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‘King of the Wood’ Finished (at last)

Thursday May 14th 2015

Update..Again!

Just a day or two ago I finished writing a story, and have done a first read plus edit. This story was born way back in the 1970’s, it now consists of 80,000 words and 186 pages. I feel rather pleased with myself about this story in particular because it started off as just a few hand written pages in an old school exercise book.

Scribbler

I do not look at myself as writer because before all this came to life I wrote lyrics and songs on the guitar and poetry when alone, or on a train, I used to enjoy train journeys when a teenager. My writing started with lyrics for the odd chord structure which I liked, many of the lyrics I still have, including the old writing book I used. Scribbling’s everywhere, odd phrases, odd lines even complete verses with a chord sequence written with them. After years of absence I could not recall what I originally had in mind. I remember sitting on my bed looking out the window on a rainy stormy night, enjoying the storm, the lightning the thunder and shadows of the night. This particular night I wrote a poem called ‘Within the Darkness of Night’. It could also be a song lyric, but was written as a poem. I have included it in this post. I ask if you read it think of yourself walking lonely streets on a stormy night, with lightening in the distant sky and thunder clapping over head. You are squinting your eyes protecting them from the heavy rain. You are soaked to the skin, shivering and felt completely alone. Each corner you turn shadows jump out at you making you startle, strange sounds and lightening creating its imaginary beings. Your mind goes mad, you are thinking of many scary things. Enjoy!

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Within the Darkness of Night!

The cat sleeps quietly, The street lights dim,

Everyone retires to bed,  Except for the misfit.

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The shadows of the night lurk, The owl hoots are scary,

Everyone shivers within their beds, Except for the misfit.

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The wind howls through the trees, Swaying back and forth,

Everyone sleeps through the horrors, Except for the misfit.

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River waters trickle quietly on, Sudden splash of jumping fish,

Everyone dreams of these beauties, Except for the misfit.

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Swaying trees creak and squeal, Tall dark shadows are staring

Everyone is happy in their sleep, Except for the misfit.

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Horrors of the darkness is his beauty, The lurking shadows of fear,

Everyone carries on sleeping, Except for the misfit.

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The night speaks to us all, Sounds quiver through the air,

Everyone still sleeps merrily on, Except for the misfit.

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Night drifts into day, all the beauty now deserts him,

Everyone awakes to this new day, Except for the misfit.

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Tonight when you go for a walk, Listen to the night talking

Then HE can sleep peacefully, HE can only be the Misfit.

Gerry A/C © May 2015

So my point is, the more poems I wrote, the more lyrics I wrote the more imaginative my mind became, it was then the beginnings of my story ‘King of the Wood’ was born. I hand wrote the tale in my exercise book, over the years I added small snippets to include when the time came. That time in 2011, when I discovered ‘Nanowrimo’ so the first half of the story was put into words on my computer. It was with this story I completed my first of four Nanowrimo’s. After writing 4 complete novel length stories I still call myself a scribbler. So from now on I will be known as ‘The Scribbler’.

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 I still have three to edit, in truth it is actually only two I remember doing one already, one pass that is..’The Parchment’.

Thank you for your time!

Restawyle

Gerry A/C May 14th 2015©

May 14, 2015 Posted by | Artistic., Feelings an Attitudes, Ghostly, Humourous, Interest, Love, Music, New Forest, News, Personal, Poetry, Space, Uncategorized | , , , , , , | 20 Comments

Taking the Stairs (poem)

Wednesday 13th May 2015.

450th Post, who would’ve thought it.

Taking the Stairs? [poem]

Pushing the button, I get locked away.

My vision is blinded, cannot see a thing.

Routine, same thing again today,

The sudden jolt, I hear a little ting.

Rising or falling, watching the number,

Seven, eight or nine, many more.

I am just like any other consumer,

Watching and waiting for the door.

Another ding, and the door parts,

I am still alone, on my own.

I stumble as it once again starts.

Something strange it starts to groan.

Numbers stop and red lights flash,

Heart rate rises, what do I do?

Calm down, do nothing brash,

Breathe calmly and wait for the crew.

Not again, second time this week.

Can only sit down and wait.

Once again do I turn a cheek,

Again it looks like I will be late.

Patience is now getting very thin,

They should start supplying chairs.

Uncertainty is getting under my skin.

From now on I’ll take the stairs.

Gerry A/C©

March 23rd 2015

May 13, 2015 Posted by | Artistic., Feelings an Attitudes, Humourous, Interest, Love, Music, New Forest, Personal, Poetry, Space | 18 Comments

WPC. Forces of Nature.

Saturday 9th May 2015

Forces of Nature

This week, share a force of nature from your corner of the world.

heavy Skies

Very Heavy Skies. It was not very nice being underneath.

rainbow

A Beautiful Rainbow. The picture didn’t pick up the second one.

lightening

A Lightening Show. I was not very successful at capturing any good photos. This was my best offering.

