As I was searching for a suitable picture for this post, I came across many images of puppies, abandoned buildings, sad looking children, graveyards and distress in many forms. The word is a very powerful image maker but it seems to be out of fashion when it comes to its use now-a-days. We have all read the classics where a woman is described as forlorn when her love is not requited or lost. The imagery of her gradually failing and becoming waif like is very strong.
Such an emotive word should not, I feel, be lost to the language of story telling. Of course we can use other words, such as desolate, bereft, miserable, wretched and even forsaken, which is in decline as well, I believe but forlorn is the ‘king’. A puppies pleading eyes can only be forlorn.
Forlorn, gone is the love of my life, happiness is destroyed.
Forlorn, dominated by grief, tears flow and flow, will never stop.
Forlorn, deep pain rips everything deep inside me, it is excruciating.
Time passes, really too slowly.
Time shall heal wounds, heal pain.
Time may you tell me, is it almost time?
Time let me know, when I’m free again.
The hope, I carry with me.
The hope, each day a new attempt to live, to survive.
The hope, find peace with the pain.
The hope, to break free from the shackles, let go the old things, finally find new happiness.
Also as it is Sunday Snippets – I have included a short piece from the 18th century period of my novel, The Twesome Loop. Gabriella has found her husband’s brother to be truly understanding and her affections are clear. When her husband William decides his brother has over stayed his welcome :
“It is time you took your leave, my brother, you have dallied here far too long. I will purchase the villa in Agagni and want you to organise it on my behalf.”
“You may want to inspect the building and grounds before the purchase, William. May I suggest you travel to Italy to see the details are correct?”
“I am confident you will ensure all the details are correctly documented, Arthur. I have organised a carriage to take you to Dover in the morning.”
Gabriella’s dismay must have shown on her face.
“Are you sorry to see my brother leave, my sweet?”
“I am – he has been good company these past few weeks. The tales of his travels have been most entertaining.”
“Well, you shall be travelling with me in a few months time to my new property in Italy.”
“I look forward to seeing Italy; from what Arthur has told me, it is very beautiful.”
The evening seemed to draw out for hours before William finally left for his room.
“Please do not leave me here with him, Arthur. He will surely subject me to his lusts once you are gone.”
Time management can be tricky at the best of times but with NaNo the segments of ‘free’ time to write are even more precious. I look to other writers – trying to look beyond the obvious and gleam an insight into their methods of finding time. There are numerous hints and tips to try but in the end you know your life and its limitations best. You may get up extra early, stay awake until the breaking dawn or cram a few paragraphs into your lunch hour – whatever works for you and your writing – is the right way to go.