Saturday, August 15, 2009

The Marriage of Mole

Now, I have written a few paragraphs of this story and struggle with the structure. I had hoped to finish the draft and then archive this story for a while to age. Well I should work on it some this week and hope my muse will return so I can move on to the next story.

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The Marriage of Mole


For some years before his marriage the mold of solitude had invaded his life as none, nor manner of species had imagined, and he was neither content nor displeasured by the turn of events. There were just moments of solitude where he became remorse, but not angry with his situation. A few times during each week he cried, as a child without the quilt of an adult, but these moments were of not panged or anguish; not such that he released the pains that buried deeply in his heart.


The days of his lonely existence began with a modest breakfast a slice of toast, one fried egg, and a sliver of ham that he purchased each Sunday morning. There were not special moments that he shared with anyone. He sat with his back against the wall and stared at nothing in particular. The morning came as it should and so he gathered himself and cleaned the few dishes before returning to his bedroom for a shower. He paused long enough in the parlour to watch the people pass in front of his apartment.


Today he would meet Svetlana, as he promised, and muster the courage to ask her what he had so wanted for many months. He would propose a question, in hopes that she would be so inclined to consider his request. This was his chance to learn if her affections were true, and if she would become his wife.


Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Seo Geap Dohtor

This story is proving harder to write than I thought. But I will visit Belfast soon and hope to have the outline done by June. I like this story because it is set during the Irish conflict around the 1960's. There is a betrayal of a daughter and father conflict that I find interesting to write.

Don't know exactly when it will be done, as I need several trips about Ireland to get the inspiration for all the characters and locations.

Jon

Where has Natasha gone?

Another love gone for now, but what was lost might not have been forgotten. There are times in every writers life when they seek more than the loneliness of composition and search for something new. I chose to search for love of all things. But I do not regret that my opportunity for finding a life partner failed.

I wrote a couple new stories: The Tort of Silence was one that I hope to complete soon. I also went back to work on Hannigan's Meadow and hope to have some more chapters completed within the next month or so.

I think love is empty without trust, fidelity, and honesty. What is life with someone you can't trust? I wish that this time with Natasha gives me more insights into my desire to complete another novel, work on the next few, and put more effort into my short stories.

I am almost ready to begin submitting several of my short stories for publication.

Wish me luck!!!

Jon