A good story starts in media res, and I hope this is a good story.
A blog starts at the end because its first post, superseded by later additions, sinks gradually to the bottom of the page until, squeezed to the sidebar, it languishes in the archive, deep in the silt of the unvisited far right hand corner. One day it may even be deleted altogether
But in a new blog, in an empty blog, the first post sets the scene and lays out the stall.
A good first post would entertain, inform and intrigue, it might hint tantalisingly of a story not untold, but with an ending still unknown. A story told widdershins, a story of marriage, family and love. Of work, play and of living, A story of passion and subterfuge:
I don't have a Secret Lover, but if I did have one I'd certainly want her to be a Secret Agent.
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~ Gabriel: a son, idle but thoughtful
~ Emmeline: a daughter, righteous but unversed in the ways of love;
~ Ernestina: a daughter, romantic and industrious
~ Pardeep: a suspicious co-worker, shorter and more northern than me;
~ Dredd: an old friend despite being richer and taller than I;
~ An imaginary lover: we all have one; more loyal and reliable than than the real kind
~ Wm Shakespeare: a favourite poet of unoriginal lovers
I had a lover, who loved me. A spy who loved me. She went away - how could she break such a heart? Luckily the Secret Services have a protocol for assets who have lost their handler: lie low, erase your past; create a new legend, leave a tiny trail and your handler will find you. If she wants to. This is my new story, my new identity, but still me. Waiting.
At the heart of it all
Time will say nothing but I told you so,
Time only knows the price we have to pay;
If I could tell you I would let you know.
If we should weep when clowns put on their show,
If we should stumble when musicians play,
Time will say nothing but I told you so.
There are no fortunes to be told, although,
Because I love you more than I can say,
If I could tell you I would let you know.
The winds must come from somewhere when they blow,
There must be reasons why the leaves decay;
Time will say nothing but I told you so.
Perhaps the roses really want to grow,
The vision seriously intends to stay;
If I could tell you I would let you know.
Suppose all the lions get up and go,
And all the brooks and soldiers run away;
Will Time say nothing but I told you so?
If I could tell you I would let you know
Time only knows the price we have to pay;
If I could tell you I would let you know.
If we should weep when clowns put on their show,
If we should stumble when musicians play,
Time will say nothing but I told you so.
There are no fortunes to be told, although,
Because I love you more than I can say,
If I could tell you I would let you know.
The winds must come from somewhere when they blow,
There must be reasons why the leaves decay;
Time will say nothing but I told you so.
Perhaps the roses really want to grow,
The vision seriously intends to stay;
If I could tell you I would let you know.
Suppose all the lions get up and go,
And all the brooks and soldiers run away;
Will Time say nothing but I told you so?
If I could tell you I would let you know
Cast of Characters
~ Gabriel: a son, idle but thoughtful
~ Emmeline: a daughter, righteous but unversed in the ways of love;
~ Ernestina: a daughter, romantic and industrious
~ Pardeep: a suspicious co-worker, shorter and more northern than me;
~ Dredd: an old friend despite being richer and taller than I;
~ An imaginary lover: we all have one; more loyal and reliable than than the real kind
~ Wm Shakespeare: a favourite poet of unoriginal lovers
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- ~ Nothing is at it seems - i-love
- ~ I was thinking he might be more original - ILTV
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