Schrödinger’s poet

Don’t dead, open inside.


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Schrödinger’s poet or why I haven’t posted anything for a week.

The tl;dr and obvious/easy version of what I am going to say, e.g. the short one, is that I needed a break from writing for a while.

Now that this is out of the way let’s proceed to try to decrypt why I needed such a break and what it meant (because, if it wasn’t obvious before, I will make it painstakingly so right now: I haven’t stopped writing at all this past week, on the contrary, I may have even spent more time doing so than per usual). So why make it seems like a break then? Well, that is where the title comes in: Schrödinger’s poet, a simple yet very effective wordplay on the expression ‘Schrödinger’s cat’, coined after the thought experiment of the cat in a box full of radioactive poison, cat of which, as postulated, we cannot know the state of existence without opening the box, it is therefore alive and dead at the same time creating a paradox. That is the point I am trying to make here: the paradox of being a poet for me.

What do I mean?, I hear you say. Well, it’s quite simple actually. The less I write, the more I write; the more I write, the less I write. What I mean by this is that while I was writing poems – one every day – I was so focused on that everyday that I had very little energy or motivation to work on any other writing project that I have. And with A Ballad For Death coming to an end recently I thought I would catch up on that ‘lost’ time. Weirdly however I found myself continuing on the same track and rhythm of one poem a day. Why? Because I had no idea what else to do to ‘replace’ this concept and I wanted to keep the site active. Also because I think I am not ready to share the rest of my longer writings yet, none of them are fleshed out enough to do that. And so I found myself trying to find a new concept, which didn’t come, and in the mean time having to keep on stretching the already thin line of poetic inspiration that was mine. I don’t mean to say that I have no more idea, motivation or passion for poetry, on the contrary, I believe it will stay a big part of my work for a long time, but writing a poem a day… is damn exhausting! I think it is time to let this rest in the shades of a closet at the back of my mind for a moment, I have exhausted all my energy following this challenge to myself and, although I am very proud of what I have accomplished, I believe I should try to move on, if only a little.

So what ave I been doing this past week? Well writing poetry (Of course! What else?!), working on my old writing projects, reflecting on what I could do and even trying to keep up with a new NaNoWriMo ambition (which failed pretty quickly as, for the third year that I participate, I found out it is not at all my rhythm or my way of working and I found myself losing interest quite quickly… – not in the story but in the writing process.). I have also been taking some time for me, to reflect, time to do nothing, time to do other things, but, most importantly, I have managed to rest myself from the constant demand of renewing my inspiration each day for a few days and it has been sooooo agreeable! I’ve actually been able to work on what I wanted to write for some time now, not what I felt I had to write or something I forced myself to write. Because even if I take great pleasure and love working on poetry, making myself write one a day even when I felt I should have stopped already was difficult and I could feel I wasn’t as invested as I should be, or at least not when I needed to be. And that is very annoying. So yeah, writing, thinking, planning, pondering. A couple new projects, a few old ones. Some good old passionate thinking which did a great deal of good to my writer’s mind.

But, what now? Well, I don’t really know… All this reflecting has led me to think that I had to change things a little, try new projects (even if they fail), perhaps take time to look at the site’s organisation, which I have been meaning to simplify for some time now… So yeah, a number of things. I will probably share a few poems in the days to come because I have a handful new ones that I believe you could find interesting, but I might also try something else…. Perhaps those short stories I talked about the last time, or those writing prompts and concepts I sort of began all those months ago and never actually took the time to continue… The main point is that I still don’t know exactly what I am going to do but I have a better idea of what I want to do, which is equally important. So, yeah, I don’t know, but I am here and I will keep on following my creative drive so just stay tuned and see you soon! ;)

PS: I apologize for the lack of clarity of this post, but basically I was a bit down recently, I took some rest and am better now. I am back to do things, perhaps not as often but more in tune with my desires?

PPS: Also, question to those who have written this all the way to the bottom (thank for bearing with me): what would you want/like me to do/write about here? Any ideas? I’m open!

