Move It!

MOVE IT!!!

Yeah, I gots to move it. I have an actual deadline as I have to be somewhere in three hours. Ugh! But I was needed and I didn't hesitate. But sheot! It would have been nice to say no. Damn me!

Well, there are worse things...I just can't think of them at the moment.

Yeah, right now, I'm wishing I hadn't been needed or called. I want to stand up and curse a blue streak about it! Really.

But, I have to finish blogging as once I leave, I won't be back today.

So, I think I'll be toddling off now.

Take care, and I'll be back tomorrow.

 

Charles Petrie

 

 

Ugh! Eh? Really?

Ugh! Here I am again writing another entry in  the least of my blogs. Oh hush AOL, I can say that, it's nothing against you, it's just your playground and I don't mesh as well as the others. lol. Hehehe! =)

Wow, things happen. I can get ridiculously frustrated over certain things and then want to curse and swear over and over again, taking it as a personal vendetta from Life to me. It isn't, it can't possibly be..but it feels like it. Arrghhh! =(

 

But Sweetness Comes

 

But sweetness comes

In some goodly shape

And lovely form

Making such little trials

As done forgot

 

So a smile dances

Upon the face

And a rolling of

Playful eyes

Is the order

Of the moment

 

No not the first

For ever has it been

The way of me

That angers little

Boil up and beyond

Then calm and pass

 

Mayhap a day

If I dared to say

Will come about

When my littleness

Will not so be

I'll not anger so

 

Though I see not then

As yet not now

For I am partly trapped

In my ways of old

 

But sweetness comes

In some goodly shape

And I carry on

With a whisper of a thought

That I ought as not

Be so childish

Yet once more again

 

Charles Petrie

 

Oh! => So that's how it's done. Of course! I just got to approach it with a beeter frame of mind, and then the writing will be better! Silly me.

Well, I have turned in some nice entries here, just not as many as with my other blogs. =( It might have something to do with the fact that I've but one reply to any of my entries. And I've been here since January. That is not a good stat!

Have you bothered to reply to someone else's Hometown blog Mr. Petrie? =(

No.... =()

 

 

 

 

 

Four ago

Four ago. It has been four years, to the day, since I finished writing the first draft of my first novel. And I haven't done nearly enough with it. Oh a number people have seen it and had some encouraging words about it. But I've yet to send any of it to an editor.

A good question to ask is...What the bleep am I waiting for? Because I know, that it is good enough to be published. And it will be published...I just hope it isn't me who publishes it...not my first...oh please not my first.

Well...that was nice to have a good start to one of my non-poetry Tales From October entries. This is my...weakest blog. This son is kind of a diappointment. Oh...like me. Hmm...

Four years!!!! Would you wait four years to send off your first novel to an editor? Not that you are going to comment. Nope, you're just passing through, qickly, my words fail to inspire comment.

Well, four years is a long time, and I may one day take myself out behind the woodshed and tan my arse for it, but...not today, Fortunate has a birthday, and that will keep me occupied all day. LOL

Later dear readers.

 

Charles Petrie

 

What Distance To The One

What distance to the one

As bound forevermore

By careless acts

And a stupid heart

That bleeds too easily

 

Oh comfort in such

In the passing of

Some like days

But not for the length

Of a long long life

 

Yet such seems possible

In different ways

When one is a dolt

And reasonably called

And blunderingly causes

Chasms to appear

Where none were before

 

What distance to the one

As bound forevermore

By careless acts

Here and now

I think it close

And painfully so

 

Charles Petrie

 

 

 

And there goes the flow. I come here to write this blog, and it is not as often so easily completed. My other blogs, those one I write more easily. Is it because this one has drawn only one reply, while the others have drawn more? I don't know. Maybe it's just AOL doesn't set up one that inspires me as much as the others do.

Hello AOL, I still love you. lol. Don't hate me because I dared to suggest...Uhh, I don't think they'll say boo to me.

Anyway, I will keep this blog going because I'm too damn stubborn to give up on it. Even if only one person has commented on any of my AOL blogs.

