Welcome Winter – a Poem!

Try as I may I’ve not got this page to be for “blogs” only and a New Home Page to trigger clean! So, here we go again another Winter:

Winds, chill,

Fast-flying from the sea,

Days hot as if spawned by Hades stripped bare for Winter and hot tea.


Spiders & Butterflies

A Greek Matinee Emerging in My Garden

Winter is upon my garden, my friendlies gone for the jungle is lopped to let in the sun. Blue-tongue lizards are vanished, corellas and lorikeets too but my coriander is doing well. As I am. ’Though the last ocean swim nearly froze my head. However, the manuscript’s down to 120,978 words. An awkward figure?

Ψ  And now 2019 it’s 117,172 give-or-take a few words as I compulsively revisit.  Ψ

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The Manuscript

A Greek Matinee on the brink

And now it’s 2019. A mighty thank you to Robin who for the second time has read hardcopy of the full manuscript and discussed it variously over coffee. THANK YOU so much Robin for that and particularly asking me this year if I’d like you to read it again (that second time). I still tremble at having made a few spelling errors and a convoluted sentence or two = thanks so much for picking them up!

And thanks to Julia for your full reading and comments (happy fishing!). And Nicole, Deanne, Irene and Sally for your various readings of bundles along the way. All so encouraging. I’m indebted to you.

Last year:

And now, A Greek Matinee revisited this April is posted (hummm, flipped, emailed, sent) to friends. What will they say? What will they think of it?

Of course I think it’s a good read and very much would have liked this work of fiction to companion me as I travelled in Greece nineteen months’ ago. Eccentric, yes. Challenges thinking? Yes. And with undercurrents of something sinister afoot, it is loaded with mythology that swings travelling-characters into edgy exchanges, psychological shifts and singular events some, flirting danger.

Jumping With Hoops – Tags

Ah ha! she cries for she thinks she’s sussed today these hairy Meta Tags in our ever-changing whizzing world. No need to fall back on her old html language, for here within (no longer secretly recessed), she’s found ready-to-roll slots under settings/writing!: Category and Tag even with a window for Description. ‘Thank you WordPress!’ she shouts to make azure welkin ring as Winter rolls in and Summer’s impetuous seas turn to glass. It’s been rather a journey.

But! How do I get this to sit on the “Page” Jumping with Hoops? Can’t see where a new entry can be lodged.

Frogs and Things

This week Aristophanes’s “Frogs”, Ovid’s “Metamorphoses”, marshmallow-reading, Marco Polo, and “Black Cats and April Fools” are put aside for Peter Esterházy’s “Celestial Harmonies”, an “unusual and remarkable book”. It stands at 846 pages – an epic story of conquest, tragedy, triumph and near destruction of a prominent aristocratic family in Hungary.

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…..And now it’s June with Ovid’s Tristia . Ex Ponto

Time for a Cuppa

On the front of a wave I hurtled to the shore rasped by sand under sunny skies. A stiff breeze tickled the sea and I rolled to my feet to dive back for more. How long can I keep this up? The years fly too fast, days subside to a peculiar past.

Urgency grabs me to sort photographs, paint pretty pictures and start a new book, master another unit of Attic Greek and dig a trench for shredded old manuscripts… but today beyond all madnesses, have a cuppa with a friend.

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Contemporary Fiction, Genre – a perspective

A generous Pre-Approach-Agent Reader before looking at my manuscript (for feedback) asked me in which genre I had written the novel. This is one of the Big Questions every writer of a novel has to answer. I elected Contemporary Fiction.

On the www, a plethora of sites jostle with their take on Contemporary Fiction from: “Realistic fiction creates imaginary characters and situations that depict our world and society. It focuses on themes of growing up and confronting personal and social problems. This genre portrays characters coming to understand themselves and others”, “… set in contemporary times (modern times)” to “Contemporary Fiction is a genre that extends, reworks and plays with its boundaries”.

[Genre (zhahn-ruh): a kind; stylistic category or sort.]

“A Greek Matinée” is Contemporary Fiction. Contemporary because the story is set in modern times (oh yes, the Now) and characters involve with some contemporary and topical issues as they travel on a commonly toured route. They move in the real world but some characters like Anna and Heather lapse elsewhere from time-to-time in psychological shifts; and Anna drifts as if composing a tale in a parallel mythological time. The story is Fiction because characters are not real. Some are 100% imaginary while some inevitably are original composites drawn from various people, past and present, that is, characters woven from an expression of theirs, a glance, a look, an action, some belief, experience, hate or love.

Hesiod’s “Theogony” and “Works and Days” were contemporary with the writing-down of Homer’s epics which originally were in oral tradition and maintained from his Bronze Age, through Greece’s Dark Age and into the Archaic Period when writing re-emerged, contemporary with the rise of Greek city-States.

Ah, such adventures, intrigues, sufferings and revenge! Wonderful stories of mythology which shaped the lives of the Greek people and oft those they came in contact with. In those days, if we lump in the Classical Period, genre was easy to slip your work into: tragedy, comedy, history, philosophy, oratory.

And consider Subjectivity / Objectivity.

Objectivity (note the reversal!) could be seen as telling a tale with detachment, impersonality – no sentimentality. Objectivity is External.

Subjectivity on the other hand internalises, considers and manipulates in emotional terms the how and wherefores stirring the emotions, scurrying with reflectives and working with the human condition as it separates “heart” from “head”. It swims with complexities of reasoning. It’s got feelings, contradicts, questions, pushes beyond the “inevitable”. It is sympathetic and reflective. The world, its people and truth grope in contradictory complexities giving language to the many-sided matrixes of subjectivity and points-of-view. Subjectivity is born of the ego, the mind, the conscious self.