It’s Alive!

Linda’s beautiful story.. and MEAN insanely beautiful, is live on Amazon TODAY. 🙂 I would like to sincerely congratulate her and thank her for being awesome. Ladies, and of course gentleman.. this is one heck of a story with layer upon layer upon divine sensuous, real, human, mind-blowing layer. I LOVED reading it and I predict if it gets in the right hands.. it is a NY times best seller. And god only knows Linda deserves it to be.

Linda G. Hill

My book–the one I’ve been saying I was going to publish for four years now (didn’t believe me, did you?)–is finally here!

It’s a story I spent months obsessing over, traveled for, went to outrageous lengths for–I sat in the Kingston Via Rail station, taking notes for the description of it; drove around the city looking for the perfect setting for the house in which the story takes place and then I parked my car there and walked halfway back to town to see what it would be like. I stayed in different lodgings – the university where my characters went to school, the house that inspired the one in the book, and a small motel near the train station. I even had a chance to interview a magician. I’ll be posting that interview soon.

But most of all I had a lot of fun writing The Magician’s Curse and…

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Hesitation

I walked alone
Minding my stay
He passed by the way
Looking for life
To be frivolous play.
Stared in my soul
Saw through my face
Laughed at all
My silly mistakes.
He didn’t quite know
The heart on my sleeve
Hesitation my strength
My weakness to grieve.
So held out his hand
Like a lumberjack sword
Cut to my core, stood by
Through the fall.
He knelt down above me
Lifted me up
My legs melted softly
Behind his broad back
My hair on his shoulder
His beard on my cheek
Placed me upon him
Laid me beneath
A Centuries memory
Of war and of peace
I breathed in the moment
Held in that breath
Would not breathe out till I knew
I’de scorned death.
Hesitation my weakness
My curse and my strength
My safety in oceans
Parting our flesh
Take me, and drown
In waters vast breadth.        ~ IW~

Virtual Homes ~ The reality of it

Hello people who follow this blog. I am despondent. There doesn’t seem much point to write here anymore, and yet still so much has not changed to lead me to feel I am incorrect in this perception at this time. Yes I am whining…

You all like a good rant right? Some uplifting poetry perhaps?
Or can we just get real?

I live in an imaginary world. Filled with idiots, so akin to the real one, but still – imaginary. It is however also filled with wonderful moments where I drift off into my other worldly places and have long conversations with imaginary people partake in imaginary situations. My words take me where-ever they wish to. They express hidden sentiments that creep in like a fog on a cold winters day. I like to interact with people, but find it harder and harder to find time to visit different places – probably because I have so many of them popping up inside my head.

We say this so many times as writers, ‘I write for myself’, or ‘I blog for myself,’ and that is just utter bollocks! I really, really enjoy writing, but I really enjoy knowing people might relate or get something from it. We all do. It somehow makes us feel like we have something to give to each other.

We all go through cycles where we question our lives and our actions and even our temptations and desires – basically we question our own humanity and mortality. Well maybe not all people do that but I know most of the people who have read here before are thus way inclined.

This blog IS a journey of self discovery in every word a contradiction to account for, in every lack a strength and in every connection a lesson.

I often wonder where it is going but I have absolutely no idea and that is fine, but one thing I won’t do is allow it to just fade into the dark hole of the internet..and it is.

I would rather, as I have discovered in the last few months, let it go with dignity.

That being said, it would be a terrible shame to throw away five years of telling a story to never get to the end.

I have contemplated what to do with my posts that are in pending and I am leaning toward making them live again… it is JUST not the same picture without them lurking in the background waiting to be stumbled on.

I took them down as I wanted to go through them to put together a small book AND get them organised how I would like to. But I figure, I can still do that!

In the meantime, the entire reason I write is NOT for money or fame or accolades of prestige or any such thing, it is for people. I write for people.

I want people to see HUMAN In every word.

Flawed. Broken. Mysterious. Happy, sad, melancholy.

Whole and strong in all our weakness. At times you may disagree with what I write or maybe not understand full well. You may wonder if I have completely lost the plot and gone off onto a disarrayed path, and you are probably right – I probably do that a lot. Correction I DO that a LOT..only to come back around again wiser (sometimes) and more passionately flawed then before.

This is not  a place for perfect poetry and pictures placed just so on a feed of  instantly gratifying images where the world scrolls by without paying much more than a seconds attention all in the hopes of getting noticed and gaining some traction for whatever dream they may have that they feel they may be able to gain exposure for in this mayhem of a place called social media…

THIS – is fucking home!

IW