I'm staying put. So get used to me...please. Pretty please! LOL

 

Charles Petrie

I write in sadness alot. My best poetry is sad and it led a friend to ask me what I'd do if I was happy. That's an easy answer for me. I have plenty of stories within me just waiting to be written. From novels, short stories, comics, calendars and happy poetry. So yeah, finding things to write about will not be a problem.=)

The key is to get the right people to agree that my work is publishable. Early on, it will be other publishers, but by the by, it will be me. And that is an easy sell. LOL. I agree with me that I am good and deserve my own vehicle. I just have to build it. And I will. It's just going to take some time.=|

Yes, I keep talking about this, but I know that I will make it a reality...if only a part-time one. Sure, easy to say it, not as easy to make it happen, but I'm just too darn stubborn not to stick it out and make it real.=)

And I have the talent. Am I a great writer? ...No, I'm not, I'm not...Tolkien, Asimov, Bradbury, Anthony, Clarke, Barker, et al, but...not everyone makes it to the Hall. Or wins championships. But they compete, as I will.=>

Hmm, whatever happened to Klaeb and Shaeg? You know, that's a good question. I really need to look into that. It bears investigating. Because as I recall, Klaeb was not faring well the last time we heard from him. In fact, he was on the ropes.=(

Well, I'm going now, but I thought I'd leave you with a quote. I hope you like it. Catch you tomorrow.=)

 

                                    A Quote

"You are your destiny. And what you make of it is up to you. You can get your help, and more power to you if you do, but after that, you are the one who has to do it. Make the most of it!"

Rathwell Hart 1879-1943

 

Charles Petrie  :)

 

 

             

Sadness

Sadness

At the thought

Of losing a friend

Oh quickly so

 

Aye did we

Just recently meet

But it was natural

And rightly felt

 

But I am an ass

And fear in my way

I have chased her gone

As she gives me silence

 

Sadness

As I realize

That likely I

Have lost indeed

 

Charles Petrie

 

 

Sex

Easily wanted

And sometimes gotten

It is the act

That brings forth life

 

Yet not is it

The closest of two

That they can be

For it is love

Complete and true

That so holds

That good distinction

 

Well, that was good. Nice and short. Reminds me of something. But for the life of me I can't figure out what. I'm stumped, stymied and perplexed.Maybe one of my friendly readers can help me puzzle it out.

LOL

Okay, this is a not a poem I can finish today. So I'll leave it here and if anyone has any additions to make to it. Feel free to suggest them.

Until tomorrow.

 

Charles Petrie

 

 

 

Banana

Once

Some when back

In the measures of

A few short years

There was a man

In a place

That needed a hero

And he didst

Answer that call

 

A normal man was he

Not the hero type

Like some superman

Who could all but do

Just anything

But a man

Who was right for then

 

Green for sure

With legs of wood

So slow and stiff

But he ripened quickly so

And by the end

He shone like a beacon

 

Ever so like

The banana

From green and woody

To ripe and soft

A tasty fruit

 

And so it was

A man found himself

And saved a place

A little town

He called home

Becoming a hero

 

Now you may laugh

As to how he looked

But the work he did

In his hero's guise

Was better than good

So he cared not

What others thought

And called himself

Banaan

In honour of

The banana

 

Charles Petrie

 

Oh yeah, I already missed two days with being away and access not being what was I able to get, so putting in an appearance here is a really good idea. Hi. You're here and I'm here. Just what am I going to do to entertain you for a couple of minutes? I have no idea!

Ahhh, that poetry idea, my one word titile request I made last week. This fourth of eight that was so generously provided to me. Sex. What? Sheesh, a less challenging word would have been nice. Argh!

And the story, wow, been so long since I added to it. It would be easier if I just left it unfinished. Truly it would. But...it has potential. And I don't want to leave it there I just need to think about it someday and figure out what I want from it.

Okay, that is about all I have left in the tank. I don't have anything else. Nope, all empty here. :( THis is not a filling meal.

 

Charles Petrie

 

 

 

Well, it's a good thing I'm not basing my hopes on a career in writing poetry. I still generate poems easily, sometimes very easily, but if I had to rely only on that...but I don't. Not that I would have to write these poems every day. It's just that I am a writer who writes, well tries to write each every day. And I do a darn good job of sticking to that schedule.

Yes, I've mentioned this before and will undobtedly mention it again. Why? Because I take pride in it. And mentioning things we are proud of is normal. Just call me wariter who subscribes to the belief of regular writing, and what is more regular than as close to daily as you can manage?

Ah, but what do I plan to base my writing career on? Well, novels, short stories, comics, calendars, t-shirts and greeting cards.On top of that, I am going to publish them myself. Yep, I already have my company name, and have started to use it for my initial order of t-shirts. So I am on my way...except I'm stalled in the driveway as it were. But I will get out of the driveway and you will see me out there. This is a promise.

