Dublin

DUBLIN Stone statues view strangely the sights below Copper dye melts around the hallowed heads And drips down to form pools of green. They sit upon the ancient stones And watch the urgency far below. Tram tracks now covered deep. The old ways  buried with layers of seasons past. Dublin watches with her dons of old Her Georgian facades hide songs of older times She moves within her cast of sculptures; frozen. Rusty steel arches stands...

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The discipline of writing.

Is there a write (pun) way  to procrastinate or does it come naturally? Yes. I do it while I’m thinking about the next rush of words that fills a sentence or paragraph. Procrastination helps me look at a sentence from many points of view. Does it stop me writing? No. I think it makes me more focused. So why am I writing this post instead of finishing my novel? I am doing both. If words are coming out of me: its a good day. My job is to...

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Why is a re-write so important?

As a writer you spend months writing the first draft of your manuscript.You type the last word and part one of the process has been completed. That is a huge accomplishment in itself, but it’s not over yet. Now you have something to work with: something to edit and polish. Will it change? Will the story hold up to scrutiny and to the feedback of editors, readers and critiques? Time will tell. This is the best part of writing. The polishing...

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Stone Journey. (The Clare Poem)

Stone Journey (The Clare Poem)   What is it, Anu? This water pouring across the plain Of Desmond to the sea. Down the limestone steps of karsted hills. Through furrowed fields and into the wild Atlantic’s glare, Below the sculpted cliffs of Clare. Rushing now with meter in our steps. Gunneling. Running, and forever onward. Why me? Why did you love me back there? Why did you hide our passion in your shawl? Why did we venture into...

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Inukshuks

    Inukshuks Rushing! Whizzing! Cutting thru the rocky spine of Canada. Speeding south and sun-bound. Returning to humidity and hot nights. Pure crystal clear skies live here When stones align as little people. They beckon us home. Asking us to stay and share our spirits for a minute. We rush south towards the chaos And the concrete of Toronto. A meeting place beside the lake. Where our native friends called sacred. Now a social...

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The process of getting published.

Here is an example of a reply from a query to an agent.     Thank you for giving the XYC a chance to consider your work. Unfortunately this is not right for us. We are replying as soon as possible to give you the best chance of finding the right agent. We specialise in commercial fiction tailor made for the mass market and therefore we have to be confident of substantial sales quantities before taking on a new project. We receive over...

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