How Research Begins…

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RESEARCH UPDATE: Words. Whenever I come across an interesting word, or a word that I have never encountered before, naturally I want to remember it or them.
When I first read the historical novel, THE CAMERONS, set in Scotland in the 17th or 18th century, I came across a word that I absolutely fell in love with, and, it in turn changed the course of my entire life.
The word was “moudiewart”—the archaic Scottish word for ‘mole’. To paraphrase how it was used in the novel, a young Highland woman is taking her Lowland lover to meet her family for the first time. She describes them as “Och, they’re naught but moudiewarts scrabbling underground.” Or, something to that effect. Her family were miners.
Naturally, the first thing I do when I come across a new word is to 1) make a notation and 2) look it up in the OED for more clarification.
I discovered that moudiewart wasn’t the oldest form of this fascinating word used to describe moles. The most archaic is “moldo warpo”—literally “earth thrower”. There are many variations of moudiewart: mowldiwart, mowldiwarpe, moldywarp, mowdiewart, etc. Each word sang to my heart and became the foundation for an entire mythology.
But, to get back to my original post about words. I have to share with you a few new words (and some already familiar to me) that I came across in THE OLD WAYS. Just from reading these words your imagination will flare and be fired up. And you easily see why they are now an integral part of my literary life.
1. Trods & holloways
2. The Doorway & meteor showers
3. Humans are animals and like all animals we leave tracks as we walk: signs of passage made in snow, sand, mud, grass, dew, earth, or moss. The language of hunting has a luminous word for such mark-making: “foil”. A creature’s ‘foil’ is its track.
4. Green roads, drove roads, corpse roads, trods, lets, dykes, drones, warns, snickets—say the names out loud and at speed and they become a poem or rite — holloways, bostles, shutes, driftways, lichways, ridings, halterpaths, cartways, carneys, causeways, herepaths.
5. Many regions still have their old ways, connecting place to place…
6. In the Netherlands there are ‘doodwegen’ and ‘spookwegen’ — death roads and ghost roads—which converge on medieval cemeteries.
7. Certain coffin paths in Cumbria have flat ‘resting stones’ on the uphill side, on which the bearers cold place their load, shake out tired arms and roll stiff shoulders; certain coffin paths in the west of Ireland have recessed resting stones, in the alcoves of which each mourner would place a pebble.
8. The way-marking of old paths is an esoteric lore of its own, involving cairns, grey wethers, sarsens, hoarstones, longstones, milestones, cromlechs and other guide-signs.
9. Paths are the habits of a landscape. They are acts of consensual making. It’s hard to create a footpath on your own.
10. Like sea channels that require regular dredging to stay open, paths need ‘walking’.
This will give you a taste as to how I take notes, what catches my eye and inspires a creative thought, and which words and ideas I take to my heart.
This is how I read: Carefully underlining and making notes in my notebook!

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When is art real?

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Today I posted this on my FaceBook page:

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I’m reading Jacqueline Winspear’s “Maisie Dobbs” books and this question was put to Maisie Dobbs in the current book I’m reading:

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The above quotation is my paraphrasing of a question put to Maisie Dobbs in an interview. I like to ponder the imponderable questions in life.  Especially when the question strikes close to home in my own creative life and struggles.

As an illustrator, editors, art directors, and book designers like to see what an illustration or entire book will look like before the finished art is completed.  This is always a peril for me because once I have worked out the composition for an illustration, and can see exactly how it will look as a finished piece (in my mind), the illustration is finished.  I pretty much lose interest in the picture but still have to do the finished hands on work to create the finished illustration that will appear in a book.

So, when I came across the question as to “When is art real?” it gave me pause to understand why I struggle so much in finishing the art for a book.  In my mind once I know what it’s going to look like it’s finished.

Words to live by…

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Four days ago six tiny baby mice appeared in the kitchen here at John’s house in Dearborn.  We did our best to feed them (kitten milk replacement formula as instructed) and kept them warm and safe.  None of the week old baby mice survived despite all our efforts.

Since I was a young boy I have always loved animals and birds.  Especially farm animals and small animals.  I cannot bear to see any animal suffer or be mistreated.  We were so hopeful that these baby mice would survive and would live out their life with us, cared for and loved.

Here are some photos of the tiny mice.

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Summer reading murder mysteries…

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I’ve spent most of the summer reading murder mysteries by M. C. Beaton, Peter May, and Jacqueline Winspear.  I have become a huge fan of all three writers.  Each one appeals to me for different reasons, but the one thing they all have in common is the fact that they are all outstanding writers!   Brilliant, actually.

