Wednesday, August 24, 2011

The Endless Sea of Merworld Fans

Okay...I'm being sarcastic. I think I've had more dates than blog hits since I've started this merworld blog (not too many in other words). Maybe I'm stuck in a whirlpool or stagnant water? No. I prefer to think I'm in a navigable eddy. With some paddle work I'll be back in the current soon! Keep on reading and believing. The Merworld is waiting for us all to dive in.

Saturday, August 20, 2011

Why a Merworld Blog

So, I've made a bunch of pretty lame entries on this Merworld blog. I must admit I haven't been concerned because I only have one follower (one of my sisters) and I get hardly any hits. Okay. So, in some ways I'm just writing this for myself. Could this state of bloghood change?

The answer is yes. This past week I had some activity on this crazy Merworld blog. It wasn't outrageous, but it was enough to start thinking I might actually get some readers. I do think the topic and all it could potentially cover is huge. Hey, mermaids are big right now...or so the media says. So, if you are asking "Why a Merworld blog?", my answer must be "Why not!"

Saturday, August 13, 2011

Wishing I was at the Sea

I've been land locked way too long. I haven't been in the ocean since Christmas and Paje Beach in Zanzibar. I'm missing the water, waves and maids. As I say this, I know I will have some time before I'm back at a beach. My current job hunt is looking at an extended return to the desert. I don't mind the desert for my home as long as I can look forward to a beach break not too far into the future.

Saturday, August 6, 2011

Under the Sea

You ever feel like you're under the sea. I do at times. Right now it's a little like that. Kinda like I'm tangled in life's mysteries. I'm back at a summer camp I used to work at. I actually came to get away from my Mom's place (where I've had an unexpected mid-life extended stay...it hasn't been much fun). Anyhow, I keep getting caught in thoughts of the potential of this setting. I'm think of a healing place. A place for those who have gone through issues of toxicity (whether from a traumatic childhood or exposure to toxins or both). The camp lake is too low to keep any of the Mer too happy. As for myself, I have rekindled memories and old friendships which are likely to stay for a lifetime.

So, it may be I'm under the sea, but I seem to always bob up to the surface.

Sunday, July 31, 2011

Chasing Mermaids: The Process of Writing a Novel

You may be happy to hear, I actually ventured into public presentation of my merworld related writing yesterday. Actually, I had my arm twisted just a little. Jessie, the head librarian for the public library in Frankinville, NY (where I have had an unplanned and less than ideal extended stay), asked if I would be interested in doing a presentation on writing; "It'd be a way to help promote your writing," she suggested.

So I did it. Overall folks seemed happy with it (or at least my two sisters and mom said that I did a good job). I guess it was okay. I tried to share how the process might go. I let them know up front the process for my merworld fantasy was anything but complete. I also tried my best to make it useful to those who would like to take themselves on a similar adventure.

In the end, no mermaids were caught. Sometimes life isn't about the product though...sometimes it is all about the process. Swim deep, Joe

Saturday, July 23, 2011

Chasing Mermaids: A Presentation

The local library in Franklinville will host a presentation I'll be doing next Saturday at 10am. I titled it "Chasing Mermaids: The Process of Writing a Novel". I haven't started thinking about what I'll say yet. I guess I am figuring it will mostly be winging it. The story of how the novel evolved is pretty rich. I guess I'd say it isn't typical...so I need to keep in mind what would be useful to those wanting to pursue writing a book.

Saturday, July 9, 2011

The Merworld Reality

I am speaking with a friend in France at the moment. She loves the sea as much as I do...maybe more. I thought I'd make this short entry while she finishes a phone call over her way. It amazes me that the signal of my voices and images are traveling completely over the Atlantic Ocean. I am liking to hear her conversation in French and wonder what lies in the waters between us.