 

 https://cobbie69.wordpress.com/cropped-sitting-on-a-porch-21.jpgPop over, have a look and let me know.

hippie-g.jpg  Restawyle. Gerry A/C May 2015©

May 9, 2015 Posted by | Feelings an Attitudes, Ghostly, Humourous, Interest, Music, New Forest, Personal, Space, Uncategorized | 17 Comments

Confused or What!

Originally posted on Sitting on the Porch 2:

Wednesday 29th April 2015

Confused or What!

I have looked so hard,

Tried to see what is there.

But my mind lets me down.

Up and down, everywhere.

The blacks and grey,

All mingle, blend, blur and fuse.

Other people, they look and say,

Those two trees they do not amuse.

Edges looking frosty and dark,

A cold winters morn.

No birds, not even a lark,

Only snow those hills adorn.

Lonely they stand, clouds above,

Blotches of cloud float high.

Here I see no love.

Sadness now, time to sigh.

Maybe I see no snow,

Just grey and white with some black.

Meaning what? I don’t know,

Like I said, I see nothing, vision I lack.

Simplicity it certainly shows,

Again my view, probably wrong.

The picture showing no rows,

Time for guitar, must play a song.

Gerry A/C© March 2015.

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May 3, 2015 Posted by | Personal | 4 Comments

‘Emily’ — The Newest Story in Our Fiction Section

Originally posted on DEBUT WRITERS JOURNAL:

YEARS IN PERSPECTIVE - SEPIA
“Emily” is the newest short story added to our Fiction section of Debut Writers Journal. The story is by author Lyra McCarty, who has participated in three different creative writing classes at JALC.

Lyra writes fiction, non-ficton, and poetry, and she especially likes dealing with unique subject matter. This story is a futuristic piece that tugs on the emotions and challenges the practical mind.

To read “Emily” just follow the link.

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April 30, 2015 Posted by | Personal | 4 Comments

WPC – Motion

Saturday 25th April 2015.

Motion

This week, share your photographs that have captured motion, and tell us the stories behind the images.

Disney World 2003 052

Neptune at Magic Kingdom

 

The Manta April 9 2010 1

The Manta – Sea World Orlando

 

Disney 08 293

Leaping water worms. Epcot.

 

 

Restawyle

 

Gerry A/C 2015©

April 25, 2015 Posted by | Feelings an Attitudes, Humourous, Interest, Love, Music, News, Personal, Space, Uncategorized | , , , , , , | 16 Comments

WPC – Early Birds, well not quite.

Friday 17th April 2015.

Early Bird

For this week’s photo challenge, get up early and explore the morning light.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_photo_challenge/early-bird/

misty morn

Early Morning in the Park

 

 

 

Swan

Early Bird, the white Queen

 

 

 

Misty Morn1

Misty Morning.

Gerry A/C© 2015

Restawyle

April 17, 2015 Posted by | Artistic., Ghostly, Interest, Love, New Forest, Personal, Uncategorized | 27 Comments

Sway Tower. (A Folly!)

Wednesday 15th April 2015.

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Peterson’s Folly.

Sway is perhaps best known for its Sway Tower. It is a Grade II listed building. It is also known as “Peterson’s Folly”

Built by Andrew Thomas Turton Peterson on his private estate, its design was influenced by the follies Peterson had seen during his time in India. It is constructed entirely out of concrete made with Portland cement, with only the windows having iron supports. It remains the tallest non-reinforced concrete structure in the world.

The tower is visible from much of the New Forest, and most of the western Solent. A smaller 50-foot (15 m) folly, built as a ‘prototype’, stands in a group of trees to the north of the taller tower.There are many small concrete features (mainly walls) to be found in Milford, Sway and Hordle.

 

Sway tower is visible from all over the southern part of the New Forest. It stands 218 feet high, too tall and slender to be mistaken for a church tower. From close to it is elegant, with Gothic detailing to the windows. The tower, and many of the buildings around, were built from concrete, then a new material, in the second half of the 19th century by A.T.T.

Peterson, a retired Indian judge who had great faith in its potential. He was also interested in spiritualism, and he is supposed to have been in touch with Sir Christopher Wren, via a medium, for advice on the design of the tower (which must have been difficult for Wren as he had no knowledge of concrete)

Peterson’s other concrete buildings were constructed before the tower, and are mostly useful-many walls, a house with a tower, and so on. The tower seems to have no purpose: he apparently wanted to put a light on the top, but this was prevented because it would have been a danger to shipping. The view from the top, up 330 steps, is said to be wonderful. He intended that he and his wife should be buried at the base of the tower, under two table-like stones, but his wife insisted on an orthodox burial in the churchyard at Sway. Peterson died in London, and his ashes were buried in the tower. They were exhumed in 1957 and reburied in his wife’s grave.

