Hi, this is a scheduled one again just so I have time to recover from my trip and my friends party…
I have been busy and have sent off for some print proofs. One of my new poetry collection, Light in Dark; a new edition for Australia…my Heart and Purple Pages. both of the latter are poetry collections as well. I had to do a new edition of Australia as I couldn’t upload the old one because…formatting with illlustrations. Purple Pages is a small collection of poems on life, love and in all its despair, torment, joy and sensuousness. All are already available as Ebooks, HERE.
I’m pretty much over doing this for the moment… so here are a couple of my latest paintings.
I’ve done the covers for all 6 of the children’s Uh Oh Series and written all six manuscripts and done their weird little illustrations. The age target is 5 – 9 year olds, though I’ve had good feed-back from 10 years. Some people like my stick figures and some hate them. Luckily the likes are mostly kids, so that gives me hope.
Don’t worry that dark bit at the bottom is not on the actual illus.
I’ve been trying to sort how to format this type of thing on Vellum. I’m finding, however, that it does not give me the flexibility to do exactly what I want (this goes for the poetry too) e.g. I want the page breaks where I want them. I want the lines to stay indented and/or placed where I decide. I would like to be able to change the fonts as and when I like. However, I realise there are limits and I truly am grateful Vellum for all you do, because you do make formatting the novels very easy.
Is anyone else out there using Vellum and having similar difficulties? How’s it going for you? Do you have a program where this is easy to do?
I have spent hours in front of the computer trying to force the program to bend where I know it cannot. Consequently, I haven’t done much writing though I did enter a poetry contest and a short story competition…Yes, I know I said I wasn’t going to do so any more, but I can’t help myself sometimes.
I’ve been busy, but unfortunately not writing anything new. I have however edited and done the cover for my new poetry collection and it is live as an ebook as we speak. I have ordered the proof and admit I’m a bit excited about this one. Is it terribly ‘up myself’ to say I quite like these poems? I meditate through the muse about this crazy world we live in and our place in it. Light and dark in equal measure. Even though some of them are pretty tough to read, to make up for that others are full of love of nature and some are mildly amusing.
I’ve also been working on a print version of my errrr…naughty poems. This small collection of poetry written sometime ago is already available as an ebook. Though not biographical the poems do echo some of my younger angst. Some of them are a bit tough as well, but that, however, is made up for by ‘oh la la’…lol. Send or read them to your lover…
Why oh why will this image not allow me to link on it? It only has a link to media file. The other one worked fine…sigh!
As always, let me know what you think. Ciao for now, Rosa.
I’m a bit obsessed with my new children’s series ATM. I’m writing under the alias Rosie O’Grady…just to keep them distinct from my other writing.
I am going to have a page for Rosie on this site Per Rose Oddly, or do you think I should have an entirely new blog for her as well as Percy? What do you do?
My first book, Uh Oh! Nana Rose, is one of a set of five in The Uh Oh Series – for 5 – 9 y.o.
It is certainly different than writing for adults, quite a challenge. I probably should not spread myself so thin, but once an idea takes hold I follow it until I complete it or get bored and move onto the next shiny thing. Sigh!
My beta readers seem to like it, as do their children and grand children. “You have a winner!”… “I read your story to my grandchildren. They absolutely loved it…They want to know more…”
I’ve already designed the covers. and most of the five are done so will be publishing soon…ish.I am not a good illustrator so decided to do the illustrations as though I’m a kid, you know – stick figures.
I think it’s a good idea and some other children’s writers do as well, but I’ve also had some negative feedback. However, I’m a stubborn ass, and will stick to my guns… for now.
If you are interested in trying your hand at writing for children, may I suggest you look up Matt B. Lewis, and do his courses here and here. He has been writing and illustrating for years. You’re sure to love his work as much as I do.
As mentioned a couple of posts ago, I haven’t written much poetry lately, but I have now penned one poem and one piece of poetical prose, so I’m feeling better about that. I feel I need a long week-end or even a week’s masterclass in poetry to get me back into the groove.
I have, however, been collating my work of the past 10 years or so. There are, in fact, quite a few so I am going to publish them. Why not, right?
My big problem is that there is no theme to them, or enough of them in one theme to create a book subject. There are my usual nature poems, along side darker themes, and some political comment and protest. Many of them make reference to the moon or Luna, as I like to call her. Looking at them I thought; There are some light ones, some very dark ones, some light with a little dark, some dark with a little light of hope.
Therefore, I decided on ‘Light & Dark’ as a working title. What do you think? or maybe just, ‘Phases’.
I’d show you the cover, but I haven’t done it yet.