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Ramble

Want it or not, here is a bit of news about me and my projects for the future! (Warning! It’s gonna be a bit long, but worry not! tl;dr at the end.)

Yes, I know. It hasn’t been a full week since I published my 500th poem (which you can view by clicking here) and me saying I wasn’t too sure what I was going to do after this (in this post), yet I seem to have already decided on that for here I am to give you an update about that! Well, yes and no. Let me explain.

Firstly, no, I haven’t fully or definitively decided what I was going to do from now on after deciding that A Ballad for Death (the corpus of all the poems I have written until number 500) was over. I have been thinking about it seriously for a few weeks though, and for even longer than that if I must be completely honest because I knew early one that I couldn’t go one like this forever, that I would want to stop at one point. Plus I have had so my ideas for so many projects in the mean time that it was impossible not to think about something else. So no, I am not actually certain about the future, but I do have ideas.

Which brings us to my second point: ideas and projects. As you might know (or not) poetry is not my only passion in terms of writing. I also very much enjoy writing short stories and have been trying to write full length novels over the years (though I must admit I am not very successful at it… cf. my ‘shorts‘ and ‘novels‘ sections).

So, as I said projects: poetry will still be published here since I am in no way stopping myself from writing it, it will probably (surely) come at a less frequent pace (I’d say most likely not one a day, but who knows?) but it will come.

I will also try to write more shorts and things like that, because I have a few ideas (namely concerning an idea about a compilation of a few folk tale of my own creation I have in mind at the moment) and I will surely find inspiration in my studies and in everyday life. Plus I want to.

Thirdly, I will most definitely try to work more regularly on my longer stories (both in English and in French, though right now I am more focused on the French version) and publish parts of them (or it) more often (like once a week would be a good rhythm I guess…). I think that I will be participating in this year’s NaNoWriMo with one of my stories just to get the challenge pumping my creativity and my motivation. I don’t know with which story yet, one of the old ones or a completely new one? I have yet to decide. It has been suggested to me recently and, having emitted the idea myself, I find the prospect interesting. We’ll see. ”Qui vivra, verra.”, as we would say in French.

Lastly, I have been thinking for a while about doing some sort of weekly update about my writings, my projects, my way of working, or tips I might have for people. But I am not sure about that, I already tried that with my ‘Quotidians’ and, well, let’s say it wasn’t a great achievement, everything was always rushed and not very interesting. So, if you are reading this, would you mind giving me your point of view on this? Good idea or naw? And any tips on the form it could take?

So yeah, these are the broad strokes of the projects I have for the moment: poetry, shorts, long stories and blogs. I am here to stay and to get better at what I love doing (namely writing).

Also, last but not least, I have been thinking about other ways to tell my stories than writing because after such a long time trying I am starting to wonder if novels are really the form I want to give to my longer stories. I have thought about it before (cf. the idea of turning one of my stories in a comic/manga, if anyone is curious or interested, the offer still stands, just click the link and go have a look! And if you are interested, don’t hesitate to contact me!), but it never came to fruition. Lately, being in Dublin at UCD for a semester, I have chosen to study a few classes, one specifically being ‘Folk Tales’ and it has given me new perspectives on the way I could tell my stories in an oral way instead of a written one. Perhaps an audio saga? Or an audio book? Or something in between? I still don’t know but I am thinking about it…

Why am I telling you this?, you might wonder… Well, this reflecting has reignited a fire in me, a desire to try new things with my writing and one of them was to share my poems by reading them out loud. I have seen people doing hat recently at a reading group at university and it really made me want to try, so I thought ‘why not?’. And today, being partially bored, partially inspired, I decided to give it a try. So, by any chance, you have made it all the way down here and are interested in listening to me read a few of my poems and try my voice at something a bit new, here is a link: https://soundcloud.com/oarandergeid/sets/poetry-poesie. (Enjoy with moderation.)

And that is about all I have to say for today. I have a lot more in stock (like talking about inspiration and where it comes from for me, why I write, what I write about, what I love about poetry, what are my experiences and why I love what I did because it inspires me a lot etc.) and I want to know if you would want to know more… Let me know!

