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Writers Block, Creative Friends, Art and Literature

Now I was supposed to do this a couple of weeks ago. But for those of you who know me, asking me do get something done that is not deadline specific is close to asking me to do a triple backflip. I may do it, the likelihood of it taking place is just very low. But when it comes to promised favours I just have a sieve like memory, it’s a struggle to keep thoughts from slipping through the cracks.

Anyway, back to the original point of the post. Those of you following will have already seen that some of my friends are somewhat creatively minded, (and completely off the wall.) Now I’ve been told that my blog is apparently drawing in a reasonable amount of traffic (this may be an overstatement) and that as a ‘friend’ it seems reasonable that I will try and introduce those who read my work, to the fantastic works of those I know.

Now I have no problem with this. I really don’t mind including such pieces as Amber Rose’s paintings.

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(www.horseswithmoustaches.deviantart.com)

Her artwork is utterly fantastic and I love the way she uses colours, it’s just when I come to write a post about what a great artists she is… I suddenly loose any ability that I previously had in relation to writing. It is utterly ridiculous! I have three plotlines that I am currently working on, a few others on the backburner, a script for the New Views competition and now and again I will throw out the odd poem or short story to try and extend my writing range. I should really be able to write a post about the brilliance of my friends.

It’s not as if I don’t have plenty of material to work from, it seems that the majority of my close friends are incredible when it comes to drawing or writing, the first of which I hold an extreme amount of jealousy for. If you read the website regularly you will know that Toni has created pretty much all the artwork that has been so far included, even my profile picture. Henry Granger would not be the same without her.

Henry

Miss ‘Resident Pokémon’ Jad Walters is able to create some of the most stunning cartoons that I have ever seen and it never fails to amaze me how little confidence she has in her own talents.  So! MissDemofax-El Wafflecat Izwizmus Twitchypaws the Almighty  I shall remind you once again of your epicness and show to you all that she is as brilliant as I say since I’ve having a post dedicated to my friends. (Am I not wonderful? Yes I know that is so very, very vain.)

 

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(http://silver-serval.deviantart.com/)

Owls with attitude!

My friends are not limited just to artists who can draw. I should mention that Miss Walters is also a fantastic story teller, and almost every character she draws has some fantastical background to it and a life story that you could not believe. Trust me, I have heard the tales on many a DT lesson, what goes on within the hallowed walls of her mind is to be bother feared and envied. But as I was saying, writers also make up my immediate of wonderful friends.

For a few weeks now there has been an extra link on my website to a blog of one Kyra Leigh. In her own works, a bit of a berk and an all round procrastinator, but still a great friend and really brilliant writer and aspiring photographer.

Gundrun, daughter of Giuki, has left the world. Through the gateway of a burning pyre, she melted away all wrongs committed against her, leaving only the task to find Sigurd, husband and killer of Fafnir[1], to be done.

 

The Final Lay of Gudrun

by Kyra Leigh

Down on the road to Hel she

Trod, no longer feeling the

Embrace of forests’ worst fear[2].

Towards her first brave warrior she

Went, radiant still in the hall’s

Bleak gloom.

To him, the greatest hero, she

Sought. Not stopping, ever stepping

‘Til the head’s[3] sweet whispers she heard

Buried deep in

Odin’s wisdom wells.

And to him she cries:

“Wise head of Mimir,

Turn your face towards me and answer

This one question.

“Where is my husband, Sigurd,

Slaughtered by my brothers[4] and

Left to feed eager ravens?”

And to her he advised:

“Mourning wife and mother of heroes,

Turn your face away from me

For I shall not speak.

“Until the Doom of Gods[5]

I will keep my silence,

Though a heavy burden it may be.”

And to him she cried again:

“Wise head of Mimir,

Turn your face towards me and answer

Another question, please.

“Where else can I find knowledge

Such as yours. To find my

Husband is all.”

And to her he advised:

“Mourning wife and mother of heroes,

Turn your face away from me

For I shall not speak.

“His betrayer[6], her you must find

Amongst the troll women, cold[7].

For she loved him too.”

Down the road to Hel she

Trod. Colder and paler she became.

Towards her first brave warrior she

Went, shining still under the Ash’s

Vast shadow[8].


[1]In simple terms, a dragon.

[2] FIRE

[3] This is the head of Mimir who, after being beheaded by the Vanir (Most likely for being really irritating ¬¬ ), became an oracle of sorts to Odin.

[4] After they thought that he had been sleeping around with Brynhild, Gunnar’s wife. Gunnar (being a bit of  sap, let’s face it) got Sigurd to pretend to be him and retrieve the lady from a circle of flames. They shared a bed, but never got it on.

[5] Ragnarok! Woop!

[6] Brynhild. When she was eventually told the truth of the matter, she was naturally ticked off and told everyone that she had slept with him when she hadn’t, hence Sigurd’s murder later on. Unfair really, poor bloke.

[7] When she achieved her revenge, Brynhild also topped herself and a load of her servants.

[8] Under the great tree called Yggdrasil which, I suppose you could say, forms the back bone of the worlds. Hel is at its roots.

(kyraleigh.wordpress.com)

(http://justtsuki.deviantart.com/)

When it comes to poetry I often think that she beats me hands down.

Now I would also like to include my other best friend Alice, and my younger (but not little) sister JoJo. But I have no idea where online to find either of them, Jad, Kyra and Amber have all been pretty much electronically thrown at me over the past few months so I couldn’t fail to see them.

Anyway, I hope that you will spend the time to check out some more of their work, Amber’s work is available for purchase and commission, Kyra updates on a fairly regular basis with consistently good stuff and Jad just spits out the odd diamond of brilliance now and again but they really are diamond when she does.  There, I think I’m pretty much sorted in the friendship favours department for a few months at least, see you all soon and keep reading! I have a cup of tea to go make.

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Carol Forrester is a twenty-three year old writer trying to be a better one. Don’t ask her what her hobbies are because the list doesn’t get much beyond, reading, writing and talking about the same. She has a 2:1 BA degree in history from Bath Spa University and various poems and stories scattered across the net. Her flash fiction story ‘Glorious Silence’ was named as River Ram Press’ short story of the month for August 2014 and her short story ‘A Visit From The Fortune Teller’ has been showcased on the literary site Ink Pantry’s. Most recently, her poem ‘Sunsets’ was featured on Eyes Plus Words, and her personal blog Writing and Works hosts a mass of writing from across the last five years. She has been lucky enough to write guest posts for sites such as Inky Tavern and Song of The Forlorn and is always open to writing more and hosting guest bloggers here on Writing and Works. With hopes of publishing a novel in the next five years and perhaps a collection or two of smaller works, Carol Forrester is nothing if not ambitious. Her writing tries to cover every theme in human life and a lot of her work pulls inspiration from her own eccentric family in the rural wonders of Shropshire life.

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