That which you are focused on
Becomes your lesson
©2017 Annette Rochelle Aben
Well, I must say, this is quite the honor to have two, count ‘em, TWO remarkable men guesting here on my blog today. Fellow blogger, author and all around cool dude, who raises the bar of conscious thought every chance he gets, Jim Webster AND the ever poetic, always charming, Tallis Steelyard! They are here so share Jim’s new book:
Keeping Body and Soul Together.
Book Blurb: “Rescuing random strangers on a whim may be the good deed for the day, but will Ben or survive the blood feud he has unwittingly become part of. More importantly can he buy back the victim’s soul?”
I’m ready to know MORE, so…
Take it away, Jim…
Yes, Annette was kind enough to host my blog tour. This is where I try and
lure the innocent and unsuspecting readers to purchase a copy of my book
Keeping Body and Soul Together, I know, a tawdry performance but still.
It is the sixth of the Port Naain Intelligencer collection. These are
stories set in the great city of Port Naain, and they’re a collection
because you can read them in any order. (A bit like the Sherlock Holmes
It did strike me that some of you may not be familiar with Port Naain, so I
thought to ask one of its leading literary lights, Tallis Steelyard to
introduce his home.
In case you want to see what Tallis gets up to, he has his own blog at
https://tallissteelyard.wordpress.com/ . So over to you Tallis…
Ah, good day. Tell them about Port Naain he said, just the salient details,
don’t waffle on! Pah, what does he think I am, a novelist? I am a poet; I
can be revel in brevity to the point of being curt.
So Port Naain, where to start? The city lies on the north bank of the
estuary of the Paraeba River, the docks alone run for some two miles along
the estuary. The towns on the south bank are in reality suburbs, but still,
who am I to mock their claims to autonomy.
We are a trading city, overrun with merchants. We have mages but they are
shifty, furtive, they deal in souls and unwelcome potions, they huddle in
dark corners and avoid paying their civic dues. They are neither respected
nor liked as a class.
Savants, we have but mainly they are known for their thoughts on the
merchant trade or the running of factories, subjects on which they
pontificate broadly but rarely from a position of practical experience. They
are listened to on the off chance they might say something useful.
As for the poor they have many opportunities to advance themselves. In the
Houses of Licentiousness there are always openings for indentured labourers.
There they will sift through the eggs of shore clams in the great tanks,
sorting male and female for immediate consumption or further growth. A
diligent employee with simple tastes will pay off their indenture in a
decade or two. Indeed, if you have a desire to help the poor, the ‘Society
Dedicated to the Alleviation of the Plight of those brought low by Debauch
and Shiftlessness,’ does have a rather excellent annual dinner and is worth
joining for that alone.
But of course the glory of Port Naain is its literary establishment. Yes, we
have novelists and similar, but far more importantly we have poets. Ah what
poets, and I must admit that I am perhaps regarded as the finest of my
generation. I arose from the ‘limitside’ school of poets, so called because
our manifesto decreed that we would only ever write on one side of the
possibility of expression at once.
Thank you for that Tallis. So, there you have it, Port Naain. Hopefully
Tallis hasn’t put you off the place entirely, but there again; I’m only
suggesting you should read about it, not move there.
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