tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post7559021285548480047..comments2024-03-18T10:29:46.055+00:00Comments on Ken Armstrong Writing Stuff: Just a Phase I’m Going ThroughKen Armstronghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07775956557261111127noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-16978415726929376812019-02-13T03:15:29.516+00:002019-02-13T03:15:29.516+00:00Ah, THAT phase! Yeah, been there, done that, know ...Ah, THAT phase! Yeah, been there, done that, know EXACTLY where you're coming from. I also, for all the years I've been at it, don't have The Product and don't expect ever TO have The Product. Not now my brain's given up on me. Best I can manage at the moment is two or three minutes of music that usually takes about twenty-three goes to get through once without any major mistakes. When I was fourteen or fifteen I used to dream of a symphony or concerto with my name and Opus something-or-other at the end. But I never had it in me. The music was always going to be a hobby which is why I suppose I lost interest because I still hankered after acknowledgement. Clearly my music wasn't going to get that for me (and the less said about my art the better) but I did seem to have a way with words. Damn shame I could only churn out a poem every couple of months but at least I was getting published. Only I wasn't getting published where I would've liked to get published. <br /><br />You remember Patrick Moore, the original presenter of <i>The Sky at Night</i>? Did you know he was a composer? Three operettas to his name amongst seventy-odd other pieces. One can only wonder if he hadn't been Patrick Moore off the telly if any of them would ever have been performed.<br /><br />Beckett never wrote a three act play. Two was his limit. And what about Pinter? Say what you have to say and when you've said it put your pen down. There's not a lot you can say in two hours you couldn't say in fifteen minutes. Who remembers Auden's plays nowadays? No, his Product turned out to be sixteen lines long and I doubt many people could remember more than the first four.Jim Murdochhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12786388638146471193noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-82294213769336378352019-02-11T07:53:01.094+00:002019-02-11T07:53:01.094+00:00Ken, have you ever written for a publication, like...Ken, have you ever written for a publication, like a newspaper or magazine? Marc Patersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16124869545439738846noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-57067590672915619782019-02-10T17:32:58.242+00:002019-02-10T17:32:58.242+00:00Thank you, Hope. Where there's life, there'...Thank you, Hope. Where there's life, there's you. :) xKen Armstronghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07775956557261111127noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-23436323267563472902019-02-10T17:03:35.863+00:002019-02-10T17:03:35.863+00:00Thank you...I was having an all too human, "w...Thank you...I was having an all too human, "what the hell am I suppose to be doing?!" moment myself. Now I don't feel all alone. <br /><br />Intellectually, I know no one is perfect I realize my goal should be to just keep trying to be better than yesterday. Realistically...some days, that's just hard for my wounded ego to embrace. Probably why I've been known to mutter to myself, "It'll be all right. Keep moving. It'll be all right."<br /><br />I'm still optimistic enough to believe that tomorrow, I might just get it right. :) Have a great week, my friend!<br /><br />hopehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03306622656461205674noreply@blogger.com