My epiphony

A morning view from Little Solsbury Hill, Bath. | Photographer: Artur Lesniak/arturlesniak.com | Date: 28/10/2015 | Copyright: Artur Lesniak/Local World

In 1983, having made the tough choice to leave the band Genesis and pursue a solo career, Peter Gabriel wrote the song “Solsbury Hill”. I’ve played it for many years and still like it very much, though I have to admit I never really understood the story behind the song until very recently.

With the band on the verge of taking a giant step onto a global stage, Gabriel decided to walk a different path and parted company. Solsbury Hill was penned as a result of a soul-searching experience on top of the hill and would become his debut single – but it wasn’t until I heard Daryl Braithwaite’s cover (ex “Sherbet”) in a live concert at the QPAC Concert Hall that I really got on board.

The song has a very special, very significant meaning for me; which I think parallels what Gabriel must have been experiencing at the time.

Though it was very late in life when I started writing, when I finally began typing it all came out in a massive rush. With no plan, no plot and only a blank page in front of me, GOTH, all 500 pages, was done and dusted in around 10 weeks and I had absolutely no control over the process. I would have given up several times, had it not been for the support of good friends Lance and Jacky. God only knows what I put them through during that time… I hope they have forgiven me!

Anyway, in line with the song; at that point I saw the light and I knew something very big had happened to me – time stood still as I wrote… the eagle had flown out of the night and had taken me away. A few… a trusted and precious few, said I had hold of something that just had to be pursued. I didn’t believe them, but I started my second book less than a week later and trusted my imagination…

Without any warning whatsoever, I found myself at a junction. My writing was clumsy, even immature, but my head kept coming up with idea after idea. Meanwhile, I had a business to run and bills to pay. Every day there was a constant barrage of advice from nay-saying friends, whose counsel was to stop this writing nonsense and get a real job. I had to think about the company I kept and sadly, had to cut some ties. I wanted to do this… had to do this. Writing gave me a freedom I had never experienced before in my life; yet, all the time, as I sought to get my stories out to a wider audience, I lived with the absolute knowledge that if I became successful as an author I would be trapped again in the very machinery I run from.

Today, though I may not be exactly where I want to be, I continue to smile at people who are free with their good advice; because although I’m not there yet, I can see where I am aiming for. The rest is just trekking the right course…

The YouTube link is here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GimLuOUVkxg

Turn up the volume and enjoy – the lyrics are as follows:

Climbing up on Solsbury Hill
I could see the city light
Wind was blowing, time stood still
Eagle flew out of the night
He was something to observe
Came in close, I heard a voice
Standing, stretching every nerve
I had to listen had no choice
I did not believe the information
I just had to trust imagination
My heart going boom, boom, boom
Son, he said, grab your things I’ve come to take you home

To keep in silence I resigned
My friends would think I was a nut
Turning water into wine
Open doors would soon be shut
So I went from day to day
Though my life was in a rut
Till I thought of what I’d say
And which connection I should cut
I was feeling part of the scenery
I walked right out of the machinery
My heart going boom, boom, boom
Son, he said, grab your things I’ve come to take you home

When illusion spin her net
I’m never where I want to be
And liberty she pirouette
When I think that I am free
Watched by empty silhouettes
Close their eyes but still can see
No one taught them etiquette
So I will show another me
Today I don’t need a replacement
I’ll tell them what the smile on my face meant
My heart going boom, boom, boom
Hey, I said, you can keep my things they’ve come to take me home

gg… over and out 😉

 

Who Foo that?

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For those of you who are wondering – no, I was not on the beach with Redfoo!

Actually, I was snapping off a few other photos when I happened to catch this out of the corner of my eye. It just goes to show you, the weirdest things can pop up out of nowhere.

Great visual for a demonic creation though – don’t you think? Very Gorgonesque!

gg (and Redfoo)… over and out!

It’s just a jump to the left…

Volleyball Gold

Here’s a thought:

During the Rio Olympics, the women’s volleyball teams each played 8 preliminary games. Of the medal-winning teams, China won 5 of their preliminary matches and lost 3; Serbia won 6 and lost 2; and the United States team won 7 and lost 1.

In the finals series, the US team came home with the Bronze medal, Serbia with Silver and China with Gold.

The moral here is: a few failures in the challenges life throws at you may not be such a bad thing in the long run. The main thing is, what you draw personally from each stumble, what you learn about those around you on the way through, and how you use what you have learned in preparation for the next challenge.

Short and sweet!

gg… over and out!

This, is my Kung Fu!

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I thought I would share this with you… when my head is fuzzy and I’m looking for a breeze strong enough to blow away some cobwebs, this is where I go. I’m not sure if it’s been officially named yet, so I just refer to it as Coomera Lake.

This weekend, the lake was the venue for a rowing regatta and the place was absolutely buzzing with participants, boats and supporters. By the time I went out walking, later in the afternoon, things were calming down and the crowd wasn’t large enough to upset my rhythm. I managed two laps of the path around the lake – 8km’s in total – more than enough to send that dreadful, spying exercise monitoring program on my mobile phone into an alarm frenzy! Apparently, according to that pesky thing at least, I done good; but, to be honest, it’s just nice to get back to something like normal after a tough winter.

gg… over and out!

 

They’ve created a monster!

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OMG!!! I’ve discovered the world of Gear VR and Oculus… 3-D and 360-degree imagery – and I’m hooked!

So, back in June I decided to upgrade my mobile phone and settled on the Samsung Galaxy s7 Edge. Those of you who know me well would also know I am by no means a technocrat – so to be completely honest, when I bought the new phone, I really wondered what all the hype was about.