Anyway, long story short (or tl;dr for the more geeky/gamy of you): 500th poem no the end of poems here, many projects but not quite decided yet, reading of my poems by me here: https://soundcloud.com/oarandergeid/sets/poetry-poesie, and what do you think about sort of regular blogs about me, my writings and my life experiences?

Thank you for reading through all this, I hope I didn’t bore you too much…!

Laterz!

Back in slack

Just a short post to tell you I am back after a week of absence.

Went to see some friends and to make the most of my last week of holidays this past week and just came back.

T’was awesome, 10/10 will do again!

Anyways, I haven’t been slacking (well, not completely either), I haven’t written a lot (I haven’t posted anything, that’s for sure!) but I’ve been thinking and writing down ideas and getting quite inspired so that I could come back with new material.

I well get back to the usual work tomorrow, it begins with a new part for Tales of Ore the remake, the third one if my memory is not failing me. (edit: um, actually! it’s the fouth one, you idiot… ._.)

And then, well, whatever comes to me or whatever I go to, you’ll see (I will too), but I hope you will enjoy just as much as I do!

So, yeah, I’m back and ready to rock write! \o/

PS: Oh! By the way, I have one or two side projects that are one the way too! Nothing to big or worthy to get hyped about but be on the look out, they should pop up sometime!

Rebirth of Tales of Ore

I know.

If you’ve followed what happened on this blog a bit you’re certain to cry out: “Again?!”, and if you didn’t, well you should!

Now, what is this all about? “Tales of Ore? I don’t know that, what is it? Another one of his idiotic projects?”. If that’s what you’ve thought, then yes! You are totally right! That’s exactly it! It’s another writing project that I’m going to start and never finish… Or restart, if I want to be correct. Because yes, I have already written part of that story, some of it which has been posted on this blog in French and in English, but I never got the courage and the determination to continue it and to go all the way.

Tales of Ore, if you’re interested (if not, why are you here?), is a fantasy story I’m writing. The first one actually, my first story ever. I’ve been thinking about it for quite a long time and writing it bit by bit for a few years now. Sadly, however, it has never gotten anywhere really interesting or productive… I’ve stopped not even halfway through the first part of the story and haven’t written a word since… I try to pick it up from time to time but never manage to get far. That is precisely the reason I have decided to put this project in place!

“What is it this time?”, you may ask. Well! Let my explain.

It’s been some time since I’ve really gotten into writing a story, I’ve worked on a few projects of mine here and there, notably Echoes of Power and Stanley, but nothing very consistent (at least in my mind). Also, I haven’t been writing much either these last few months (except maybe poetry, which I have been quite productive at recently) and that bums me a little. So, having recently been renewing my interest/motivation for writing my stories I have decided to give myself a sort of challenge to motivate me and produce something.

The challenge: daily writing. I want to move forward with the story and there’s no secret: to write a book one has to write. So I have decided to write every day, a little bit of course, a minimum of five hundred (500) words on Tales of Ore. This is for two reasons. Number one, to make me write a little everyday. Number two, to finally manage to write Tales of Ore (which has been stagnating for months, years now…). These ‘parts’, as I have taken the habit to call them when I did this for Echoes of Power, will later be regrouped into real chapters, but for the moment here is what I promise: one part a day, everyday of the week (Yes! Even on Sundays!), with at least five hundred words. And that for a month.

Yes. Just one month for now. This is, sort of, a trial period to see if I can manage it. If it works out well, I will keep on going. If it doesn’t, well, revise my methods and start again!

So, yeah, in short: one part of Tales of Ore, 500 words, each day for a full month!

How about that?! Impressed yet? No? Aw…

Anyway. See you later today for part 2 (yes, part 1 was published this morning but it should’ve been uploaded yesterday so, whatever…)

And as always, enjoy!

