Is Love That Blind?
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You have but slumber'd here, while these visions did appear
I started this blog to tell a story. That tale is long told, so it is time to say farewell.
Perhaps I should make one thing clear – this is fiction, sometimes loosely based on real events, but more often completely made up.
I’d overhear a snatch of conversation, or something amusing would happen, and I’d grab it, burnish it and embellish it. I’d turn it inside out, upside down and back to front. I’d introduce characters and invent dialogue for them to speak. None of it is true.
Why? Because it is good fun. When I dreamt up the episode where Oberon is watching a school performance of Midsummer Night’s Dream and begins making deluded parallels between what was happening on the stage and his own life, I hugged myself with glee for about half an hour. I love it. Very few things give me that kind of buzz. It is fair to deduce from this that I lead a very quiet life.
But telling a story is a bit like being an actor. You take a part; assume a character for the duration of the play and when it’s over you go back to being you.
There is a lot of me in Oberon, but Oberon isn’t me.
I say this as a caveat for those of you who have guessed my true identity (a bit of a shock isn’t it?)
I valued the anonymity this blog offered me. It allowed me to say many things I couldn’t possibly have said otherwise. But now my cover has been blown it makes it impossible to carry on. People I care about might be hurt if they were to read this and think that I was writing about them.
So what next for Oberon and Ella? Oberon was always too soft for this world. I think I may have had him packing it all in and going off to be a countryside ranger in the Highlands.
As for Ella (the more interesting character, I think) I was planning a brief, passionate, lesbian fling with Rosalind before she continues her successful, if chaotic, rise up the corporate ladder, perhaps driving the final nail into the coffin of Oberon’s career on her way.
Perhaps, some years later when she takes one liberty too many, she is finally sacked. She goes to Scotland to recover and entirely by chance meets Oberon. They realise they have loved each other all along and fall into each other’s arms and live happily ever after in a country cottage with roses around the door.
What do you think? Too soppy? Perhaps Mills and Boon would be interested?
Look, why don’t you decide? Please accept these characters as a small thank-you gift for the many lovely comments made here. Do with them as you will. Perhaps you can furnish a happy ending for them. I don’t think I could have.
Midsummer Night’s Dream was the first Shakespeare play I read and sparked a life-long passion. I can think of no better way to leave than to quote the final words spoken by Puck before the curtain comes down:
If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended,
That you have but slumber'd here
While these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding but a dream,
Gentles, do not reprehend:
if you pardon, we will mend:
And, as I am an honest Puck,
If we have unearned luck
Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue,
We will make amends ere long;
Else the Puck a liar call;
So, good night unto you all.
Give me your hands, if we be friends,
And Robin shall restore amends.
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(25.1.04 14:25)
Bye. I've enjoyed reading it. Wondering how your true identity could either be guessed or relevant. Must be... oh, I dunno.
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(25.1.04 15:24)
Oberon, you are a brilliant writer and the characters you've created here deserve to live on. Ella is wonderful - I can imagine some magical descriptions from her if she were allowed her lesbian fling with Rosalind. This blog has been a joy to read and I hope that the death of "is love that blind?" is merely to allow the birth of another.
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(25.1.04 15:59)
Yah, you've written a very interesting blog. I loved reading the entries and follow the story with much anticipation. Hope that if you ever start writing such a blog again, email us your new blog addy...
Hmmm, it must suck to have your cover blown, but then, sometimes, things happen. *shrugs* C'est la vie.
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(25.1.04 19:04)
I was an avid, but silent reader and am very sorry to see you go.
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(26.1.04 02:38)
love your writing, will miss it and you. all the best in whatever comes next and thank you.
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(26.1.04 04:41)
celibate man gets blown... as endings go, I rather like it.
Please, come join the serial bloggers.
yours
an old friend
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(26.1.04 15:53)
I think it's a shame that you've thrown in the towel, and I think everyone here suspected that the details here weren't 100% real - but just because someone's figured it out, doesn't mean you should pack it all up and go - but hey - what ever you decide to do, good luck, and may Ella never get the upper hand.
Keith (I hope to spot another blog of yours in the future!)
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(27.1.04 01:01)
Good closure: well done... but are we really any closer to the answer to that puzzle? :-)
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(27.1.04 01:03)
So; just when did you start thinking that your blog was fiction and your `life` was reality?
(Or was it the other way round?)
And can you tell the difference? And can I?
This blog, or dream of a blog, has brought pleasure to a number of folk, real or imagined, and on my planet that is all that matters. If my planet exists. As if that mattered.
Gentle breath of yours my sails
Must fill, or else my project fails,
Which was to please. Now I want
Spirits to enforce, art to enchant;
And my ending is despair,
Unless I be relieved by prayer,
Which pierces so, that it assults
Mercy itself, and frees all faults.
As you from crimes would pardon`d be
From your indulgences, we set you free.
(forgive me a misquote?)
Pay us a visit from time to time, ok?
Miranda xxx xxx
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(27.1.04 12:49)
Sorry to see you go, because of a slip like that. Thanks for the stories.
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(27.1.04 14:35)
Many a slip...but some of us already know where else to find you. And I daresay we'll find you in still other places we hadn't expected, too.
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(14.2.04 21:44)
Good luck with everything. Thank you for your words and stories... Oberon has always been there for me, supporting and caring... and i thank him for that.
Take care and remember to smile at every opportunity...
Kate x
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(16.2.04 20:28)
email me your new/original blog m8. i'd like to chinwag with you sometime.
Marc x
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(22.4.05 19:32)
Love is blind, it never sees me.
Love
Fred Savage
XxXxX
P.S Mother says love is evil.
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