I am on holiday for the next week or so so will start my proper blogging when I come back. Do check back later. It will be worth the wait and do remember that there are two opinions on any topic; mine and the wrong one.
It isn’t that Eddie thinks it’s right because he believes it, Eddie believes it because it’s right.!
Treat the previous posts on ths blog as practice runs. I might update them as time goes on.
Think about it.
Have fun everyone
I am once more going to combine my blogs into one: this one.
My main pursuits, or at least the ones I’m gonna talk about in public are:
I am a writer.
I will discuss on this site my storytelling and writing
In the past I have mainly written poetry, satire and humour but am now compiling a story about a vampire.
If you like vampire stories you will hate this one. If you hate vampire stories you then will love this one (hopefully)!
I am also writing my memoirs of the time I enjoyed the night life and being surrounded by birds…
I enjoy reading and will post book reports and reviews.
I mainly read nonfiction and biographies but also some other stuff, mostly Victorian novels; you know, the ones you can get for free on Kindle.
I am a ‘student’ of relgion and theology and will use this site to post my thoughts on all things spiritual.
For my sins I am an ordained minister of the Universal Life Church but I don’t have access to a pulpit so will preach on here.
I like gardening and will chip in with a comment or two about that as well.
So this site will contain posts about the three Rs Reading, Writing and Religion and one G…Gardening!
I will endeavour to indicate what topic each post is about so that you can skip thse ones that don’t interest you.
I might upload some of my stuff from my other blog posts or I might not; I’ll leave you in suspense about that!
Think about it.
All Writers Are Vain, Selfish and Lazy – http://www.advicetowriters.com/home/2018/6/17/all-writers-are-vain-selfish-and-lazy.html
I read this quite from Georgia boy and recognised he was taking about me!
I am reading the book ‘My India’ by Jim Corbett. Jim Corbett was a Big Game Hunter turned benvironmentalist and wildlife photographer who flourished in the first half of the 20th Century. I already have a copy of his book ‘Maneaters of Kumaon’ detailing his later exploits of hunting and shooting man eating tigers in India, oth books are wonderfully written and highly enjoyable (if you can leave aside your squeamishness for a while) and if the tales he relates are true they are truly wonderful!
Now, I have liistened to more than my fair share of bullsh*tters and tall tale tellers relating all sorts of wondrous deeds yet am still inclined to believe this chap because all the liars I have met have spun tales about their own derring do and brushes with death but Jim ta;ks about other peoples deeds and dangers as well as his own which is uncommon for liars and braggarts to do.
He tells of when he was hunting a tiger wth a chap called Har Singh when they were surprised by a tiger. Jim had learnt to climb a tree but Har Singh hadn’t, so while Jim scaled his tree Har Singh was crushed to the trunk of his by the tiger! The tiger had stretched its arms around the tree and according to Jim’s tale… started to claw big bits of bark and wood off the far side of the tree. While it was so engaged Har Singh was screaming and the tiger was roaring
Jim frightened off the tiger by firing shots from his rifle into the air and went down to help his friend.
‘He found that one of the tiger’s claws had entered his stomach and torn the lning from near his navel to near his backbone away and that all his insides had fallen out.
He wondered whether it would be best to cut off all the insides that were now outside or to put them all back inside. He chose the latter course so gathered up all the dangling bits and covered as they were with leaves and grass and bits of sticks put them all back inside, then winding a cloth round Har Singh’s wound and with the man holding the ‘bandage’ in place they walked the seven miles back to their village when they got near to home they decided it would be better to go a further three miles to the hospital where they could get help. When they got there the hospital was shut but the doctor who lived close by was awake so with the help of a local shopkeeper who held up a lantern Jim held the two sides of the wound together while the doctor sewed it up. Har Singh survived and died many years later of old age but as Jim commented ‘it is important that everyone hunting tigers should know how to climb trees; if Har Singh had learnt how to do so he woyuld have saved us all a lot of trouble…
For a number of years I have been composing a novel of EPIC proportions but have now had to concede that the story is not the type of what EPICs are made of so I am having to break it down into a series of short stories and flash fiction episodes to try and retain the reader’s attention.
I’m also having a job in retaining the writer’s attention because it is, deliberately, an unremittingly miserable story about the unremittingly miserable life of an unremittingly miserable man and takes place ovewr a pewriod of 200 years or so (the main character is a ‘vampire’! If you like vampire stories you will hate this one, if you hate vampire stories you will like this one!)
Or I might go easy on myself and change it to story to one about fluffy bunnies playing in fields of green candy by a lemonade fountain!
In the Humble Opinion of Eddie 