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Here Comes Another One…

2014. Really? So soon?

I’d like to say that it’s been a year of unmitigated success, just to contrast the last couple of end o’ the year wrap ups. But I’d be lying. Plus you wouldn’t be fooled. A year of being lied to so obviously and so egregiously by the various organisations, institutions and governments that supposedly exist for our benefit has made cynics of more people than ever.

What have I succeeded in? Writing. Doing a lot of it, that is. I now have nine books completed, of which seven are in print. Half a dozen more are in varying stages of completion. There seems to be no end to the flow of words from the storymaking symbiote that lives in comparative harmony with my imagination.

What have I failed in? Not much. A lot of things have not happened, but there is only one thing I can point to and say “That went wrong” (a job interview, sadly) and none I can say “I did not achieve that”. Circumstances prevail and as I have discovered, I do not have bad luck, only bad timing. πŸ˜€

What have I achieved? Becoming a UK registered publisher. Getting seven of my books into paperback form. Having my ugly mug in the local paper in a local writer’s feature. Remaining vaguely solvent. Which leads to the next achievement: getting the hang of selling stuff, and buying stuff to sell on. Staying afloat in this life has become like the Art of Swan Locomotion: On the surface, all is serene. Under the surface, legs are pumping frantically. πŸ™‚

What has not arrived? A miracle cure for my mum. A day job to pay the bills while I continue to write. The love of my life.
Let’s address those in turn:
Mum’s not going to get better, but is cared for, happy (when not confused) and safe. Nothing more can be done. Jobhunting is a vile experience made worse by the pressures on myself and the 2.47 million others as we are cast as lazy scroungers by a government looking for scapegoats to conceal its self-serving greed. While my situation is unusual due to personal circumstances, debt and other sundry details not fit to soil your eyes, I remain sure that a job will come eventually. I feel that I will be on the receiving end of more governmental grief before it happens, but it is the norm now, rather than the exception.
And now, the comedic entry: true love. I’m a fundamentally antisocial cynic with an eccentric, sarcastic view of the world and a writer’s penchance for spending a lot of time alone. Underneath the surly hermit lies a hopeless romantic. All of which is wrapped in an aging rocker with the build of a flabby troll and the looks of a fallen god. One who fell on his face and slid for several hundred miles. πŸ˜€ Yeah, I don’t think the true love thing is in any danger of being fixed any time soon.

You may gather from the tone of this piece that I am in good spirits, and you’d be right. For everything that has happened has led me to a point where I can write.

I have one regret. I owe no apologies. I am in a better place than many and in my best personal state for over twenty years. Complaining would be lying.

Happy New Year. Let’s practice more truth and use less reticence, shall we? πŸ˜€

 
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Posted by on December 31, 2013 in Life & Self

 

Candle in the Night; Merry Xule

It’s winter solstice, the festival closest to my heart.

I’ve seen a lot of religious sniping this year – and I include the atheist fundamentalists in that – and it makes me sad. I see noble words and fine quotes, then next minute, it’s turned to sarcastic denigration and self-aggrandisement. Plus the one-upmanship of referring to festivals by their previous, supposedly previous or alternative names. Of course, these are all followed by the ‘place nicely’ and ‘why can’t we all get along’ apologists.

It annoys me so much I’ve just started calling this time of year ‘Xule’. It’s the Year’s End festival and it runs from the eve before the winter solstice to new year’s day. Xule. Tell your friends πŸ˜€

Wakee, wakee. We’re humans. We’re selfish, tribal and competitive. There are billions of us, all with differing opinions, societies and histories. Acknowledge that and put it behind you.

Greedy and powerful people of all religious persuasions and backgrounds are going to ruin this planet. Whether they survive the establishment of their richer-than-thou utopia remains a moot point. What is sure is that unless you’re a member of their various cliques, what they are doing will be very bad for you and your descendants.

We stand at the brink of an age of incredible progress. Or an age of despotism worse than any one country has suffered before. I hate to use such sweeping terms as ‘us and them’, but it’s becoming more and more relevant.

It’s winter solstice 2013.

Day 13.0.1.0.5 of the Mayan long count. The day of the snaking river that always changes without changing. It signifies the fleeting moment of eternal water. A good day for humility, a bad day for acting on self-interests. It lies in the first trecena of the Aztec sacred year, the thirteen days of which are governed by the primordial urge to create order out of chaos. The three treasures sought by wise men: speech, agriculture, and the family. The lineage of thought runs from seed to fruit to seed: these are good days to participate in the community; bad days for solitude.

It’s winter solstice 2013.

A time of resurgence, of turning your thoughts toward the coming year yet remembering the lessons and wisdom bequeathed by those you honoured at Samhain.

Light a candle. In the night but not against it.

Bow your head. A gift falls.

Respect be upon ye and blessings to those who look to thee.

 
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Posted by on December 21, 2013 in Faith & Magic

 

Books

“Books aren’t just something you read, they’re a form of meditation.”

– Shougo Makishima, from the anime Psycho-Pass.

 
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Posted by on December 9, 2013 in Quotes

 
 
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