Saturday, 6 December 2014

Little progress.

On paper, none. Mentally, hardly more.

This is the way of it. A spirit of depression has haunted my steps this past day, dragging me away from thrivability.

I think perhaps that, like the spirit of God, any spirit of inspiration cannot be controlled, only prepared for. So I open my heart and mind, make a room ready, and place myself in various opportune locations as to attract such attention. But until action is taken, I must wait.

Thursday, 4 December 2014

Bard's War - The Beginning of the Journey

Here I begin the record of my progress of what I firmly believe will become my magnum opus, the great work of literature for which I will, one day, be remembered for above all others. Out of this belief I am chronicling the many steps of the journey here for my own musings (because, somehow, even the possibility that others of my race will read it provides a degree of accountability, mind-bogglingly more so than the knowledge that our Creator will anyway).

The story behind the story began six years ago, when the first seed of an idea was planted in my mind. From there it grew into a world and took shape as a fully-fledged journey—in my mind. Despite the endless reams of notes scrawled over church bulletins, napkins, and old receipts I knew that this was a story that deserved my best.

Unfortunately, my best needed a little help. Though I had already written thirty thousand words, I knew it was all drivel and decided to wipe the slate clean and embark on a secondary journey that would facilitate my true goal.

I went to university.

Research, research, research. Three years of study culminating in a BA in Medieval Studies from the University of Wales Trinity Saint David was simply a means to an end: hands-on experience in a country and a culture that was the main inspiration for my tale.

Despite the several sidetracks I was led down—including but not limited to finding a wife and moving into my parents' basement—my goal remained the same. Now, all other obstacles aside, I have prepared a space in which to begin this glorious adventure.

Bard's War - a two-volume jaunt through the lives of troubled men and women fighting for peace in a war-torn world.

Feel no obligation to follow this tedious page. It does not trouble my spirit either way. Without further ado, I turn to the task at hand.

Monday, 13 October 2014

A world full of senseless pain; deceit, unfaithfulness and cruelty.

Man gazes up at the heavens and asks why, hearing in the echoes of his own frustration no answer.

But I turn my eyes to him and ask, "Can you see this?"

God looks at me and says, "I know. That's why I came."

Wednesday, 8 October 2014

Thus and thus.

Thus have the fates decreed: that my time in the United Kingdom should be limited to three years, and that the day following such anniversary will herald my indefinite departure.

Much has changed since I planted that first unsteady foot on my heart's native soil. I arrived a lonely foreign undergraduate, damp behind the ears, known by all but friends to none. I will leave with a 1st Class Honours Degree in Medieval Studies, happily married, with far fewer acquaintances but a good many more lifelong friends than I could have imagined.

I left an eager, impatient brother and a straining-at-the-leash son, to return a stranger, both to my land and my family. It is a strange feeling, returning to former paths; most of those we walk in life are disposable, not to be used again.

Nothing of my current experience cries innovation or originality, nor are my thoughts and feelings more of note than any other's. Those who take interest do so based solely through their existing connection to me and personal altruism. I can offer no hidden insights that your own hearts and minds have not already taught you; equally, if you are of an age where such an experience as I describe is beyond your scope then my words will pass through you, meaningless until your own paths of practice grant you clarity.

So I come to the conclusion of my philosophising: that the sharing of my thoughts and emotions serves only to further my personal understanding of my own soul, and provides nothing new for the world to ponder; thus have my self-aggrandising especial discoveries come to an end, save for that which is necessary for conversation.