What’s that? You’d like a sample…Oh, all right if you insist…
My wand dabbles in a puddle
soaks up the magic
cuts a swathe through
liquid colour seeps
into damp blankness
fades to nothing at the horizon
a ceiling emerges
in the aether
not the endless high I long for
my brush is too clumsy to
capture atmospheric freedom
so my soul can enter the picture
where hidden worlds orbit
Caught in the ecstasy
the Golden Rule
divide and conquer
texture heft contrast
dip and splash
in primordial soup
a sweeping stroke
a burst of light
cloud mountain tree
appear by sleight of hand
a charlatan's trick
I falter vision dimmed
expression misses perfection
tossed aside it joins others
spinning in the void.
I stare into my palette
pick up my wand…
Hi all, I don’t have too much time as I gear up to my first gig at giving a workshop. I’m getting a bit nervous…Lord, I hope I don’t bore everyone …no, no, no….I’ll be fine…Won’t it?…sure it will…no worries…right?
Ha! In a week’s time it will all be over and I can find something else to obsess about. What? You don’t know about the workshop thingy? Well, let me tell you..Nah! Just read the flyer below…
Beautiful Balgal Beach has plenty of camping/caravan sites. Come and make a week-end of it. You’ll fall in love with it.
On the writing front, I am slowly getting back into things, but right now I have to leave
P.S. Here is something a little strange that came to me last week. ENJOY!
WELCOME TO MY WORLD
It’s 3 a.m. and there is a bored meeting going on in my head. All the big-wigs are there, the minor feelings and senses will follow their leaders without thought or hesitation. Even if they have to be pushed into it a little, they will obey because that is their nature.
The Nerves are here tuning up under the pessimistic baton of Anxiety, who has obviously been drinking the heady nectar of Worry-wort. She has The Nerves singing in discordant rounds of where, when, why and what ifs.
Let’s see. There’s the CEOs of the Office of Emotions, Happiness and Anger; arguing as usual; Happy is annoying Anger by singing and laughing at the slightest provocation. I’m with Anger, Happy can be sooooo aggravating, but there’s no need for Anger to indulge in all that shouting and hyperbole. She’s being downright rude. We all tell her to pull her head in. Now she sits slumped in her chair, staring at the desk, arms crossed over her chest, ignoring everyone, refusing to speak even when spoken to.
The Department of Commonsense has sent along Strength, Perseverance and Endurance, who support each other through the toughest of times. They have no problem with each other, except that Strength can’t understand why the other two need propping up all the time. She can be a terrific bully if not held in check. Endurance is going on and on about her trials and tribulations. Perseverance doesn’t say much, just nods until she’s dizzy, falls off her chair, picks herself up and carries on as though nothing happened. She’s a bit weird like that.
The Bureau of Neatness and Order is here, holding hands as always. They are Siamese twins. Order tries to ensure we are all in the correct place and take our turns in giving our opinions. Neatness follows behind straightening the pads and pencils obsessively. She wipes up spills over and over, and frankly, gets in the way of our business.
The triplets Confusion, Disinterest and Inattention, are flicking spit-balls and tossing paper planes at everyone else. They keep getting out of place and mucking up all the hard work of the others, while their big brother, Chaos, rubs his hands and laughs at their antics.
The noise level in here is awful. Everyone wants their opinion to hold sway, but I can’t sort one out from the others. I do wish Confusion would shut the hell up. I’m getting a headache.
Oh dear, that’s animated Anger again. She is trying to shove Happiness out, but instead has opened the door to Sadness, who’s moaning and wailing, drowning in very real and sometimes imagined lakes of despair. She over-rides all other voices for a moment, but Strength, Endurance and Perseverance have taken her in hand and led her to her chair. Her noise abates, with only the occasional hiccup and wiping of a tear to let me know she’s not too far away.
Anger raps the table loudly, and into the following stillness says, ‘I’m sorry…
Uh oh, ‘schlop!’ a spit-ball stings Anger’s cheek and a paper plane lodges in her wild and woolly hair. She loses it; grabs daydreaming Disinterest, pinning her to the wall. Confusion washes over them both and Inattention leaps into the fray pointing to Sadness who is ramping up to a howl, again.
Happiness has gone AWOL.
Anger shakes off her assailants and lashes out at anyone and everyone. She takes a memory off the wall and bashes them with it until the original, true picture is unrecognisable, just another weapon in Anger’s armoury. Meanwhile, Pandemonium rushes in and eggs them all on. The noise level rises.
My head is going to explode. Strength, Perseverance and Endurance stand back against the wall, trying to keep out of the way and stop Sadness from taking over the podium. Papers, abuse and fists are flying. Water-colour memories, already faded and misty with time, are irreparably damaged. Strength wants to bash heir heads together, but Endurance and Perseverance convince her to stay strong.
Chaos has torn up today’s agenda, and throws the pieces into the air like confetti. The Nerves are strung out, plucking at the high, sharp notes. Anxiety winds them up to fever pitch, making every breath an effort, every muscle quivers.
