Wednesday, 21 November 2018

Time to move on

I was going to entitle this post "Worn out", but that's too near the knuckle to describe oneself.
However, I am grinding to a halt with the 13th in my series of novels that started with a short story  about a piano teacher (Miss Price) as long ago as 1991! Unbelievable, that. I am now much older than the erstwhile heroine of those stories and - I finally have to admit it to myself - ready to move on ir is it out?.

The 13th epistle "Lucky 13" (not a coincidence, that title) is a struggle and I'm not sure I even want to finish it, though I probably will because the original plot is quite good.

HERE you can find the chapters I have already posted:.

I should have known better. My 12th novel in this series was already a struggle, not least because I have over the years destroyed some of the main characters. It seemed a good idea at the time, but creating new characters to replace them has been a struggle. I finished the last novel on October 26th after a long summer break when I was not at home and unable to get any continuity into my writing. But I can't come up with this argument now. I'm at home and have nothing else do that won't wait. Maybe I should write a bit more now, though I have already written over 4000 words this morning and need a break - not least to make decisions about what is to come next. I have ideas, but they have to be workable. All the posted novels are at various stages of revision. That's another problem. I need an editor but can't afford to pay for one...

On this blog page you can follow the link to any of the novels, They are numbered in order of their genesis..

Saturday, 29 September 2018

The geese are getting fat ....

The title is the second line of a Xmas song. Quite appropriate. The evenings are getting shorter and the shops are full of calorie-laden goodies. People must be hoarding them till Dec 24th, which is when Germans celebrate the "Christ child" coming (from somewhere, I never found out) with presents and - presumably - the lebkuchen, chocolate hearts with a Turkish delight lining and stollen, to mention but 3 of the delicacies. I don't really have a sweet tooth, but I must confess to eating stollen (a currant and candied-fruit yeast-baked bread) from early October, since it's baked during the summer months for sale everywhere and by Xmas it's getting a bit long in the tooth and I don't like stale bread.

Monday, 3 September 2018

Moving along

A friend complained recently that he could not find anything to do with singing among my links, so this little entry is dedicated to him.

When I was just starting out on the opera stage, I was mobbed by female singers and even got a letter from a fellow colleague accusing me of arrogance and not being as good as my colleagues. I should add that the female colleague did not have a contract the following year - but I was never in competition with the lady, and probably just sang better, or was more versatile, or both. I never asked.



Saturday, 2 June 2018

What did you say?


concupiscent

What's that?

Another delicious word from one of the illustrious word-of-the-day sites I get delivered every day in an attempt to keep up my English while I speak mostly in German. So what does it mean:
1. lustful or sensual and 2. eagerly desirous

Thursday, 31 May 2018

What happened to the poems?

I did keep up the poetry writing for a few days (see previous post), but I have to be in the right mood and I was battling with getting my banking, such as it is, organised. The bank I was leaving, which had low security (in my case at least - MCs were hacked several times and had to be replaced), was not cooperative, but eventually I got it all straightened out with the help of the managen at the other bank, where I had already had an account, but opened a new one to facilitate the move - if the bank I was leaving had cooperated.

lotsaleaves

Sunday, 1 April 2018

Vesti la giubba ...

I got a notification from this website to say that there would be a challenge to write a poem every day in April and after not writing any poetry at all for well over a year, I have decided to join in.
It's really a basic attempt to keep moving mentally - like a sort of brain jogging - but also because poetry and the art of using words economically can take a form other than the short cuts and abbreviations common in cell phone communications and is a wonderfully expressive medium!
Carry on reading for a bit more on the poetry exploit and performances of the famous tenor aria from Pagliacci (hence the title of this post).

Saturday, 31 March 2018

Things wear out

I'm not thinking of myself at this moment, but with advancing old age I notice that parts of me are the worse for wear, e.g. my left knee (twisted it years ago and have never really got it back to normal), my right shoulder (too many Match 3 computer games and I hate doing them with my left hand though I am actually left-handed), my hands (arthritis) and I must confess: my patience, which was never much to write home about e.g. I got a comment on a junior school end of term report that said that "she does not suffer fools gladly". I suppose that's still true today and often with regard to equipment that comes and goes regularly in my household.The criticism contradicts all the foolish things I have done in my life, but why live in the past? you can't change it.