Today's offering has very little to do with the story arc of the new book, but it might well form part of the basis of the cover design, with certain adaptations to reflect the story. This is an amalgam of several elements, including no less than three layers, taken from two separate sources, just to build up the woman's cleavage. And of course the can you will have seen before - it is something I created long ago. Many thanks to all those who have made a donation thus far to help fund the new work, by the way!
Thursday, 18 September 2014
Friday, 12 September 2014
Disciplinary Graduation Day
This has nothing
to do with the new book I’m afraid, simply something I cooked up harking back to - and inspired by - the good ol’ INSTITUTIONALISED
series, particularly VOLUME 1: BEYOND THE STANFORD EXPERIMENT which some of
you, if not most, will doubtless remember. It is actualy an improved - I think, I hope - revamp of something I created for Tumblr.
The nurse is from an old medical catalogue, the straitjacket girls from
a Yahoo Group, the background wall is several repeats of a copy taken from a
background image used on THE ORIGINAL INSTITUTE website pasted together. The barred window is of course something of a
repeating motif of mine and is a de novo creation of my own hand (of which
there are several versions - originally intended for a comic book project,
which might still go ahead now that I’ve had a couple of donations, given
sufficient funding). This is probably
not my finest bit of PhotoShop work (actually The Gimp), but I had great fun
doing it. And I hope you gain equal
pleasure from viewing it.
I have to admit
to having always been fascinated by the idea of blameless captivity, yet
legitimised in some manner. The trap,
which, once sprung, proves increasingly more difficult for the young (invariably
– although always post-adolescent) woman or girl to extradite herself from. And the experimental behavioural psychology
study gone awry seems to fit the bill nicely, the hapless residential participants
being bullied and pressurised into perpetual renewal of their candidacy. On the other hand, there is more than one way a pretty, nubile young thing might find herself deprived of her freedom and
subject to disciplinary zeal; and one such alternative scenario will be
examined and explored in the upcoming new book, which by the way is provisionally titled (you have
to have SOME sort of working title) ‘HOSTAGE OF DISCIPLINE’ or ‘THE
DISCIPLINARIAN’S HOSTAGE’.
Talking of
donations: I have received a couple already for which I am MOST appreciative
and cannot thank you enough, particularly one person in particular who has been
MORE than generous – I wish I could name names, but that wouldn’t be fair, as I
have to respect the donors anonymity; unless he or she wishes otherwise of
course.
Meanwhile, the wrting continues (see my comments on my last posting - in comments section)
Tuesday, 9 September 2014
Domestication, Dress and Other Related Issues
The domestication
process had begun day one, immediately after the ceremony, with the
presentation by her spouse of her 'housework outfit'. The chores are
pinned upon the kitchen door, and woe betide her if they are not
completed. She feels put upon, that she shouldn't submit. And if she
wasn't dressed the way she is, perhaps she wouldn't. But the way she
is dressed makes her feel 'kept in her place', makes it harder to
argue back.
Arranged marriages are
nothing new of course, even in Western society. Same-sex marriages
are increasingly becoming accepted. How long then before an arranged
same-sex marriage? Consider: She has been a hell-cat, a tearaway –
no longer! Those days are gone! She is married now – to a woman!
A stern, hard-faced older woman hell-bent on domesticating her in a
manner no man ever could. Just a year in and already she is a very
changed girl, all defiance being lovingly squeezed from her like pips
from a lemon. She'd been a reluctant bride of course, a committed
boy-chaser beforehand. But her guardian had known what she was doing
when she'd placed her future spouse over her a year previous to the
ceremony as her governess. “If you can tame her, you can claim
her”.
Well, as you can see I managed to get a 'donate' button in the sidebar. But it took half the day; it was WELL hidden on Paypal, I must say. Almost everything I tried ended with me being directed to 'upgrade', which doubtless would have cost money I don't have. I just hope people don't take its presence wrong.
Monday, 8 September 2014
Feedback on the Buton
Oh lord! WHAT a lot of comments the
last posting produced – the most feedback I have received in such a
short time since I don't know when! And all for the donate button
bar two – the comment received from 'Ben J. Amen' (yes, I do know
who you are. But I cant find your email address, so please email
me.) and one which arrived via email. Several others which arrived
through email were also largely positive, with one or two minor
reservations. The consensus seems to be, then, in favour of the
inclusion of a donation button and a willingness to make a small
donation from time to time. So unless I hear otherwise in the next
few hours or so I will go ahead with the idea – at least on a trial
period. Saying all that, though, I'm not even sure it can be done on
this kind of blog, nor have I looked into it thoroughly. At this
moment in time I have no idea how to go about it!
