There is a castle I live in, with glass walls that kiss the sky.
It holds clasped around it an air of mystique, of whispered secrets and hushed murmurs, cloaked around those four glass walls no one has seen within. There are no doors and windows, no way of entering at all. The glass is tinted, so that everything inside is merely a grey blur.
Inside: the grass is dead, the air stale.
Each day, I step outside, and I am remoulded, recast into different flesh, en vogue.
I step outside and my shadow is lighter, as though I have left a shade of it behind.
I step outside, and my world is anything I want it to be.
I can be one amidst a million again, a thread blending seamlessly into the cloth. Or I can be a single streak of silver against black.
I am a storyteller: telling…
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So, as the title asks, who noticed the different chapter numbers between post part two and three?
Life certainly does get in the way. The result was my blog slipping into the abyss of things forgotten. A habit I must work to avoid in the future.
Here is a question I recently posed myself. Why have a blog if you do little or nothing with it?
“Good grief” I cry out before thinking about the question. Sadly I find my answer a little recriminatory and a slight personal challenge. I started it to share and perhaps gain some personal growth, and one of those growth areas is to continue with something new and not lose focus or let myself be diverted with distractions. Oh wait, I still need to share as well
“Oh the distractions,” I hear myself moan, “all of life is a distraction in one way or another.”
So perhaps it’s time to consider those distractions as tools and in some cases actual adventures. Not an Indiana Jones adventure maybe but adventures none the less.
As for sharing, well that the recrimination part. Obviously, I’m not going to share what I eat on a daily basis nor what I find comfortable to wear in bed. (for those who know me I ‘m sorry for the image.) What I will promise is not to post or share an overabundance of trivia about what funny cats, dog, people and mottos I’ve seen. There are enough people on facebook who do that already. I mean where do they find the time to look for these?
Yesterday, when I looked at my site, I realised with some embarrassment it has been around three months since I last submitted a post. While I sit here, I can hear the voice of Septa Unella balling out “Shame… Shame…” while she chimes the bell. My only blessing is there are no angry peasants in my study throwing their expelled waste at me.
Hence I will do what I have done with writing my manuscript… Make the time!
If I can teach myself to make the time to write then I can damn well make the time to blog.
At least once a week anyway (he adds meekly).
Some of you may well ask, why have a nickname like Kreative-Droid? For one thing, it sounds so much better than creative-nerd or a really clever bloke who enjoys Sci-Fi and while I may not be a Michael Angelo or Monet or even in the league of JK Rowling and Isaac Asimov or even those talented people in the movie industries special effects industry. Yet, however lacking I may consider myself against those above, I still like to create things.
I suppose it began when I was a child who realized he liked to make things, which led to assembling model airplane kits and it is the same with building models and like many things in life, there is progression. The result is going from crude gluing and minimal painting, if any paint at all, to now adding sound and lights. The end results winning various awards in competitions. In fact, I still have a model in my collection that survived my life for over forty years.
Another thing I had as a child was a pretty damn good imagination. This led me to tell stories and play games full of monsters, bad guys and places other than the back yards of Brisbane. Of course, this imagination was fueled by reading. In the beginning, was Dr. Suess then came the ‘Little Golden books series, as long as the book wasn’t too girly. As I grew I started reading abridged versions of Jules Verne novels, before moving over to H.G. Well, Asimov, James Blish and more.
Leap forward to the late 70’s and I write my first manuscript, hand-written on two foolscap pads, which I have misplaced long ago. Now we step out of the TARDIS in Christmas week of 2015. I turn to my lovely wife and declare I will write a novel.