At the time I made the purchase, Samsung were running a ‘free gift’ campaign – namely, their new Gear VR 3D viewer. I thought the thing looked ungainly and that I would most likely have very little use for it; but when I filled out the warranty paperwork online my name was automatically entered on the list of people who qualified to receive the gift. I’d completely forgotten about it until last Wednesday, when I took delivery of the package and opened it.

I have to say, my first trial was clumsy and really only the result of being inquisitive; and though only very brief, I saw enough to stir further interest. My second and third trials were more down to determination… it was obvious this new gadget had a lot more to offer and I decided to persist until I found out more.

Now, just five days later, not only am I a convert, but I’m beginning to see untold possibilities for this mind-blowing technology. As part of my research for writing (wink-wink), I have already begun to immerse myself in spectacular 360-degree still photos, in breathtaking 3-D artworks and brilliant 3-D point-of-view experiences – and all I can say is, WOW!

Last night, I waltzed in the vacuum of space with an astronaut on a space-walk mission outside the ISS; I rode point on the “Joker’s Revenge” roller coaster; the Juno spacecraft, currently in orbit around Saturn, was right there in my bedroom and so close I could almost touch it; Paul McCartney allowed me into his recording studio and gave one-on-one insight on how he produced a hit; I took a seat on the flight-deck of the space shuttle on re-entry into earth’s atmosphere; and a ride in a rally car left me breathless – not to mention very nauseous as a result of non-motion sickness! If I had to choose just one word to describe the experience, it could only be – exhilarating!

In the words of Molly… if you own a Samsung 6 or 7 model phone, do yourselves a  favour and buy one of these things. It’s early days in this new world, but I see so much potential.

One warning… be very careful where you are standing when you don the Gear and set your mind free – there is a high tendency to wander and one can easily become disoriented. My shins have already copped a knock or three!

gg… over and out!

Oh look…

The Main Me    Print

Lately, I’ve been experiencing something of an internal struggle… all is well in my life, relatively speaking, but staying on track and on target has been a real challenge. Obviously, there’s something lacking within and I’m on a bit of a mission to understand why my creative mojo is out of whack. The two posters above – courtesy of Personality Central – may well hold the perfect explanation. I’ll be back shortly… need a biscuit…

Where was I? Oh yes… I’ve known for many years that I’m a borderline I/E and that the other three parameters are well up the scale. If you examine the finer detail, the very top line is where I believe the problem lies… possibly as a result of the missing something, I’ve been over-indulging my extrovert side and allowing the distractions in en masse. Oh look, a bird!

Where was I? Ah yes… distractions… The fix, of course, is to shut myself off for a while and just get things done. I’ve mentioned the desire to do this to several friends recently, but haven’t really being paying near enough attention to my own healing ability. “Wytch” (Pt 2), with only about 20-30 pages to go, has been left in a very awkward holding pattern and other projects are jamming up behind. I’m sure it was like that 6 weeks ago, and although the progress is visible, my pace with it has been all over the place. Wait one… need to check the Olympic results…

Where was I? Oh yes… of course… My next few weeks will be tricky, but as soon as they are behind me, I really must plan another visit to the fabulous Kirkly Manor – where my computer works but my mobile phone doesn’t!

Did you hear that? I distinctly heard a sigh of relief – most probably, from me!

gg… over and – oh, before I go, I couldn’t help but notice who my creative counterparts are listed as on these posters and found them very interesting; particularly when I’ve mentioned several of the same names in my author’s bio as being major creative influences! Freaky eh? Oh… a text message…

Where was I? Ah yes!

gg… over and out!

Under The Dome…

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I observed this incredible phenomenon late on Saturday afternoon, while out and about on a clear-my-head walk. This particular image was taken by my friend Wei – visiting briefly as the leader of a tour group. They’re all off up to Cairns today – lucky devils!

At the time, my view of it was quite different – I had my head down and was moving along at a fair old pace, with headphones plugged in and Bowie cranked. I first saw it as a reflection on the mottled surface of the lake I was circumnavigating and when I looked up, the Tower of Terror at Dreamworld was right under the centre of the arch. I was far too slow to whip out my phone and capture the image as I saw it, but thanks to Wei, we all have an opportunity to revel in one of nature’s finest visual displays.

My apologies to you, Stephen; for catching a quick lift on your up-draft!

gg… over and out!

 

The Blue Screen of Death…

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I’ve seen this once too often of late and I keep blaming my computer, but in truth, I honestly don’t think that’s the problem 🙁  Sure, I’m running an ancient Dell Dimension 9200, but in its day it came with the best of everything and up until the Windows 10 upgrade late last year, I didn’t have any running problems at all.

Now, in an effort to stave off the loss of hours of work every time another crash occurs, I’ve had to set Word to auto-save my documents every few minutes, which can be as equally frustrating as seeing the aptly-named “Blue Screen of Death!”

I dearly love this old comp and often fantasize about working my way through a raft of transplants to keep it going, but there’s a sad inevitability of keeping pace with the speed change in the techno world. Lately, I’ve been eyeing up a cute little 8Gb, 1Tb i5 number… desktop… and maybe a TabPro, for when I’m on the move – as a sort-of temporary, middle of the road replacement for my equally dated laptop.

Decisions, decisions!

Between now and when I make up my mind, can someone please write to me and explain what I’ve just said, because I’m stuffed if I know what it is I’m actually talking about!

gg… over and out!