Self-doubt is standing in the corner, where she has been hiding in plain-sight the whole time. She’s staring out at the madness from her self-imposed gloom with large fear-filled eyes. She’s being poked and prodded by Anger and Confusion. She sends out a warning tremor quickly followed by a tsunami of negativity.
Hurt creeps in and hugs both her and Sadness, assuring them they have every reason for their over-the-top reactions. Hurt settles but continues to tremble in an ague affecting the whole body.
Despite the cacophony in my head, my ears pick up an early morning trill. I open my windows to see a small light touching the horizon of a new day, slowly easing out darkness.
Calmness floats in on the slow sunrise. She hugs Anxiety, eases the baton from her tight-clenched fist and conducts The Nerves to a slower, more easeful beat. They respond slowly, loosening their grips and lightening their touch. Calmness now wafts around the room touching first one then another of the more disruptive elements. Confetti and paper planes drift to the floor.
Pandemonium and Chaos slink out the door as Neatness and Order sidle back in, just in front of Kindness, Hope and Love. Neatness sweeps up the debris and places pads and pencils back on the table, just so. Order rights the overturned chairs and directs us all to take our rightful seats, whispering, ‘There, there. We all have our parts to play. We just have to know our place in the pecking order.’
Calm talks from the notes of the morning chorus; the warble of the magpies, the raucous call of cockatoos, the soft cooing of doves and pigeons and the cheerful ‘chip-chip’ of the sunbirds.
Happiness, who had fainted clean away, is revived if not fully restored. She is paler and thinner than usual. Kookaburra fills her with a feast of ribald laughter, fey enough to make anybody smile.
With Calmness now reigning at the head of the table, I speak. ‘Let’s go for a long walk in the crisp morning air through the natural world. The path lies clear before us, all we have to do is tread it. But, first…group hug!’
Endurance is first on her feet, a most willing participant. Perseverance and Strength are close behind. Sadness and Hurt join Anxiety in moving more slowly forward; wanting comfort, but afraid they will get lost, or even killed in the crush. Neatness and Order check the room for stragglers and step up. All of us are encircled by the gentle embrace of Calmness, Hope, Love and Kindness. We move closer together, coalesce into a whole. Happiness rises from the centre.
I embrace them all, reassured that they each have their part to play in my life. If we stick together we can conquer anything. We walk as one into the call of the new day.
Look. It’s not always this mad in here, but yesterday was hard; things were said, injuries sustained, old wounds re-opened. The many me,s needed the promise of the new dawn to bring in The Calm, which allows Kindness, Hope and Love to enter. (c) Rosa Christian
So, this week – did you notice I said week? That’s because I have decided to make this a weekly chat. No, seriously. I know I’ve said that before but I’m really going to make an effort this time!
Anyhow as I said,..this week I’ve decide to show you some of the effort I’ve been making to get better at oil painting. I purchased some lessons from the U.S. by E. John Robinson, who sadly has passed. The utube recordings are copies of videos I think because the colours are not very distinct. Luckily E. John talks about colour as he demonstrates. I am enjoying the process, though it does feel a bit weird to be painting American trees and scenes because I’m from Australia. I wish E. John was alive as I would love to have met him.
The two below are from his landscape series :-
The one below is a Canadian Scene from a photo sent by one of the ‘lations over there. I am currently searching my archives for Australian inspiration.
Not too bad, if I do say so myself. Let me know what you think…
Ciao for now,
P.S. I have found a painting to do and have made a start…beautiful, isn’t it?
Hi there, I have been very busy over with Percy Rose trying to help with covers and setting up newsletters and stuff. so have had little time for my own writing. I have however collated the last 10 years of my poetry and will soon bring it out on amazon and probably Smash words.
During all the dramas of the past 18months or so I haven’t felt like actually writing poetry, but as the wet season ends and life here in Queensland is good, after all is said and done, I might get back to it. However, I feel like I need a refresher course to get me going again.
Although the other day, (I say the other day, but in fact it was about 6 mths ago. How time flies.) I was feeling so good and in a poetic frame of mind, though not yet ready to write any. I did, however, write about that day and having just reread my words I found that some of that peaceful contentedness came back to me. therefore, I have decided to share them with you.
Today is the first time in ages I feel like writing poetry. I have been feeling good, but there is something different inside me. I haven’t written any poetry for months, ye gods even a couple of years, I think.
I am presuming it’s anxiety which has driven my muse into hiding. I’ve done other writing and learned much about self-publishing, but have had absolutely no poetry, no impulse to poetry and I’ve missed it.
It is overcast today as I sit at a table on The Strand awaiting the arrival of my breakfast. I may get rained upon, but I don’t really care. It is November here in North Queensland. Southerners would say it’s hot but at about 28 degrees Celcius it is right in my comfort zone, and the fact that it is humid as well makes it about perfect.