I read/listened to all the Hamish Macbeth mysteries over a period of 40 days or so.  Then I moved on to Peter May’s Lewis trilogy.  I took a break from these beautifully written books only because they are a bit more gritty and graphic than the “cozy” murder mysteries of Beaton and Winspear.

Here is the Lewis trilogy:

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I particularly love the cover designs and artwork done for the front covers!

It’s been a while…

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It’s been a while since I posted anything in this Writing Blog.  I really haven’t had much of anything to write about.  I’m still at an impasse in the studio and decided that I needed inspiration in order to break through the bottleneck.  I decided to do what inspires me most—READ!

In May I read nearly all of M.C. Beaton’s Hamish Macbeth murder mysteries.  Great stories (except for the last few).   The stories are set in the Scottish Highlands.  Naturally, I had an intrinsic interest in them.  And I have become a devotee of Hamish Macbeth and all things Lochdubh.

Here is the complete listing of the books if you’d like to give them a try.  They are “cozy” murder mysteries, not the grisly graphic violent sort.   I also listened to all the books on Audible.  The name following the title is the reader of that particular book.  Shaun Grindell was my favorite and the best reader for the stories.

HAMISH MACBETH MYSTERIES BY M. C. BEATON  (Born 1936)

  1. Death of a Gossip March 1985              Anthony Ferguson

 

  1. Death of a Cad February 1987          Anthony Ferguson

 

  1. Death of an Outsider November 1988       Shaun Grindell

 

  1. Death of a Perfect Wife November 1989       Shaun Grindell

 

  1. Death of a Hussy November 1990       Shaun Grindell

 

  1. Death of a Snob July 1991                   Shaun Grindell

 

  1. Death of a Prankster June 1992                  Shaun Grindell

 

  1. Death of a Greedy Woman April 1993       Shaun Grindell

 

  1. Death of a Travelling Man  December 1993     Shaun Grindell

 

  1. Death of a Charming Man September 1994       Shaun Grindell

 

  1. Death of a Nag July 1995                    Shaun Grindell

 

  1. Death of a Macho Man August 1997             Shaun Grindell

 

  1. Death of a Dentist August 1997             Shaun Grindell

 

  1. Death of a Scriptwriter June 1998                  Shaun Grindell

 

  1. Death of an Addict May 1999                  Davina Porter

            Note: Very bad reviews

 

  1. A Highland Christmas November 1999       Graeme Malcolm

 

  1. Death of a Dustman March 2001               Graeme Malcolm

 

  1. Death of a Celebrity   January 2002             Graeme Malcolm

 

  1. Death of a Village March 2003               Graeme Malcolm

 

  1. Death of a Poison Pen   February 2004           Graeme Malcolm

 

  1. Death of a Bore February 2005           Graeme Malcolm

 

  1. Death of a Dreamer           February 2006           Graeme Malcolm

not the best mystery

 

  1. Death of a Maid March 2007               Graeme Malcolm

 

  1. Death of a Gentle Lady February 2008          Graeme Malcolm

 

  1. Death of a Witch March 2009               Graeme Malcolm

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NOTE: All the following books got really bad reviews from readers

 

  1. Death of a Valentine January 2010             Graeme Malcolm

 

  1. Death of a Chimney Sweep March 2011            Graeme Malcolm

            Note: Bad reviews

 

  1. Death of a Kingfisher March 2012               Graeme Malcolm

 

  1. Death of Yesterday           April 2013                  Graeme Malcolm

 

  1. Death of a Policeman February 2014           Graeme Malcolm

 

  1. Death of a Liar           February 2015           Graeme Malcolm

 

  1. Death of a Nurse           February 2016           Graeme Malcolm

Here are the front covers of the first two books:

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To write in a journal

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12973041_10208646307412429_7302323271562789593_oSTUDIO UPDATE:  The other day I came across a word in someone’s post.  This word is one that grates on my nerves every time I see it or hear it—journaling.

As a writer I do write in a journal, every day.

I keep a journal, every day.

I carry a journal with me everywhere I go, every day.

I write in my journal but I don’t journal anything.

PLEASE, I beg of you, “journaling” is not a verb, let alone a word.

Simply state: I wrote in my journal today.  It was gratifying.

You don’t have to add the “It was gratifying.” if it wasn’t.

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