it was partly inspired by the novel idea I came up with, two poets in love living in some far off cottage on a grand estate,full of kettles on the stovetop,portraits,open windows,burkes peerage.Siora is a Celtic or welsh name that means afterlife.Oh to create your own little world full of all your favourite things,to find your own blessed becoming.I had another victory yesterday too, I was able to watch 'Sense and Sensibility' the BBC version, I was really able to enjoy it and loved the costumes,regency dresses look so cosy.Of course I only felt alliance with Marianne and not the restrained civil Elinor,it seems those who lead by true feeling are punished in the novel and those full of civility are rewarded.I plan to both write stories and watch films in the future, two things I thought were beyond me.I have no doubt if I was sleeping deeply and properly I would have recovered even more,which does sadden me.
Have been reading about William Morris,do not the pictures of England make you swoon... I just long to be there.In my twenties I was fixed on Morris and bought books on him,and was heavily into the Arts and Crafts movement. I made some of my silver jewellery in the style of the movement.Oh the smell of fig and forest berries parfum is lovely,I imagined myself last night with hair down to my waist and the beautiful Antique silver combs set I always wanted in its own little case,I will have something like it one day.I also wished on an ecru lace cardigan and long brown velvet skirt,oh I love having phantasms.Well I suppose it's time for my tea,today I will be working on my novel,oh I'd love to be illustrating Russian Fairy tales or English Fairy Tales too in a nice detailed and patient way but it's been years since I did.Remember without love this earth is a tomb.
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