EoP – Part 117


Echoes of Power

Part 117


“As I am sure you have noticed, there is something different about you, something… unusual, to put it in kind words.” Damian started as Alexandre sat besides him on the grass, “Those creatures that attacked you, they were real. I can assure you that much. You are not dreaming, this is not some hallucination, or delusion of your mind, this is reality. Cold and harsh.”

He paused to look the teenager straight in the eye. Alexandre had to refrain a shiver as he found himself immediately made uncomfortable by the two blue orbs, it felt as if the older man could look directly through him, into the deepest corners of his mind.

“If I hadn’t intervened, you would probably have died. It’s as simple as that.”

Once again he was silent, giving Alexandre time to take it in. If the teenager couldn’t at least come to terms with that then it was useless to waste time on him. At least he seems to be reflecting on that, Damian thought. That seemed a positive sign.

“I- I understand that,” Alexandre replied.

It was true, he did understand the point the older man was making. It had already started dawning on him some time ago and he hadn’t been able to refrain the icy chills since then. What if he hadn’t been there that time? The first time had been pure luck, the teenager still couldn’t say how he had managed to survive it… Plus he had a feeling it wouldn’t be the last time he encountered such strange -and dangerous- things, so he had to be ready, to be able to defend himself. Even if just a little. Damian silently nodded before speaking again.

“What I am going to teach you will not make you invincible, it will not make you strong. You will not learn to bend the laws of our world, at most, and depending on your hard work, you will be able to blur them a little, to curve them slightly. My teachings do not have the goal to make you a superhero or anything close. I will simply be opening your eyes to new possibilities and showing you the potential ways to go. Only you will be able to act upon this new knowledge and explore them. Is that understood?”, he then asked.

“Yes master,” the teenager replied, listening carefully.

“Good,” said Damian before pausing for a short moment as if he was pondering something. “Tell me, what do you know about mana?”, he then asked.

Alexandre furrowed his eyebrows, trying to think about what he knew. He knew that it was something used by video games as a magical energy but that it was based of beliefs and myths about a secret inner energy that could be shaped by one to affect their bodies and the world around them. Apart from the other names it had in different cultures he didn’t know much, though apparently it seemed important for what Damian was about to teach him.

Once again he older man nodded as Alexandre gave voice to his thoughts.

“Yes, you are partly right. Mana, under this name or others, appears in many cultures, mostly in video games nowadays. Why do you think that is? Because there is truth to it, like there is to many of the tales and legends that people tell,” the man in his forties explained. “To an empirist, one who trains in the art of empirium, it is the name of the energy -if you wish to call it that way- that we act upon to bend the laws of this world. It is somewhat akin to fuel that is used to power vehicles. To an empirist it is, to make another analogy, both the paint and the brush that we use to give form to our desires.”


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My current mood right now.


I’ve been listening to Tom Rosenthal a lot recently and I think I’m falling in love with his music even more. I really adore the way he treats the themes of his songs in the lyrics, in the way he sings and in the clips that go with them. It’s at the same time quite generic (lot of love-centered themes) and completely original, at least to me, and I love it. I just can’t get enough of his universe! :D

That reminds me -no idea why but here you go anyway- of something I wanted to talk about a little. The subjectivity of enjoyment. Relax, it’s not that complicated (I hope so, at least).

What I mean by that is the fact that each person has things they enjoy and things they don’t, like tastes, types of music, genres of movies or books, et caetera, et caetera… and that these things are proper to each individual (some interests/likes are common to a majority but not all). It’s really fascinating to think that every human on this earth has a different set of likes and dislikes. But what fascinates me even more is how we start to like things, the process that goes into becoming a ‘fan’ of something.

There are different ways that this can happen, there are different factors that come into play to like or dislike something (I take myself as an example as well as what other people told me, no real scientific process here, no real study, just thought process), I think I can number three or four here.