Work on the tower started in 1879, and finished in 1885. Local unemployed men were used, and well paid. No scaffolding was used the concrete being cast in wooden frames 18 inches high, and a crane inside the building hauled materials up into place. 

Sway Tower was built by eccentric Yorkshireman Andrew Peterson in 1879

Story /Novel Update

On a previous post I told everyone that I had finished my novel ‘Birth of the Wizard Prince’ well, instead of editing I decide to dig out my original story ‘King of the Wood’ (subtitled Knight of the Oak)which was born in my head way back in the 1970’s and was eventually started for my 2011 Nanowrimo. I had never finished, it has been on my hard drive since then. I had now read through it editing it where necessary and adding or improving what I could and just this week I have started writing and hopefully finish it shortly. I am hoping I will stick to my story line and not keep veering off in directions.

RestawyleGerry A/C 2015.

April 15, 2015 Posted by | Artistic., Ghostly, Interest, Love, Music, New Forest, News, Personal, Poetry, Uncategorized | 28 Comments

Outlandish Knight.

Saturday 4th April 2015

Forest song

Outlandish Knight

Outlandish Knight words

Restawyle

Gerry A/C 2015

April 4, 2015 Posted by | Artistic., Feelings an Attitudes, Interest, Love, Music, New Forest, Personal, Poetry, Space, Uncategorized | 16 Comments

Crinkle Crankum. [Wavy Walls]

Saturday 28th March 2015

By Gerry A/C

Sunday 24th February 2013 first appeared on Legendary Post where I am, or was a guest poster, I haven’t posted for a long while. I have included the link for this site hosted by James..    https://thedarkglobe.wordpress.com/  I did find this post through my Evernote program.

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A crinkle crankle wall, also known as a crinkum crankum, serpentine, ribbon or wavy wall, is an unusual type of garden wall.

crinkle-crankle, crinkum-crankum. Garden-wall, usually aligned east–west so that one side faces south, on a plan of elongated S-shaped curves joined in a continuous ribbon or serpentine form that stiffens the wall, enabling it to be less thick than a straight wall would have to be for stability, and removing the need for any buttresses.

The crinkle crankle wall economizes on bricks, despite its sinuous configuration, because it can be made just one brick thin. If a wall this thin were to be made in a straight line, without buttresses, it would easily topple over. The alternate convex and concave curves in the wall provide stability and help it to resist lateral forces

Wavy Walls, Church Lane, Lymington

Wavy Walls, Church Lane, Lymington – map

The Wavy Walls of Lymington
Hanoverian soldiers constructed this wavy wall at the beginning of the 19th century, the soldiers were in exile from the Napoleon wars and lived in Church lane.
They built the wall in a style that was then common in Northern Germany, the wavy shape gives the wall extra strength and can be built with only a single brick width.
After this French prisoners of war were responsible for building many more wavy walls in Lymington and surrounding areas.

There are also wavy walls on the other side of the road, these were built by the author Dennis Wheatley who lived at Grove Place from 1945 to 1969. When he moved to his London flat in 1969 all items that he couldn’t house were auctioned, these included 1,000 bottles of spirits and wines (before he became an author he worked in his father’s wine business in Mayfair).

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Back in the late 60’s and 70’s my usual haunts and hangouts were in Lymington Hampshire in the UK  in the New Forest. Since I started this line for my posts, Fables and Tales and the unusual of the New Forest, my home area.I have found  it to be  quite strange as to how close I was, am to history and not taking a much if any notice of it at the time. These walls for examples, most are built in the county of Suffolk and only 25 elsewhere in the country, and here in Lymington there is two. And during these years of my life, I and a couple of friends spent much of our time in Lymington. I am very surprised with these walls, passing them regularly and not actually taking any notice of them.

We, that is my friends and I would often travel this road as a short cut to a friends house, and never once did either of realise the writer living here or even building a wall of his own.

Now with these stories, I am learning so much and am enjoying this journey once again. Taking me back to the times of my life that meant so much in more ways than just music, even though much can be related with music. I wonder if any of you experienced the same  thing, realising things from your past and what they really are or mean or just something special.

 

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A wall with serpentine curves for growing fruit, dating in Britain from the mid-18th century. Its curving lines gave added strength, thus avoiding the need for buttressing.

crinkle-crankle wall, Vann, Godalming, Surrey, England

http://www.geograph.org.uk/gallery/crinkle_crankle_or_serpentine_walls_15374   For a few more pictures.

Restawyle

Gerry A/C 2015

March 28, 2015 Posted by | Artistic., Feelings an Attitudes, Ghostly, Humourous, Interest, Love, Music, New Forest, Personal, Space, Uncategorized | 24 Comments

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