Unlike many people here I don’t want to escape the weather. I don’t want to hide inside in uncomfortably cool air-con. If I wanted to be cold I would move south, but the only thing cold weather does for me is make me want to hibernate. No seriously, I can’t function in the cold, and by cold I mean anything below 20 degrees C. Laugh if you will, but that is the truth.
Anyhow, I digress…
Yes, now at this moment, sitting here I feel…well, I don’t know how to describe it really. I feel whole, at peace, content, healthy, grateful, excited, calm, positive, loved and loving. It is an extraordinary moment.
I have just finished my breakfast. It was nothing special – eggs, tomato, ciabatta toast and haloumi, if you must know.
It seems to me that there is a gentle enjoyment in everyone here in the cafe, on The Strand, looking out to Magnetic Island over a mill pond still, green ocean whose surface ripples slightly under the air currents.
Everyone is contentedly, but unconsciously enjoying this same upbeat moment with me. Couples converse, friends greet each other and settle in for a good long chat. At the table behind me a group of men, about 7 of them, obviously old mates, tell tales and share relaxed laughter.
I’m not quite ready to write poetry, but wanted to share this ephemeral moment in my life with you, whoever you are.
Maybe we will meet some day; until then – health and happiness to you. Rosa.
Goodness that went on for a bit, but it is exactly as I wrote it. I hope you were able to share and enjoy the sensations of that time with me. Ciao for now, Rosa.
Yes, I have been slack. My excuse is that I’ve been nursing my alter-ego along trying to get print copies of their book done and ordered. For details see Percy’s latest blog. We have had some trouble, and still have in some quarters, but our first shipment should arrive in a few weeks…fingers and toes crossed.
Now, I can settle down and get on with publishing my next book of poetry. Tentative Title is Light and Dark. My trouble with titling my poetry is that I write about all sorts of things and have no theme except the life around me and my inner life. What do you think of the title?
It is the wet season here and Dog and I got the ‘lack of Vitamin D blues’, but now the sun is shining, and back to heavenly weather we head. My yard has dried out enough so I have mowed at least but there is much weed pulling needed.
In the meantime, I’m still painting…I am taking video lessons with the late E. John Robinson. Love his work and attitude and relaxed style. Some of the lessons I’ve got are rescued from tape so the colours he is mixing are a little difficult to see…luckily I have ears. Here is one I did following the video — Mountain Lake. Not too bad, considering it’s not Australian scenery, and I certainly have no snow-covered mountains where I live in North Queensland. Not excellent, still…
I followed this up with a painting from a photo of Lac Louise (I believe) taken by one of my Canadian nieces, which she kindly said I could use. Of course, I changed the clouds, a lot, and brought in brighter sunlight from the upper right and made some other minor adjustments. Overall, I’m quite pleased with the finished product. More practice needed though.
Oh, and we put on another ‘Bubbles and Brushes’ night, and despite the fact that it was absolutely pelting down 2/3 of the people signed up turned up, and a fine time was had by all.
Well that is all I have until next time, when I might have some exciting news…
Well hi there, here it is 4th January 2021 and I am only just getting round to wishing you all the best for the New Year. Look after yourself and others, stay safe and keep others safe. You and they deserve at least that.
I would like to say that the reason I’ve been so slack is that I’ve been soooo busy…but that would be a lie. I mean I have done and am doing things but not at anything like a hectic pace. In fact, I’ve slowed right down. I didn’t realise I was needing to ease back until I did, I have spent a lot of time sitting around on my own except for my darling Sinbad.
I live in tropical North Queensland and it is the rainy season, The Wet. It started raining a couple of weeks ago and has barely stopped, consequently my garden has reverted to jungle and the Triffids are taking over my house starting with the back verandah. I can do little about it until we get a spell of dry, which doesn’t look likely any time soon. There is a Low in the Gulf to the N.E. of us, which is not likely to impact us much except for … you guessed it, more rain.
Artwise, I haven’t done much over the celebration season, but I did some Christmas gifts for the Grands. I can’t show you yet because the southern group haven’t received theirs yet. And, I have started a new sort-of commission. You’ll see what I mean when I’ve finished. I’ve also done a small mock-up of my next Percivals entry. I think it is a hoot, but you will have to wait 2 years to see it, haha.
I am working to put out my next poetry book, am slow getting it off the ground, as arranging it for Vellum is a pain in the butt. I’ll get there but jeez I wish they would do a special poetry book set up. I need more control than the present set up gives me.
And am about to enter a short memoir piece in a comp. I’ve read to a couple of people who have been very kind but methinks they aren’t exactly unbiased. Ah well, time will tell.
So that’s about it for now. How about you what are you up to, what do you have planned for the New Year? Remember to take the time to take time. Ciao for now, Rosa