138. 2 June 2019
Early afternoon. This morning you decided, out of the blue, to share one blog a week. From now on then, on Sunday you will share a blog of your choice on your Facebook page for your 'Friends' not the world to see. - Amorella
1349 hours. I feel better with this kind of sharing -- once a week is enough. I had six likes last time I did. That sounds about right too. I'll pick one with humor and irony since Miss Havisham likes that too.
As this is about me (and souls in general) this is appropriate.Perspective is what I want you and the other readers to see. Perspective is enough. - mh
1356 hours. Good. Perhaps it will cause me to hesitate before I begin the bully pulpit business, i.e. lecturing.
Define 'lecturing' orndorff. You lectured about one thing or another three to five times a week in your classes; sometimes for the whole hour for thirty-seven years. It's built in, only now you don't use any notes. You were notorious for using notes and at least inspecting what the students were taking down once in a while. - Amorella
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lecture - noun- an educational talk to an audience, especially to students in a university or college. • a long, serious speech, especially one given as a scolding or reprimand: the usual lecture on table manners.
verb[no object] deliver an educational lecture or lectures: she was lecturing to her class of eighty students. • [with object] give a lecture to (a class or other audience): he was lecturing future generations of health-service professionals. • [with object] talk seriously or reprovingly to (someone): don't lecture me!
ORIGIN late Middle English (in the sense ‘reading, a text to read’): from Old French, or from medieval Latin lectura, from Latin lect- ‘read, chosen’, from the verb legere.
Selected and edited from the Oxford/American software
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Orndorff, underline the first use also even though you didn't teach at a college or university. - Amorella
1410 hours. It doesn't seem proper because I didn't teach at a college or university. I would not have made a good college professor because I don't have the qualifications needed, never did, i.e. I am not a scholar.
You are a student. Remember your Chaucer. - Amorella
1414 hours. Thank you. Amorella. I am humbly appreciative. I feel better not underlying the first definition.
Later. You are at the Proper Garden Nursery at the northwest corner Rt. 315 and Hyatts Road. Carol is looking for plants for your eight feet-to-the-fence of 'natural outback'. - Amorella
A move (with two plants in the back seat) up to Shale Hollow park. You are facing south at the trees and fifteen-foot naked shale cliff about fifteen yards ahead of you. Carol is on page 149 (Chapter 18) of Coben's Darkest Fear. - Amorella
1522 hours. I can smell the fresh oxygen from trees and vegetation. A pleasant Sunday afternoon. What, ho! A baby chipmunk, about the size my fore and middle fingers plus a tail. Cute little guy. He was about twelve feet to the southwest beside a tree trunk before disappearing from view.
What does this scene remind you of, orndorff? - Amorella
1529 hours. It reminds me of Merlyn in his private camp area in Avalon, or a facsimile of Avalon in my imagination. This was about five or six hundred Anno Domini in the story. He has a pet with him, an owl or hawk I think. He has a small cabin, conjured up from the concept of Thoreau’s cabin (size-wise) at Waldon's Pond, but Medieval-like in structure. There is a river nearby and the setting is out of his time alive in a small forest of trees in Scotland. The river is about ten feet from the cabin and he has a small boat, I forget the name, that the Celts of the area used. To the north there is a mountain (in his soul - this is all in his soul) and somewhere on or beyond the mountain is his secret way back to Earth, returning as a spirit to Amorella so she can translate the scene. After all, he is Merlyn and he knows things mortals such as I do not know. (1544)
In a moment you were there once again in your head. - mh
1546 hours. Whoa. Once again, you are like a faery of old, Amorella, placing me into a momentary enchantment.
This is how it still is in your head and spirit, Mr. Orndorff. Those books your fingers wrote (not grammar error and factual free) are in here for your personal and soul bound comfort. The writing was real enough to drop in here. Perhaps not word for word, but the sense of it is similar to your paragraph at 1529 hours. - mh
1554 hours. Oh, were this so it would be as Heaven to me. I miss Merlyn and his pet, whatever it was. Avalon was a neat and mystical place where I couldn't go but Merlyn could. And, as such, at this moment, you are as an Angel, Amorella, be ye be or no.
Carol is out working on her flowers after you both watched the national news while eating a light supper. - Amorella
You dropped into a slump because you had your highlight of the day, the paragraph at 1529. Once that paragraph was written your momentary 'enchantment', as it were, immediately disappeared. - mh
2009 hours. It is remarkable that I could draw up that scene so close to the intensity of the original writing. I was perhaps hypnotically self-reintroduced into that general scene. The shock is that the scene is still in my head in the first place. I haven't thought about that scene for years, maybe a decade. Where is that memory set itself, for this length of time? Surely, it is in the brain. Spiritual memory has to have a basis, a bio-chemical place. I don't have a good memory. Anyone who knows me knows this. Memories don't readily reconnect and it is difficult to believe any memory is completely factual unless it is indeed an accepted fact, and, even then, if it is based solely on human observations, it might still be questioned, and rightly so -- that's what courts and judges and juries are for. (2029) [I can't believe I have been writing this for ten minutes.]
Your time spent writing is the key. Ten minutes is way too long in your mind for writing such a short thought that you can read in a few seconds. You envision yourself as not-in-a-flowing-consciousness-while-the-fingers-are-on-and-off-the-keyboard-until-the-work-is-completed; until the thought is completed in word and sentence form the thought is not real. The confusion comes with the thought being real, but the thought may still be real imagination in content, not reality real. mh
That indeed may be the case. I become confused over the thought being real when it is only real imagination, not real, and I use this confusion to add a believable reality to the fiction. I allow myself to accept this error to attempt to make my story more realistic to the reader, and also to myself. It is no wonder I am confused with it sometimes, but only in writing. I can accept this. I am not a madman. I can understand and accept what being human is, but I don't have to like the conditionals as they are.
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