Well, this feels good enough. Granted it's short and I would like to put in a real long day's worth, but that will have to wait for another day. I am out of here.

 

Charles Petrie

 

Here For The Poetry

Here for the poetry

I sadly must say

That there will be

None of that today

 

While I am an engine

Of such versery

I am not ever running

And sometimes can't

Or rather won't

Make my goodly verse

 

Here for the poetry

I sadly must say

That there will be

None of that today

 

Save that this

This thing here

Is verse itself

As I knew

When it formed first

In my head

Straight to the page

 

Here for the poetry

I happily say

That it is here

For you today

 

Charles Petrie

 

Elephant

I am not an elephant

As one can plainly see

No noble beast

Of far distant lands

That roams happily free

Or toils for us

In circuses and burdens

 

I am not an elephant

Not in any shape or form

But a slender slice

Of that noted thing

The puissant memory

In the slightest way

Is mine indeed

 

Oh so goodly blessed

Put to use

In minor ways

As is my way

To make greater gifts

Seem a smaller be

 

Aye indeed

I am not an elephant

Just a man

Of certain skills

Surely of more import

Than a mere animal

Only I think a moment

And my eyes

In the mirror looked

Do question so

That human belief

 

I am not an elephant

no noble beast

Just a modern scribe

Placing words

Upon the page

And hoping

You will think

Of greater things

Than you yourself

Like mayhap

The elephant

That noble beast

Of far distant lands

 

Charles Petrie

 

Word

Given in haste

I did not think of it

Overlong

And only thought

Of what I had to gain

 

And much it was

As the promise of dreams

Was mine to grasp

If but I did

As I said I would

 

Only I wanted not

To be as true

As my word

For the gains

Would be so more

If I did not

 

Oh the choices of

Such difficulty

What will I do

And if I follow darkness

Will I turn

Forever dark

 

Charles Petrie

 

 

 

Peace

Welcome is the peace

That follows in the wake

Of different strivings

And wished dreams

As two see beyond

To the wanted same

 

And as they do

The sun comes out

From behind

The gathered clouds

And smiles replace

Saddened eyes

 

And now

In this good peace

The best of theirs

Can be that again

 

Welcome is the peace

That follows in the wake

May ever it be

Calm as this

 

Charles Petrie

 

 

 

 

Hippopotamus

The great gray beast

Wandered in the desert

Searching for

That which he

Had long despaired

Of ever finding again

 

Sounds like me I say

As I sit beside

my dear dear friend

And she looks at me

With a moment's smile

And a flashing of

Her smirking tongue

 

Aye indeed

I would have thought

That this was me

As I wandered endlessly

In the scorching heat

No respite found

 

But never was I

That great gray beast

In reality

I just chose

To be like him

So is it any wonder

That was how it was

For too many years

 

But now as I

Sit beside

This dear dear friend

We together laugh

At me

And share some time

Happy for what we are

 

Charles Petrie

 

 

 

One Word

One word

But one I need

To begin to weave

A little versery

To stir a thought

Or cause to smile

For poetry

Is so easily made

 

Alas tis true for me

And has so been

For many years

Thought not as easily when

I was a younger man

 

Yet perhaps

They are deeper things

And the better

For my slight  living more

 

But be it that

My beginning poetry

Has become

A doorway to

A future in words

Stories of different lengths

That I intend to tell

For years upon year

Decade to follow decade

Until I breathe my last

 

One word

But one I need

And long since past

The way to knowing

I wonder now

What was that word

That began it all

 

Charles Petrie

Persistance pays off. I had to be a little patient to get in as there were damn technical problems, but here I am anyway. And my fans have got to be thrilled to death that I am. Why, just look at all the comments they so graciously leave me.

Yeah, fine, they don't leave me any and I have to accept it. Grrrrrrrrrrr.

Yes, I have mentioned this topic before, and probably will again...unless I figure out just what I want to do with each blog and stick with it. Okay, I was using them for story vehicles for awhile but that hot a snag recently and I just haven't gotten back to that. But I will. I have my stories to finish.

At least I feel more like writing this one than I did the first one. Now if I had something really interesting...that would be a switch. LOL

Oy, I need to sort this out and stick with it. I have to bring my discipline to bear. And stick with it so I can start doing the things I really want to do. I have a life that I really need to live in more. Not just stay here, online.

Easier said than done alas.

Until tomorrow.

