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The Summoning of the Muse
Such a pretty day on the calendar. I could not help but recall another 22nd November. Not the usual suspect of Friday 22nd November 1963 in Dallas Texas but rather Friday 22nd November 2013 at the Dome Memorial Cafe in Victoria Park. Just outside of downtown Dursleyville
It was a scheduled Nanowrimo write in and I had chosen to write about a zombie invasion of the city and a charismatic leader who declared that only he could save the city from the shuffling hordes
It was kind of creepy because once I got into the zone, this character Theodore Addams started giving stump speeches and rallying his rag tag army of lycra louts with words bearing an uncanny resemblance to the content of the Gettysburg Address. Not to be outdone, John F Kennedy insisted on his 15 minutes of fame too. All a bit peculiar since I actually based him on one Tony Abbott who had just won an Australian federal election that September.
It’s those magical moments in the zone that make all the drudgery worth while. The give away serpent signs often involve Biblical texts such as when the same character - a born again atheist goes to a fortune teller just to take the piss and she goes all Magnificat on him and his mission to vanquish the mighty and to raise the lowly to great heights. Suddenly he finds her very believable but still plots and schemes to get her tried and burned as a witch.
Now after recent incidents especially the astonishing and appalling Pettysberg press release from the White House concerning one Jamal Khashoggi (who was supposed to be the original inspiration for this year’s story until the invasion of assorted Dursley Dramas) I cannot help but wonder what it would be like for a character to channel the present occupant of the White House.
I did have fun with a devil who did just that very thing a week before the infamous election of 2016 but the story got bogged down with being way too close to recent events. After spending day time stalking Don the Con, the last thing the serpent wanted to do at night time was to try channel him on to the page
While I always make quota most days of the month wth extra words built in as a buffer in case of ‘emergencies’ once again the story has become completely derailed and ended up as little more than endless sessions of Morning Pages and conversations with Daisy and Dudley along with attempts to banish the Beast by tossing his toxic emanations into the Pensieve in order to clear out the grey cells and to try make sense of the chaos.
If I could choose one Tarot card to represent this month it would have to be The Tower. Things are all falling apart and story writing is the last source of structure in the chaos.
I have also rediscovered the seriously spooky music of the Celestial Siren. Also known as Lisa Gerrard. If I had not seen her in concert myself, I would not have believed it were possible for a mere mortal to have such an ethereal voice.
This music brings me back to the dark days of 1990 when I was first introduced to Daad Can Dance by a coworker in a nursing home on the outskirts of Hamburg.
Like back to ancient times, a prophet is rarely recognized in her own country. I had assumed that Lisa Gerrard was Irish but it turned out she was Australian. She seems to be far more known in Britain, Germany and the rest of mainland Europe than in her own homeland.
I have also discovered that Lisa's secret super power is as the Bringer of the Green Lights.
Yes. I suspect lightning does indeed strike twice but I will not know for absolutely certain until this Saturday when Petunia’s pride and joy - her house and Garden of Eden goes under the hammer because Vernon Dursley wants it GOING, GOING, GONE.
And the sad saga of the sale of Number 4 Privet Drive is the story that has hijacked the original serpent plans for this month and also accounts for the almost complete serpent absence from these pages
It was a scheduled Nanowrimo write in and I had chosen to write about a zombie invasion of the city and a charismatic leader who declared that only he could save the city from the shuffling hordes
It was kind of creepy because once I got into the zone, this character Theodore Addams started giving stump speeches and rallying his rag tag army of lycra louts with words bearing an uncanny resemblance to the content of the Gettysburg Address. Not to be outdone, John F Kennedy insisted on his 15 minutes of fame too. All a bit peculiar since I actually based him on one Tony Abbott who had just won an Australian federal election that September.
It’s those magical moments in the zone that make all the drudgery worth while. The give away serpent signs often involve Biblical texts such as when the same character - a born again atheist goes to a fortune teller just to take the piss and she goes all Magnificat on him and his mission to vanquish the mighty and to raise the lowly to great heights. Suddenly he finds her very believable but still plots and schemes to get her tried and burned as a witch.
Now after recent incidents especially the astonishing and appalling Pettysberg press release from the White House concerning one Jamal Khashoggi (who was supposed to be the original inspiration for this year’s story until the invasion of assorted Dursley Dramas) I cannot help but wonder what it would be like for a character to channel the present occupant of the White House.
I did have fun with a devil who did just that very thing a week before the infamous election of 2016 but the story got bogged down with being way too close to recent events. After spending day time stalking Don the Con, the last thing the serpent wanted to do at night time was to try channel him on to the page
While I always make quota most days of the month wth extra words built in as a buffer in case of ‘emergencies’ once again the story has become completely derailed and ended up as little more than endless sessions of Morning Pages and conversations with Daisy and Dudley along with attempts to banish the Beast by tossing his toxic emanations into the Pensieve in order to clear out the grey cells and to try make sense of the chaos.
If I could choose one Tarot card to represent this month it would have to be The Tower. Things are all falling apart and story writing is the last source of structure in the chaos.
I have also rediscovered the seriously spooky music of the Celestial Siren. Also known as Lisa Gerrard. If I had not seen her in concert myself, I would not have believed it were possible for a mere mortal to have such an ethereal voice.
This music brings me back to the dark days of 1990 when I was first introduced to Daad Can Dance by a coworker in a nursing home on the outskirts of Hamburg.
Like back to ancient times, a prophet is rarely recognized in her own country. I had assumed that Lisa Gerrard was Irish but it turned out she was Australian. She seems to be far more known in Britain, Germany and the rest of mainland Europe than in her own homeland.
I have also discovered that Lisa's secret super power is as the Bringer of the Green Lights.
Yes. I suspect lightning does indeed strike twice but I will not know for absolutely certain until this Saturday when Petunia’s pride and joy - her house and Garden of Eden goes under the hammer because Vernon Dursley wants it GOING, GOING, GONE.
And the sad saga of the sale of Number 4 Privet Drive is the story that has hijacked the original serpent plans for this month and also accounts for the almost complete serpent absence from these pages