The first one is your innate taste, the thing that helps you decide if you like, dislike, enjoy or completely utterly absolutely hate something, which probably comes from your childhood, what you associate with good times, good feelings. I don’t really know but to give you an example, take the first cartoons you watched when you were a child, don’t you still love them? I know I just can’t help being marvelled each time I watch an episode of those old Scooby-Doo versions, I loved it in my child hood and I think it has shaped my sense of like and dislike today. If I am asked if I like Scooby-Doo I instantly know that “YES, YES I DOO!” (see what I did there?). That means I would watch any movie made on that franchise at least once without even caring if it was good or not. Usually that’s also what happens when I listen to music, -which is the point I sort of wanted to make- I very quickly know if I like or not a specific song I’m listening to.

The second one is the ‘long way around’. Mostly when you (or, more correctly, when I) discover something new (a song, a movie, a new style…) and you can’t say if you like or dislike it immediately. It’s like coffee I hear, the first time is horrible and then, as you keep drinking it, you start to like it. That happens with movies or songs or other things, but let’s take songs as an example. Let’s say, specifically, the song A Horse With No Name. I listened to it for the first time quite some time ago, almost a year now I believe, and after listening to it once I was pleasantly surprised, it was quite nice, but nothing much more than that. Then, over time, I decided to listen to it again, and as I did I began to know it better, to understand the lyrics, to form a picture of the scene in my head and I started to like it more and more. That has happened with a few others, thought I don’t have any titles in mind, with some movies too or even with some books or parts of books.

Then there’s also the environmental factor, as I like to call it. By that I mean the mood you’re in when you watch a movie, listen to a song or read a book, or even talk to somebody, but also the things that happened in your day, what you’re thinking about at that moment, the people you are with. Basically anything happening around or inside you. this plays a lot on whether you end up liking or disliking something. Like a song you enjoy so much because you have had the chance to see it live and it made the whole experience so much more awesome or a movie you got to see exactly when the time was right (like Star Wars VII after waiting for so long for example) and you were smiling and dancing and running all over like a little kid at that moment… (No, that definitely wasn’t from personal experience I swear…). Or that song you like/dislike at first because you saw a remix in a movie and then you hear that same song or the original version somewhere else and you completely change you point of view.

The fourth one is a bit more minor I think, but I believe it remains important anyway. That would be the novelty of the thing you are watching/reading/listening to, to you. If it is entirely new and fresh to you mind you might fall in love with it or hate it but the effect/decision will be a lot definite and influential than if you already have something to compare to it. There are a lot of examples with movies which are remakes/adaptations/reboots/copies/etc. of other, older, creations and that you, as a person that is knowledgeable about the source material, don’t enjoy but that, to your great aberration, younger generations or people who discover this style of thing end up loving. Just know that by discovering something new, it makes the whole experience a lot more interesting. Which is why some people wish they could rediscover things anew to feel what they have felt the first time once more. That’s also why, nowadays, going to the moon is not as exciting as it was to our parents/grandparents because to us, now, it seems almost normal… It all depends on the previous references one has (like me for example, who has a lot of internet references that I can’t share with my family or many of my friend. It is extremely frustrating at time, just know this!)

And then there is the association of one or more of these things, like when you find an association between a great song (you knew or not) and something you love since your childhood, or you discover a new detail on the internet that makes you love a movie/a song/a character differently (a lot more, a lot less) like (and you may scream, horrified, at this but I don’t care) myself when I read the whole theories people post about Harry Potter lore based on a few words on a page in one of the books, or the songs the fans made about the universe. It just makes the source material even better in my mind. The most fulfilling thing in life is when this kind of thing happens to you and you realize you’ve just discovered it on your own (and then you’re “sooooooo Xcited, omgomgomg you have to shrae ti wthi erybody on Tumblr!!!” [no, no link to actual event of my life, I told you already…]) and then you can’t stop being excited.

So yeah, liking and disliking, to me, and as complicated and difficult to understand as it may have been, is a bit like that. If I had to give you a last, perfect, example of all this, it would be this video of Halo, which simultaneously made me fall in love with Halo, its universe and characters, the awesome music and T.S. Elliot and his poem, The Hollow Men in an instant. I had barely finished watching the video that I was already grinning like a madman, deciding to watch the entire play-through of each game, to immerse myself in its universe, its lore for days/weeks/months, to listen to the music over and over again and to read Elliot’s poem which would later become one of my favorites and also a great source of inspiration to me, both for my stories and my poetry. This is what I call falling in love.


