Well,
hi guys!
I’m
not dead (yet) but I’m sort of dead to the world... I reside exclusively in the
world where my heart is... the story that unravels now for me and that I try to
write down.
I’ve
started occasionally to scribble some verse for the blog but stopped every time.
That is because all (of my) poetry comes out sad, most (of my) thoughts that lend
themselves to poetry are sad, and I don't want to be sad. I’ve had it with
feeling at the bottom of a deep well (I do feel like that a lot of the time)
and looking up at a patch of blue sky that seems infinitely far. So I am wary
of all 'poetic' thoughts...
(This is an illustration from "The Green Ray" by Jules Verne, translated by M. de Hauteville, 1883)
I’ve also started writing a review or two or other thoughts on various subjects but never got to finishing them. (One thing I have to say though is this: Karen Marie Moning is brilliant and her series Fever is brilliant. If you haven’t read it, check it out. Need I say that it is brilliant? Barrons and V'lane - enough said... :-) )
However, I
think of you often and I miss terribly the thoughtful exchanges with my blogging
friends, the daily snippets of beauty and wisdom, or just the news of your
whereabouts and of your endeavours. I apologize for not replying to all those
kind enough to comment on my two most recent posts. But I’m not leaving this
place and I hope to be truly back one day.
Amazingly,
Chick with a Quill is seven years old today.
14 comments:
I've missed you. There are seasons in everyone's life. May this season of hibernation and reflection be healing for you.
I have really missed your blog a lot!! I hope things get better soon, my friend.
I tend to write poetry out of sadness too. Not completely sure why. But the mood doesn't usually linger long after the poem is done so I don't mind so much.
So... write a short romantic comedy story instead. :)
Ah shit, if your thoughts make you sad, then be sad, glad be glad, breathless the don't breathe, horny-get laid. Roll with it kiddo. It is alright to not write it is NOT alright to not feel.
Love You
nice...on 7 years...
its good to know you are still alive even if your thoughts are heavy right now...today is a new day and i hope a little sun shines on you.
Melancholia makes artists. writing and creating is a result of pain. pain reminds us that life hurts sometimes. but it reminds us that we feel, and if we feel, it means we are alive, whether we wish to be or not. We can sink or swim; if we choose to swim, we must choose to swim well. i like what you have to say, Vesper, no matter the etiology. Au revoir, cherie
it's good to see you back even if it's for a short posting. hopefully your writing will be fuller and happier soon. but, until then enjoy the sad poems for what they share with and bring to you. have a great day~
Thinking of you, Vesper, and wishing you a happy anniversary. Someday, we'll all have a reunion of sorts. :)
__Often, the >contrary< can amplify; sadness passed, will enhance the gladness.
this fresh sun
sets aside the sour fog
bird song
So good to see you again, sending you... happy wishes! _m
I hope everything turns out well - sometimes the obstacles are there to help.
Be well, dear Vesper.
(and Happy, though belated, Bloggiversary)
SzF
Did I just miss that you are writing a book (again) Heee :)
Keep on writin' dear!
hey you.
hope you are well...been watching for something new by you...
how is summer in your neck of the world?
My friends, thank you all! I don't even know how to say how much I appreciate you. Thank you from my heart for being here.
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