I will be the first to admit that my knowledge of grammar is not polished. However, it does allow me to construct sentences that make sense…unless I get into “ramble mode”. That’s when, even I tend to cringe at how convoluted my sentences can get. I can’t help it…most times. That’s the way my mind works. It’s not only a monkey but a contortionistic one at that.
Hercule Poirot, the little Belgian with an egg-shaped head. The greatest detective there ever was, using only his little grey cells. According to Poirot that is.
Firstly, let me just apologise for any confusion.
Today’s post is brought to you by my sister’s brain power. Because my brain power is currently out of service.
With another 8 days to go, it’s the 22nd day of Nano Poblano 2017. I’m quite proud of how I’ve handled this year’s (my third year) of daily posting for the month of November. However, that doesn’t mean my idea well is overflowing with ideas! More of that in my last blog post for this month.
So, what’s this about Manson?
Brida is a book by Paulo Coelho. I bought it quite a few years ago and like most of Paulo Coelho’s books, only when the time is right do I usually reach out for his books. I still have three of his books sitting on my shelf waiting to be read. Brida was one of the “hardest” books I’ve read, because it scared me. I don’t know why, but Brida reminded me of me. And that to me, was scary. I’m glad to say though, that I did complete the book and though I have not gone back to it, it’s still one of my favourites from this author.
Last Sunday I posted an excerpt from the book The Map, by Colette Baron Reid. As I was replying to comments on the post all the while thinking…*what* am I going to post for Wednesday…my mind seeming really quite determined to take some time off from 30 days of November madness…I was struck by inspiration!
Ah…it’s December 🙂 Back to regularly scheduled posts every Sundays and Wednesdays! Yay for routine 😉
This post was originally meant to be posted earlier this week but Sage who is an awesome writer of terrific poems wrote one specially because I requested it and I *had* to share it.
On the day this post got written, I decided to “go with the flow” and picked up the book nearest to me and opened a random page to get a nice, simple quote.
Part 3 of 3. Part 2 was yesterdays post.
Part 2 of 3 from the series. Part 1 was yesterdays post.
There is a line in a poem which goes: Oh what a tangled web we weave, when we first learn to deceive, by Walter Scott.
I honestly can’t remember how many times or even where I’ve seen that line, but as I sat thinking about how to start this post, it came floating from the depths of my mind. It feels like a good line to start with so I’m going with it.
There is a quote or saying which goes: One man’s meat is another man’s poison.
I want to share with you a short excerpt from the book Insomnia by Stephen King. It was the second reading for me , the first time being a couple of years ago. I can’t remember if the impact of this was as profound as it was then, but I will tell you that this time it felt like a pretty big brick hit me right in the middle of my eyes! Thankfully it was just a metaphorical brick, so no injuries were actually sustained 😉