Moodboard Of My WIP

I’m currently drafting book 7 in ‘The Council Of Twelve’ series. It is quite some work. By a list of blog post ideas, I felt challenged to publish a mood board of my work in progress, using 9 pictures. It took me forever to decide what the most important parts of the plot are and how to express them. Then I had to pick the images and, of course, spend another few hours to choose the ones I think express best the feelings of the story.

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This is the mood board of book 7.



I hope I could give you an impression of how the emotions will be within this book, caused by the story and the plot.

This is the first mood board I ever created. I’m curious to read in the comments what you think about it.

… ‘come… dance with me,’ she said… – Written By Seumas Gallacher

Today I’d like to share one of Master Gallacher’s blog posts with you. In this post, which is several years old, he shows once more, what an amazing, caring, sensitive and unique character Seumas Gallacher is. Thanks so much for sharing your thoughts on this, Seumas. It is touching and emotional.


… ‘come …dance with me,’ she said… that was 46 years ago… we were living in Tobermory on the beautiful Scottish Hebridean Island of Mull… I recall it today as if it were only hours ago… have a wee look at the date on this piece I came across in my papers while I was searching for sum’thing else… of course, I danced with her… and in the full fury of teenage indulgence, fell completely under her spell… prob’ly my first ever real immersion in the twin joys of Love and Heartache of youth… then, just as swiftly, she moved out of my life… but I still have this collection of WURDS I penned for her… when I read it again this morning, strangely, across all the decades, it felt good… it felt warm… and it felt right to share it with yeez…

… ‘come… dance with me,’ she said…

THOUGHTS ON A WILD THING

A kindly evening breeze
blows its welcome cool
where damp, perspiring beads
their burning course have run.

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Dear Love

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It’s said, and that’s across the Earth

if you are nice from day of birth

’til adulthood and while you grew

don’t search for love ’cause it finds you.

**

I’m just a little normal girl

helpful, sweet – almost a pearl;

and still, dear love, I won’t go fret

I’m fairly sure, we’ve never met!

**

Sometimes I searched, but mostly not

I thought you’re there – but then I got

abuse, and use, and pain and lies

I had more downs than I had highs.

**

I continue living, being good

be sweet and caring like I should.

Don’t know how long I still can cope

because I’m slowly losing hope.

**

All my life I did was look

how you met others – like in a book.

But when I showed up you weren’t there

I saw you run and could only stare.

**

I held myself back from stalking you

sat there and waited, and I still do.

I’m sad and lonely don’t you see?

I guess it’s time you’re meeting me!

**

I’m holding on, but no more feign

and, dear love, nowhere to complain!

I’m wrinkly, old and still alone

why don’t you have a telephone?

**

Quit being early, or too late!

Send out your cupids, stop the wait!

I know, I’m only one in masses

but I really think you should get glasses!

*****

(Copyright Aurora Jean Alexander, January 2017)

 


 

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