Relevance

Someone may say to me, “Your reviews are relevant”. It’s a compliment. He likes my reviews. But are they relevant? Being relevant is how it sounds rather than what it is. Relevance, therefore, is illusion. What’s relevant writing depends on the reader and their point of view. The person who says that my reviews are relevant is judging that on his own point of view. Relevance is not objective.

Running in parallel

In “The Wind in the Willows”, a children’s book that’s considered a classic and that I am presently reading, there’s the main action and we find out later what was going on in parallel to that action in a conversational scene. The author chose to tell what happened in parallel in just one scene. I found this worked perfectly, in this case. So, the question I have, is why would an author choose one lot of action first and tell the reader what happened in parallel later on, in just one scene? I think the author must know how this choice would effect the flow of the story. It may flow better that way. By telling two stories at once in parallel may lesson the effectiveness of the story as a whole. You may lose the gist of the story. Parallel plot lines — where two stories are told in parallel at virtually the same time — are the exception and one uses it only for the purposes of telling the story more effectively, without losing the gist of the story.

After

Street sight is long, run-by the forlorn,

A cloud settling across. The street mastered by a turn, as ghosts come and go.

Darkness one thinks she sees, ghosts flashing across trees, deafening cries of the lost souls from purgatory,

Lingering in her mind the fraternity,

Their callings exciting the moon

And along comes the white and spot of lunar light and valleys of doom,

There she finds Silence rambling, the day languishing, but not in the heart of someone lying down.

Curious she bent Surprised to find one who rose to meet her, with a crown.

The light brighter than before. Enlightened, wonder-awed, by the face,

She fell into the calm, the breeze behind.

And saw the street unlike before.

The way of the Write

This week has been seeing several devotions sent off to the same publisher, which is a record of a sort. One I did a month ago was rejected by the same publisher. However, two weeks ago, one was accepted for publication–by the same publisher. That is the way of things. The way of the Write. At least this time. And two of the ones I sent were recovered from the rubbish bin, which was pleasing to see they didn’t come to waste.

Caught in time

If a devotion I’m writing is not working out at a point in time, I send it to a folder dedicated to parking unusable devotions. There’s one in particular I’ve been fond of taking out and recycling whenever I go into the pharmacy that inspired the devotion. So, today, I took the piece out for another look at it. I happened to be reading just the right Bible verse at the time that fitted the theme of the devotion so I got to work. An incident that happened last week was also included. After about six months marinating, it’s come together at last, when I thought that was the end of it some moons ago. Satisfaction.