Gone creative

Oh dear, short on words - mind far too occupied with next editing process. The last "big" edit was completed on Monday - I think it was Monday... where does the time go... So goal directed and utterly absorbed. Then I started the read through of the manuscript to pick up typos and such like. Ah, but cannot leave well enough alone, so I find I'm deleting more words, adding others in, pruning here, applying a little root grow elsewhere. It's got to come to an end, or like WH Auden, I'll still be editing long after the novel's published. How's that for confidence, eh - the bold assumption that this story will find a publisher. Oh yes, let's hear it for positive visualisation and affirmation!

But here I sit, in the middle of the morning, still in my jimjams, hair tousled, eyes focussed though perhaps a bit wild, totally away with the vampires, scribbling and then scribbling some more. Just had a new idea, another level of tension that might be added to the plot. Ah, but will it serve a purpose, perhaps, but only if the book turns into a series. Hmm, okay, so I'll put the idea aside for now - in the present context it will add nothing. But it's something to be kept in mind. Who knows... She dreams of the three, or four, or five book deal...

All right, so here's the deal - the bottom line is you're really not going to get anything sensible out of me today - so instead I'll share with you something from my playtime in the digital darkroom when I was taking a break the other day. What day? Don't know, days have been merging into a stream of words flowing together as I hurry towards my dream.

As you'll see from the images, I really am in a less than "real" genre at present...

Creative Forces and Inspirations

Blue Dawn by Tay Dall - 2005

Blue Dawn

Ocean glints

as sunlight stretches

to kiss the eternal blue.

Moon calls forth

the earth’s embrace

And fingers of dawn

Caress the waves.

Whispers of a new day sparkle in myriad hues.

© 2007 Absolute Vanilla

A couple of years ago I came across the work of a local artist, Tay Dall, and was instantly captivated by her art. Somehow her paintings spoke to me and inspired me. I felt, goofy though it may sound, a soul connection, even though Tay and I have never met - chatted on the phone, yes, shared email, for sure. What I find so interesting is that the person who bubbles over the telephone line, who produces the most prolific quantity of work, who bounds and bounces, seems so unlike the person I'd imagined behind the paintings. Which makes me think... how much of the persona we present to the world, the personality that others see, is really the true person? I wonder how much any of of us reveal ourselves to others or do we save it entirely for our art - or even then, not? Indeed, how many of us even know who we really are?

The other thing I'm inclined to ponder is just how much we inspire each other. Who, for example, inspires you?

Here's another bit of a "pome" inspired by Tay's work.

creative force

silver circle

soars

on high

brightening glow

- heaven-

night’s eye.

ancient mysteries

magical rites

below the stone slumbers

waits for flight.

whispered threads

woven imaginings

tales spread

and stories unfold.

Spirit

soars

uncovering

the soul.

© 2007 Absolute Vanilla

And whaddayamean, where's that chicken?! Don't know, don't care is the succinct answer.

Ba-kaaaaak!

Damn, see what you've done now. You've woken the beast!

Ouch! All right, all right, you're not a beast. Honest you're not.... you're just a demented chicken.... Ow!!!!!