An interesting post on Orwell. For anyone who has not read “Animal Farm” or “1984”, I would strongly recommend that you give both novels a go.
George Orwell, pseudonym of Eric Arthur Blair, was born on 25 June 1903 in Motihari, Bengal (now Bihar), British India
English novelist, essayist, and critic, his work is characterised by lucid prose, awareness of social injustice, and strong opposition to totalitarianism. His most famous novels are “Animal Farm” a satire which allegorically depicts Stalin’s betrayal of the Russian revolution on 1917 and “Nineteen Eighty-four” ,a profound anti-utopian novel that examines the dangers of a totalitarian government.
When Eric Blair was getting ready to publish his first work, “Down and Out in Paris and London”, he decided to use a pen name so his family wouldn’t be embarrassed by his time in poverty.
The book was an account of his tramping days in England, particularly in the hop fields of Kent, and of the poverty he endured while living in Paris trying to write novels. Furthermore, at the time…
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Last Friday, (17 June), I gave a poetry reading on Microsoft Teams for work colleagues. One of the poems read was “Time”. My reading was not recorded. However, here is a reading of “Time”, which I recorded back in 2017. “Time” is included in my Selected Poems, which is available in paperback and Kindle from Amazon.
This is, perhaps, a somewhat strange time of year (summer) to reblog this poem. However, I came across it whilst choosing poems for an online poetry reading, and felt that it would be an appropriate piece to include in it. In the end, I did not read “Words on a January Day”, so thought I would repost it here.
There is something about the song
Of birds, on a cold, January day,
That makes me wish to stay,
Out in this wood,
As joy, or grief.
Although, we know
That joy is, too often brief.
Oft flits across the face, then is gone
In the hearts of men
They hear the birds
Pour out words,
To our feathered friends,
Not our ends).
My dog revels in the sscents of grass,
Look up to the sky
And think “all this will pass”,
(A thought that he can not grasp).
Yet he, and the birds that fly,
Are happier than I.
A good introductory article for anyone considering publishing their work for the first time.
Authors just starting out, either Indie or traditionally published, rarely earn enough royalties to support their families. Regardless of the path you choose, if your spouse makes enough to support you in your early days, you can devote more time to advancing your career.
But not every author has that option.
Before you embark on either path, consider this: publishers, large and small, don’t waste budgets promoting work by unknown authors the way they do the few who have risen to the ranks of their guaranteed bestseller lists.
You will do the work of getting your name out there regardless of whether you choose the traditional route or not.
So, what are the perks of going traditional if you’re an unknown? Why go to the trouble of wooing an agent and trying to court a publisher? Even today, an air of ‘respectability’ clings to those who are traditionally published.
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Authors, Readers, please spare a few moments to read this post by Danielle Hampson, Executive Producer of The Authors Show, concerning Ukrainian authors. As you may be aware, I’ve been a guest author on this podcast for several years. It is a fabulous resource for authors and readers.
Current events are causing the people of Ukraine to have to either flee their land or hide underground to try and remain safe, during relentless attacks. We all have seen the images on television and social media. With that, Ukrainian industries are also immensely affected, some more than others, and with possibly some unable to return to full production when the war eventually ends.
All industries are important, but our focus is on one that also carries huge cultural ramifications: the Ukrainian book publishing industry, and Ukrainian literature.
Although Ukrainian literature goes back many centuries, it experienced its revival in the 16
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One of my favourite poets, Ernest Christopher Dowson was an alcoholic, a frequenter of the world’s oldest profession and died at the age of 30. Did he have a mental disorder? Quite possibly. However, in the final analysis what matters is that Dowson composed some fine poetry.
Mental illness is widespread. However the vast majority of those with mental health issues do not write and are not creative in other areas (for example as painters).
Many factors may cause a person to be creative. An appreciation of beauty coupled with parents who helped to foster creativity in the growing child may lead to him/her putting pen to paper. The creator may or may not have a mental health condition.
I also wonder whether one could conjecture (on the basis of this research) that anyone with an obsession (and writing is an obsession) has a mental health condition? Does the person who scours the internet for hours in search of rare stamps or coins have a mental health condition?
So, science has just worked out that anyone who shows any kind of creativity is suffering from a mental disorder. Where do they get these notions from?Lala land?
In a recent article on the BBC: http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/health-19959565 entitled “Creativity closely entwined with mental illness” it was pointed out that writers have a higher risk of anxiety and bipolar disorders, schizophrenia, unipolar depression, and substance abuse, according to a team of researchers at the Swedish Karolinska Institute, led by Dr Simon Kyaga.
It went on to say that anyone who is in the least bit ‘creative’ is almost twice as likely to kill themselves; far more than the general population. According to the researchers, creativity is often part of a mental illness, with writers being particularly susceptible.
Thanks a lot folks; that maybe explains why I am so driven to write. It’s a funny thing but I’ve never ever thought of writing…
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