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Death Is An Unmapped Sea

This is a powerful piece called Death Is An Unmapped Sea from Roland’s Ragbag.

Roland's Ragbag

IntoTheUnknownPhoto:  ‘On Chesil Beach’ by WHB – 2007   ©

Death is an Unmapped Sea

Day dawns and life now reasserts its sway;
Sleep ends and dreams now slowly fade away,
Leaving behind the gains which I thought real.
Reality and the sun the truth reveal,
That time has shattered youth and brought old age.
Shall I depart midst over-arching rage,
Those aspirations which I held most dear,
Abandoned now as hope gives way to fear?
Now that I’m hurt, unheard and unfulfilled,
Can I refute those truths my life distilled,
And face what unmapped seas fate holds in store,
Without a faith to bear me to the shore?


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The Heart of the Matter …

Routine Matters

The Heart of the Matter …


Bernard Malamud 1914-1986

The highly successful American author Bernard Malamud was well aware that self-disipline and effective use of  time  were central to his craft.

There are enormously talented people around but the problem is getting organized to use your talents. A lot of people lose it, they just lose it. Life starts turning somersaults over your back and the next thing you know you’re confronting things that seem to you more important than getting organized to do your writing. And if you can’t get organized, then you can kiss your talent goodbye. It happens in so many cases, it’s almost a loss, as though you have a field of flowers and were never able to collect them. 

(Bernard Malamud, interviewed by Mary Long. Mademoiselle. August 1976)



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Do you want to make the time to write?

I admire Kate’s 4 a.m. routine.

4am Writer

About 12 years ago, I began to write at 4:00 in the mornings because of my youngest child’s sleeping troubles. Back then, I was inconvenienced and annoyed.

Eventually, though, I realized I had unwittingly stumbled upon the magical time of day to write (for me). My creativity responded to these early morning calls for attention with gusto. I could easily spend a solid 90 minutes on my fiction before the house stirred and I was on Mom duty.

Eighteen months passed before my son slept through the night, and I didn’t need to be up at four am anymore. However, because I’d found a beautiful writing block of time, I continued with the schedule, going on thirteen years now.

This is my choice. I made this choice and stick with it because it fulfills one of my writing intentions. Making the time to write.

As a self-proclaimed Time Warrior, I…

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My Sunday Poem … # 25

Hello. Good morning. This is today’s post from my other blog over at The 1951 Club. 😊

1951 Club

My Sunday Poem … # 25

There is a fine line between loneliness and solitude. Oftentimes I have crossed over from one side to the other and back again. The trick was in finding someone willing to cross over with me. I realise that now. So I wrote this poem.

The Island

There is an island
Set upon Emotion’s restless sea,
And subject to the winds and storms
Of life and living
We give a face to every waking hour
And dream of being free.

But we know so little of ourselves
We are children lost in a maze of mind
All path and purpose undefined
Aching to be understood
Failing to understand

Though I am weak and weary
And I may stumble on and on
Please take my hand
And know my love is strong.

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Marion Chesney (M.C.Beaton)

Routine Matters

Marion Chesney (M.C. Beaton)Marion Chesney (M.C. Beaton)

Marion Chesney is known primarily for the more than 100 historical romance novels she has published under her own name and under several pseudonyms: Helen Crampton, Ann Fairfax, Jennie Tremaine, and Charlotte Ward. But with the creation of Constable Hamish Macbeth in 1985 followed by amateur sleuth Agatha Raisin in 1992, she shifted from romances to writing the mystery novels that she is best known for writing under the pseudonym M.C. Beaton.


She lives with husband Harry at a cottage in the Cotswolds and writes in a small office on the top floor. Her writing routine is very simple but incredibly productive –

I crawl out of bed at nine o’clock – well maybe ten –  and write for two hours fortified by a cup of black coffee and cigarettes. You crank up the film in your head, and write what you see there. As an…

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This is a poem by my WordPress pal Dermott over at Postcard from a Pigeon.

Postcard from a Pigeon

Is it good to remember who we were,

does memory have an age?

To remember times when we were young,

returning youth to our doting stage.

How can a memory be old,

Stuck in the age when it unfolds?

Memory is time’s mirror,

Reflecting images lost in years,

Distorted thoughts,

A fairground terror .

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Update: Writing, Books…and Pods! #amwriting #writing #writerslife

This is a delightful post from Miss Georgina Cromarty over at the Writing Chimp.

And this is my adorable cat Halo Solero helping me while I was staying on Corfu.

G.L. Cromarty

Where we write…

I thought I would begin my writing update by sharing a little about my writer’s nook (or pod in my case).

The funny looking structure above is my writer’s pod (The bit on the left…the big bit is a bedroom). I call it a pod, because…it really is a little pod on stilts and the perfect place to hideaway and write.

Here is the view into the valley from my window, which of course I never look at because I’m so focused on my writing! Okay sometimes I peak.

The inside of my writer’s pod…it doesn’t normally look quite that tidy! And I am also normally squished onto one side of the desk to make space for my cats…and their blanket.

And this is Toby, who was snoozing beside me while I was writing yesterday.

Writing Update…

I’ve been busy with a couple of writerly things. Firstly…

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