Okay, here goes nothing. I hope you understand what I meant or even what I wrote. If you do, awesome! And if you don’t then sorry, I’m bad at these kinds of things, it’s hard to take time to write when I’m excited like this…

100 Followers

Wow! :D

We have officially crossed another milestone on Tales of Ore today!

The number of followers has exceeded 100, as of this post, and is now at one hundred and one!

I cannot do anything else than say that I am really impressed and proud at this achievement and a massive thank you to all the people who follow this blog!

Thank you very much, it really means a lot to me to know that you enjoy reading what I write! :D

So, yeah, thank you, every single one of you dear readers and followers!

And now, to celebrate this event :

DUN DUN DUNDUNDUN DUN DUN DUNDUN

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THANK YOU!

500 posts mark passed!

Today I have officially posted the 500th post of this blog!

This is cause for a little celebration, is it not?! :D

I have been thinking about this post for a few days now, ever since I realized that I was getting nearer and nearer to post number 500 so here are a few things I wanted to say (I promise it won’t be too long):

Firstly, I wanted to congratulate myself on making it this far, I had hopes that I would when I began posting the Quotidians and writing Stanley (the first serial I decided to write and publish on this blog) but I didn’t know if I was going to make it, if I was able to do it. Many things changed over time, I stopped the Quotidians and paused Stanley to focus on other stories like Echoes of Power or Tales of Ore, I started writing more poetry and, lately, I even began posting some texts in French. I can’t say it’s been easy, I haven’t always felt inspire to write on a daily basis and I have often not felt satisfied with the quality of my writings, but despite that I have kept doing it. I have kept typing words one after the other and posting texts (more or less) regularly. and, over time, it has become easier and I have managed to better myself along the way. For that reason, I am proud and I want to congratulate myself. But enough about me, now it’s time to talk about you, my dear readers!

The second thing I wanted to say was a huge “Thank you!” to all of you readers who feel interested by my writings and taker some time to stop and come read them. Thank you for that, thank you for your comments (always kind and interesting), thank you for liking what I write and thank you for taking time to read me! I had originally planned to delay this post a little because of another incredibly awesome piece of news: Tales of Ore has almost reached one hundred followers! How awesome is that?! The counter has, at the moment, stopped at 98 followers (darn! so close to a hundred!), but you can’t believe how happy and proud I am! Ninety-eight followers! Can you imagine! So many people!Wow… Such wow, much excitement, very happiness! -Ahem- So, yeah, again, thank you so much to all of you who let me know you enjoy reading what I write, it means a lot! And thank you for simply taking time to read it!

The third, and last (don’t worry, it’s almost over!), thing I wanted to say was that I can only hope that in the future you will keep enjoying what I read because I do not plan to stop any time soon! I have so many projects in mind, so many ideas and feelings I still want to share with all of you. May this adventure keep going for as long as my love of writing burns bright! So, yeah, keep reading because I have a lot more in store for you guys and gals!

I think that is all I had to say so, once more,

THANK YOU!

for everything and may you keep enjoying what I write in the future!

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Midnight philosophy without reason

This is a little something I wrote one late night some time ago and that I just found again, just wanted to share it with you. Enjoy!


Mais parmi les chacals, les panthères, les lices,
Les singes, les scorpions, les vautours, les serpents,
Les monstres glapissants, hurlants, grognants, rampants,
Dans la ménagerie infâme de nos vices,

II en est un plus laid, plus méchant, plus immonde!
Quoiqu’il ne pousse ni grands gestes ni grands cris,
Il ferait volontiers de la terre un débris
Et dans un bâillement avalerait le monde;

C’est l’Ennui! L’oeil chargé d’un pleur involontaire,
II rêve d’échafauds en fumant son houka.
Tu le connais, lecteur, ce monstre délicat,
— Hypocrite lecteur, — mon semblable, — mon frère!

