GloMoWriMo Day 15 Prompt is as follows:
‘Today, I’d like to challenge you to write your own dramatic monologue.’
I write; but when I write then should I yearn
For all to like what I set out? And if they spurn
My words, then should I be most vexed,
Or maybe, just a little bit perplexed?
For that which flows so freely from my heart
Transcribed with many a hesitant stop and start,
Is much a part of me that I lay bare;
Then how can I respond without a care
To cold receptions of these phrases which
So much have cost, and with so many a hitch;
How can it be that I do not lament
The non-appreciation of such testament?
Must I in sorry mourning slink away,
Or yet, instead, in proud defiance stay,
To rage at all the ignorance of fools
Who don’t appreciate my written jewels?
This poem is purely for dramatic effect, and does not reflect any sudden sad disillusionment at reception of my novels.
In fact, Elder daughter, who departed today with a tearful scene at the airport. had given a much-valued complimentary assessment and helpful suggestions for incorporation in the next print of Darx Circle. A ‘fewer’ for ‘less’ substitution, and a missing ‘to’ were among her contributions, as well as a suggestion that near the beginning it would go down better these days to avoid saying someone deserved a spanking. She originally echoed the words of my editor in suggesting that one early scene be cut or abridged, but after finishing the book said she realised the purpose it had served and agreed that it was a necessary part of the development.