When Writing Time is Relative
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The month of July is when my wife and I take our “long
vacation” at our Cornish retreat in the heart of the Camel Valley. I say long,
because we also take several short breaks during the year but the fortnight or
so we spend in July – before the schools break up – is the one for the re-charging
of batteries but also catching up with old friends we have made since we began
coming here some seven years ago. I try to look upon this time when I can look
for ideas and inspiration for future poems or articles or postings on my website,
Faith Matters but am not always successful.
The desk light shines its beacon across the top
Where the PC lies open, at a site called The Moth;
The China mug with horses’ rests on a Supa Dad coaster,
A treasured possession, that once belonged to my late
father.
Insomnia grips me like an ancient affliction,
And yet, it seems the best time for new creation.
The artistic mind fights its battles on so many fronts,
Like Armchair Generals, always willing to retreat or is it advance?
At Writers Circle last evening, we plotted novels and opening
passages,
Prose to stimulate & excite, characters fleshed out,
plotlines made more concise.
Symbol of short-term society at a glance,
Retractable pencil is banished to the pot, while I try to at
least
Give this new technology its chance.
Essay, poem, sketch or short story, which genre should I
turn my mind to tonight?
I turn on iplayer for
some much-needed inspiration,
Seeking something a little less topical in flavour perhaps.
Politics is so sterile today, nobody trades real insults anymore.
“Debate” is all about sound bites crafted solely for the
24hr news,
Not sure what they intend: to inform, to frustrate or to
amuse?
A few musings on those loved ones
Who have passed to their eternal rewards;
While those who are left, return to the grind
Knowing they are still being watched from heaven above.
The screensaver appears, of my Grandson, Michael,
Resplendent in his Ladies Man sweater, now nine
months old
And already trying to walk, memories of his father in years
past,
A new generation to bear the family name; a lot to live up
to;
God willing, he’ll be equal to the task.
Can be heard against the enveloping silence;
I sketch out ideas, checks lengths of verse and use of
iambic pentameters,
Even the creaking of old floorboards cannot disturb my
literary thrall.
They say the darkest hour is before the dawn,
But at least the moonless sky guards against distractions.
At last I feel the arrival of welcome slumber
So I put down my pen and close the book;
Fortune indeed may favour the brave: but only,
When you’re lucid enough to join in that number.
Michael Cronogue originally from London now resides in Walsall in West Midlands region of UK. Writer and blogger discussing matters of faith and theology on his website www.michaelcronogue.com He holds a Bachelor of Arts in Theology from the Queen’s Foundation Birmingham (Newman University). He is also a Methodist Worship Leader and serves as a volunteer Chaplain with the West Midlands Police Service.
You're braver than me, Michael. When I'm woken with a possible, great, creative idea in the middle of the night, I often just turn over and go back to sleep! In the morning I wonder if the world will be a poorer place for my slumber. Tee hee.
ReplyDeleteHi Sheila, being nocturnal by nature does have its advantages sometimes. Thanks for your kind comment.
DeleteWhat a beautiful post. I love the poem
ReplyDeleteHi Wendy, many thanks for your kind comments much appreciated.
ReplyDeleteI am a morning person too. Lovely post and I also enjoyed the poem.You are a poet as well! Blessings.
ReplyDeleteThanks Sophia
Delete‘Only the scratching of my pen’ I think I’ve written the same line in my morning journal a few times. Do you find waking up & getting up early doesn't by itself instil the quietness to hear the scratch of the pen? That seems to happen haphazardly for me but great when it does. I enjoyed your post: early mornings, Cornwall, and Doom Bar are all things that resonate with me!
ReplyDeleteHi John, never really been a 'morning person' but on occasion have been known to wake up at the crack of sparrows although I do find late night/early hours is my best time for creativity. Thanks for your kind comments, we are going back in about four weeks for a long weekend - can't wait!!
DeleteMussels and Doom Bar! Yes please. I used to work for Cornish Life (and Devon Life) back in the day and was responsible for the wine and dine section of the magazine. Lots of your blog resonates with me and brings back happy memories.
ReplyDeleteHi Ruth, oh yes cannot beat a pint of doom bar, become very popular outside Cornwall too I notice. Thanks for your kind comments.
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