— Charles Baudelaire

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It’s a little past three in the morning here in France but I am still up, listening to music and procrastinating in front of my computer, and it is during these hours, when the world is as silent as death, that I feel the most inspired. Why is that? Perhaps it is the night surrounding me or the feeling that I’m alone on this earth, I don’t know, but it’s a mix of melancholy and happiness, excitation and fatigue. It is a very strange state of mind that makes you think about things that you wouldn’t think about in usual situations. It has the same effect as the shower or going to the restroom: one develops a philosophical spirit in these situations for some strange and unknown reasons. I tend to think it’s because in these moments we feel freed, for a few minutes, of all the problems and thoughts trapped in our heads and we allow ourselves to think about other things, to see the world differently. Maybe it is also because we are bored during these moments and we try to feed our minds with complicated questions.

In these times I think about things like the fate of the universe, the reason of our existence and sometimes it frightens me as I try to imagine what the world will be after I have passed away, after I am not part of it anymore. It scares me to think that one day I will cease to exist and that I won’t even be conscious to know that I have ceased to exist. I fear boredom. Not boredom in the usual sense, Boredom, with a capital B, as Baudelaire describes it. Boredom that waits patiently for you, the Boredom that fills your life and that you try to forget by distracting your mind off of it. It scares me a lot. But as I think about it I can’t help but put things into perspective and tell myself that I still have a long life to live and many things to do.

I think about my stories, those I have finished (the one actually), those I’m writing and those I might write. I dream to become a great writer, to publish my stories for thousands of people to read, but I know I still have work to do. Sometime I even dream to become a poet, like Charles Baudelaire. I don’t know if you, dear reader, have heard of him, but to my mind he is one of the greatest french poets of all time. I can’t stop from admiring the quality and the complexity of his work, every time you read his poems there is new content to be found. Unfortunately he wasn’t recognized as such until long after his death and that angers me a bit because he had real talent. Sadly not every great artist, or great man in general, is recognized in his time.

Don’t ask me why I’m writing this, I have no idea, I just felt like rambling a little and telling people about Baudelaire a bit, to get you to know him. I also wanted to talk about how I feel linked to his writings sometimes, he is one of the rare poets that I enjoy reading, even if his writings are not the most joyous ones. And he also symbolizes the quality of work that I want to reach with my stories and that I hope to achieve one day. It’s time for me to go to sleep but I still don’t wish to go, I want to stay up and write all night, I want to work with this feeling as long as I can, but I know that it’s not possible and soon day will rise and I will lose this sensation. I can only hope that, as tomorrow is a new day, it will also be a new night.

The rider in the storm

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Night. The darkest hour. When all hope disappears. Thunder is rumbling, the wind is howling madly. The grass on the hills is bending under the power of the storm. Rain is falling hard on the ground, plundering the earth. A dark shadow is moving. A horse is running, a rider on its back. Running as fast as it can, as if its life depended on it. Running as quick as the wind. He rides, never looking back, hoping they are okay. Praying to reach them in time. The world seems against him; as if the gods were mad at him. As if they had unleashed Hell on Earth. Droplets of water, as cold and hard as ice hits him in the face, rendering him unable to see more than a few meters in front of him.

Lightning strikes, once, twice, giving shape to the shadow of a ghost. A ghost from the past that is catching up on him. He knows he should run away but he can’t. He has to cope with that growing unease growing inside him. They need him! He has to get there at all cost! He has to make it, his steed knows it also. The mighty stallion gains speed, outrunning the heavy gusts of wind. Its mane buzzing frantically as it gains more speed, sparks forming around its legs. Getting bigger and more frequent with each new step. Suddenly it lights up in a thunderous boom, thousands of tiny lighting bolts coming out of its mane and its tail, covering its entire body. It gains even more speed, running so fast it outruns even the heavenly flashes. Cutting through the mad rain, leaving a burnt trail behind it. He runs an impossible race. A race for his friends. A race against time, against himself. A race against death…


Here is a text I wrote some time ago, a scene from one of my stories that I have had in mind for some time.