Tag Archive: London


Pillars

Borrowed from time,
fooling the eye
Staking their claim,
where money plays
Pericles gawks,
and rolls his eyes
Wisdom has left,
greed takes its place
The homeless sleep
on hidden streets
Expensive suits,
pretend to cry
The pillars watch,
unworthy spines

Somewhere in the Financial District, London
Photo by: c.b.w. 2006

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c.b.w. 2014

Castle

A walk on water,
impossible dream
Pearls in the distance,
ablaze in white light

Treacherous thickets,
wear thorns of warning
Guarding the towers,
from dragons and knights

Only those with wings,
answer the riddle
A city of stones,
haven built of clouds

St. James Park, London
Photo by: c.b.w. 2011

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c.b.w. 2014

The Jampot

A place that hides
from prying eyes
Tickets are free,
if you know the cue
Red meets with green,
the lantern glows
The hinge may creak,
old glass may bulge
Secrets still float

from retired cups
What’s your pleasure,
past or present?

The Jamaica Wine House, St. Michael’s Alley, Cornhill, London
Photo by: c.b.w. 2006

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Special Note: The Jamaica Wine House was originally London’s first coffeehouse, which opened in 1652. Call the “The Jampot” by locals, this is a place steeped in history as the arrival of coffee changed Europe in surprising ways. This history of coffee in England is actually quite fascinating and is worth exploring: English Coffehouses.

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c.b.w. 2014

Sticking It To Rejection

The list of writers who made to the second round of the Amazon Breakthrough Novel Award was posted yesterday and alas my name was not on the list. How tempting it is to pout and unmute my inner critic (who is most certainly shouting, “You suck!”). How easy it would be to give up. How simple it would be to shelve the whole project. However, I’m not doing any of those things for a couple of reasons.

First, any rejection I get is added to the stack and treated like a badge of honor.  Every rejection, silent or otherwise, brings me one step closer to the agent who will say “yes.” Regardless of what my inner critic would have me believe, The Muse does not suck and neither do I.  The Muse is a kick-butt novel that deserves a shot at publication.

Second, my readers gave me a precious gift. When I posted a short story for the first time in more than a year, you all showed up to hit that “like” button and write amazing comments. None of my previously posted short stories got that kind of attention and I’m beyond thrilled that Blink evoked such a strong reaction.

Part of the reason I held off on doing anything with Blink was because I thought it was too weird and no one would get it. Obviously, I was wrong. Thank you so much for taking the time to read my odd little story.

As an added bonus, here’s the image that inspired Blink. I’ve used it before for a series entitled Sundays in London, but it’s an image I come back too often for inspiration.

A side-street in London, near Trafalgar Square
Photo by: c.b.w. 2005

All I have to say to rejection is, “bring it.” As soon as I knew I hadn’t made to the second round of the competition, I immediately started Googling “young adult fantasy literary agents.” I’ve already got a new list of agents started and they will all soon be receiving a query package from me. Get ready guys, The Muse is coming to find you.

How’s that for sticking it to rejection?

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c.b.w. 2014

Nostalgia

A side street hidden somewhere along Fleet Street, London
Photo by: c.b.w. 2011

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c.b.w. 2014

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