 

Charles Petrie

 

I didn't eat yesterday. Not at all. I didn't eat breakfast, lunch or dinner. Is this some kind of proud achievement? No, it's not. it is just a fact. And my stomach didn't say boo.

See, I feel I can say something about it here because this is the page that hardly anybody comes to. I can say or do pretty much whatever I want to and not suffer any consequences. You don't believe me? Well, let me tell you waht I think about...Um, no, I won't say that. I'll save that one for another day.

So, I didn't eat yesterday and I've been skipping meals, either eating once or twice for a little bit. Yeah, the money just isn't there since I'm not working right now. And I really need to change that.

I can't imagine I'm not going to eat today. I have no intention of making no eating days a regular occurence. Once was one too many times.

Well, I'll be heading off now, as in going, not like coo coo smart aleck. Have a good day.

 

Charles Petrie

Could I scream

At the top of my voice

And still know

That not a soul

Would come to see

What was vexing me

 

Well, it certainly feels like that here. Geesh, not even a single comment in the time that I've been blogging here. And frankly, sheesh, am I not writing anything worth even a single comment?

It's not fun to write in a vaccuum, especially since I'm a writer, and this is going to be my career, not blogging, but writing. It would be nice to get even a "Stop, please, for the love of..."

Now, is this whining? Call it what you will, but even one comment would be nice. It's not like I haven't put forth some commentable stuff. how many people write story blogs?

Arrgghh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Okay, that feels better, I am writing in a vaccuum here and I just have to accept it.

Until tomorrow...Enjoy whatever it is you are doing.

 

Charles Petrie

 

I...I'm tired, and I got enough sleep, honest...

Yeah, I got enough sleep. LOL. Hard to get enough sleep when heading to bed late, and getting up early. The lure of an online life is very strong.

But yeah, I'll have to modify my time spent online when I get a job. I'll still be online daily, because I have my blogs, and I am committed to maintaining them, I just won't be able to spend the hours that I have been. And grumble, grumble, that's a good thing. Or it will be then. But until then... :)

And by the by, I will finish my story about Klaeb and Shaeg. I am not going to leave this one unfinished, it is too good. Well, I like it anyway.

So, time to go to my next blog, I have four active blogs you know. until tomorrow...

 

Charles Petrie

 

 

 

 

Hi. You came to read the latest installment of Tales From October? Well, sorry. I'm here now and I need a few days to think about how this blog is going to continue, or rather if it should continue. Quite frankly, I don't know that anyone could care about this blog. Really, i am annoyed that it has lasted this long. What point does it serve?

What point? Are you daft man? It is my damn blog and I will do whatever I want to do with it.

And what do you want to do with it Charles? Eh? Please tell me, I would reallly like to know, because you're just wasting my time here. Why don't you close this blog down and focus yourself on what is within reason? You're thirty-four Charles, the time for clinging to out of reach dreams has past. You are not going to become that great writer, let alone a good writer. Put away your writing and just join the workforce. Not everyone can be a writer.

Well, you're wrong, anyone can be a writer. All you need is the means to write, something to write on, and the time.  have that, and the skill. So you can go now, I am not giving up. So shoo!

And the point of this blog??? Oh hell! It's just what I came up with. If you don't like it, one option is to make your own blog.

In any event, I am heading out, well away from this blog, got my other blogs. So until tomorrow. Take care.

 

Charles Petrie

 

 

 

Would you stop time just to rest and reflect if you could? Say to hell with the normal running of the universe and just pause time. The idea of it holds some appeal, which may mark me as a bad person, but we cannot do that, and never will<Oh I hope not> be able to. So this is merely a hypothetical. Would you? I would be tempted, but to actually do it?

That is much like going back in time and reliving life from that point on. Armed with certain foreknowledge, would you do such a thing, to get it better the second time? I've thought about it<Knowing it's not possible doesn't mean you can't ponder it>. But to make everyone else live that part over again? That is not right. Life has to be live ever forward. There is no turning back like that. And if you could, do you think you wouldn't have any problems completely wrecking everything?

Or do you never contemplate such big issues and merely go about living your life? Which is something I could do myself. Get on my feet, start working again, saving money, and living properly, even normally.

Easier said than done, actually, me living my life fully includes thinking of these weighty topics, I am a science fiction writer. This is my milieu. To not do it would seem wrong.It is about finding the right balance.

And that would be nice to do. That fuller life is out there, I just have to grab it by the horns. Not an impossible task either. If I want it enough. The question is, do I? Do i really want it enough?

