I made a rather long reply to Chris Martin’s blog. Here it is–hopefully and eventually, more throughly edited. It seemed like a good time to inaugurate a subblog because at such time, I find I express myself rather better and rather more passionately even if in a more plain spoken way.
You do manage to garner a large share of comments. Apart from my #1 fan, I hardly get any!
My take on peer review in general: You don’t need peer review, you need expert review.
…blank verse first, rhymes last sonnet. I spent enough time on this one that I’ll put the former in the queue. I prefer this version. It’s at least up to the minimum standard in that the flow of iambs are mostly preserved. It’s currently scheduled to go up on the 7th of October.
What is it about some number of us? So talented? Well educated? Eclectic? Well read? What makes us choose to be cabbies and maintenance men, and dishwashers, and janitors? I have often wondered what is the common thread in those of us who fit that description.
I am a 49 year old maintenance man who wants to write for a living. My first novel, “Catskinner’s Book” is now available on Amazon, and I am working on a sequel.
“What Terrifies Me” was written as part of a writer’s challenge on LiveJournal about five years ago. It is a personal essay, I guess you’d call it.
Misha Burnett
I had originally reblogged this from plain friends blog, but there was no way to move it here. other than to create a new post.
…books in general, the more I think I like my own budding ideas as regards alternate forms of presentation. It will take some work to iron it all out, if you will, but nothing worthy is without work. Unfortunately. And fortunately.
…his own blog, does he go blind?
(I’m just wondering)
…related in a way I just discovered. Regarding these two, the first is a reflection of an ode to S.T.C. (of Ancient Mariner fame) Which is written in iambic heptameter in ten couplets, or five quatrains, if you prefer (and incidentally, the way it was originally written.) This ode will you find down below within the grey box. Continue reading
…a blog. I thought the comment sounded like haiku; and so it became; and then, I made it to rhyme for some strange reason:
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David Emeron: Sonnets 