Yes, I do, and I am going to have it, no matter how many times I have to tell myself. I am going to have that richer and fuller life. Mark muy words!

 

Charles Petrie

 

 

 

 

 

Ah, I dare say the well is running dry here. I am going to have to return to my stories, or start writing poetry. I still feel like writing these journal entries, but they don't flow out as easily as my stories. There are certain blocks there.

Blocks in the path, I am used to those. But blocks can be gotten around. And I best get around them if I want to get where I want to be.

And I do! I am just slow about doing it.But despite my often lacking belief in myself, This I belief....I am going to be a success with my writing.

Hard to believe? Fair enough, but I will be.

 

Charles Petrie

 

I am glad to be a writer, and in my seventh year of regular writing, following a lengthy period of virtually none, I feel like I am on the cusp of success...well, I can see success as a closer possibility. No, I haven't started submitting any of my writing to editors yet, or done any mistake correcting on my 1st drafts, but I will. This is what I am going to be doing for the rest of my life...And one day, I am going to make a livng at it.

I won't, don't and can't call myself a great writer, but I think there are depths to my writing. It is worth reading. I just have to convince the right editor of that. It won't be a simple task. I will receive many rejections, but I am going to persevere. Writing is just too much a part of me for me to just give up. Mark my words.

In the meantime, you can read me here for free and chuckle, sigh, laugh, scoff, or however you react to my writing, be it good, bad or indifferent. It is here for you to enjoy...hopefully.

Well, two down and two to go, a writer's work is never done.

 

Charles Petrie

 

Well, here I am now...and I could get tired writing the same words again and again as I have already deleted or backspaced this entry a couple of times.

I was playing with the font size and after accidentally hitting the save button and seeing the results, I was not pleased, so I deleted it. And that is not something I like to do normally. Especially anything creative or that I've invested some of my heart into.

Anyway...I continue and still have nothing worthwhile to write about. I'm getting better at these kind of entries, but those read better because I had something meaningful to say. This is not what I would go out of myway to call meaningful. Would you?

No, I don't think you would. But does it mattter with so few readers of my work? A good question, only, I am not about to stop even one blog, well, I haven't bothered to fix my msn blog, so I've stopped contributing to that one, but one ceased blog is enough.

So, how about I get it together and once again resume my story writing, saving entries like this for exceptuional days.

Ah, the sensible thing to do...too many times not my preferred way of doing things. Maybe one day, I'll follow the sensible course more readily.

Maybe!

 

Charles Petrie

 

 

 

 

Tales From October, they were not meant to be tales of personal woe and sadness. I started out with the intent to just write stories here, and in my third blog. And for awhile, I succeeded at that, as two, then three of three blogs were all about the stories I was writing. Only I have faltered of late and taken to writing about me. Mind you, I am doing a better job of it and don't feel it is just dull blather, but something approaching thoughtful reading.

I will get back to my writing, as I am not about to let the story in this blog go unfinished. I'm just struggling with it...and some heaviness in my heart. Heaviness I can write through if I put my mind to it, but I am choosing not to and am here, lingering in sadnesses. It is of some help, but not as helpful to me as a finished story. Or even the first one hundred rejection letters from friendly and not so friendly publishing houses as I try to launch my long dreamed of writing career.

Yet, I haven't taken that single first step on this very important part of the journey. And this when I ghave had writing to send for almost four years. I won't say that writing for the sake of writing, to just prove to yourself that you can do it serves no useful goal, but since my aim is to have a writing career, a viable company of my own, where I see my projects being read, by dozens, hundreds, if not thousands of people, then not taking that scary step as of yet marks me as a failure. I'm used to failing, but if I let this be my ever and always, my complete happiness will be...difficult in the extreme.

And writing may well be the best way for me to have a go at achieving another equally difficult happiness. Or is that an even more difficult achievement? I wish i knew the answer to that question. But dreaming of an answer being given is not going to get that answer delivered as on a silver platter. Life doesn't work that way. Is that to the better? Hah! Part of me will always say no to that. But I must ignore that part if me and listen to the striving heart.The stubborn part of me that insists that I will make it as a writer. That is the part that has the best chance of trying to succeed at the other quest.

Hmm, I see the future in my mind and it is good. Different futures imagined, but all of them ending sweetly. But the sweet ending is far off. Before then, I have much work to do. So I really have to stop procrastinating...tomorrow.

 

Charles Petrie