Alan B (yes I know who you are, too),
Ben J. Amen (see comments) and two others via email have suggested I
put out some of the unfinished fragmentary stuff I have written over
the years which might not otherwise see the light of day at some
small nominal charge, perhaps with some words of explanation fore and
aft to “set the scene”, place it in context and describe where I
had intended it to have gone next, had I finished it. And as an
email correspondent pointed out, it is true I tend to write the
action and event-laden stuff first, as the ideas occur to me
(although I already know the premise and context) and then later add
in the basic scaffolding which surrounds those events – the story
leading up to them, the character development and descriptive stuff /
scene setting and so on.
So there is probably much there some of
you would find interesting or exciting. However some of it would
need editing, even as fragments and action scenes, spell checking and
so on. And of course there are those “few paragraphs of
explanation” it has been suggested such an undertaking would
require. The idea would be to pay some sort of fee via Paypal and I
would then email the PDF (as a correspondent points out – LULU,
through whom I publish in addition to via my publisher, Andrews UK
LTD, charge a minimum fee which would preclude my charging the
suggested 50p - £1 a shot (about 1$ or a bit less I think – I'm
not sure).
But at the moment I'm not certain I'd
like to go down that latter route, if nothing else than for the
reason that I don't know I would have the time to do the editing,
spelling correction and the introductory text, without which the
reader might wonder, not so much what is going on, as the events
would largely be self-explanatory I would imagine, but how it all
came about in the first place and perhaps who the protagonists are
and their relationship and so on. Remember, this is stuff I have not
looked at in a long while – one piece I wrote while down in
Eastbourne two years ago I have not even looked at since, and I wont
have spell-corrected it as I went along either (and my spelling can
be SO atrocious, without correction you would have no idea what I was
talking about.
But on the other hand, if enough folk
feel strongly enough about it – and there is enough interest out
there - I might give it a go in my spare time or when the ideas for
the new book dry up from time to time.
So for now it's the donation button, if
I can make it work / find out how to do it. I don't know how long
I'll need it for, nor whether it will bring in enough to make a
difference, but if it will just pay for my internet connection it
would help. The work I'm doing with Roger Benson will undoubtedly
prove lucrative and my new book, should I get it finished MAY prove
lucrative (a bit – it's mainly a labour of love! And the work on
the website wont be lucrative at all) but the problem is: they are
not being lucrative right now! Oh well! And the banners you see
round you don't work: the links will lead you to the relevant sites
but in the most part those sites have changed their revenue
collection companies and so I don't get a penny (my fault – I
haven't kept up to date!).
If and when the button appears it will,
I imagine, be found at the top of the right hand side bar.
Bye for now. And thanks for your
feedback and to all those who have shown their support. Sometimes
words are all it takes to gladden the heart! (The fact that it is a
sunny day helps too!)
Saturday, 6 September 2014
An embarrassing – Nay, Humiliating – Innovation: A Request for Feedback / Your Opinion
(And I don't mean for one
of my characters either)
Hi folks!
A request for feedback:
Today you find your
scribe VERY much in the doldrums... Errr... Basically I'm penniless
– or nearly so! At present I am putting all my energies (or nearly
so) in to the new book (which is coming along nicely – or would be
if I wasn't being afflicted by bouts of debilitating panic) while
simultaneously working on a project alongside Roger Benson and the 3D
artist, Angela Fox (which, I think is nowhere near completion and
from which I am unlikely to derive much in the way of monetary
reward). I'm also embroiled in rebuilding the website – The
Original Institute – in which the Beyond the Barred Window site
resides from the ground up (Yes, it's true I've done little with it
for a year, but partly that was because of medical reasons – and
all that is about to change. In the meantime, in the absence of any
new publication, the income (as small as it was) from my existing
titles has all but dried up – as tends to happen.
The thing is: Ordinarily
- and up to now - none of this would have mattered much; I was
living on savings, it was never expected to generate a living wage
(and never will) and was a hobby as much as anything, albeit one I
wanted to share – and enjoy sharing - with others. And then the
bombshell: Yesterday, at the bank, it emerged I have nothing like
the cash left I thought I had. The only way I can understand /
explain the situation is that when I walked in to a branch just
before Christmas and they told me the balance of my current account,
it was in error. What they were referring to was another account I
have which holds the remains of my life savings and which, based on
the figure they told me, I hadn't expected to have to resort to until
mid-way through next year. Consequently I'm in big trouble if I'm to
get these various projects, which are VERY dear to my heart - to the
point, with no exaggeration, they literally keep me going,
psychologically speaking - finished before I am reduced to
abandoning everything to run around seeking social benefit and so on
(I presently do not claim income support and so on – and work is
unlikely).
Sorry if all this sounds
rambling but what all this is about is that as much as anything I am
seeking your collective opinion: I am considering adding some kind
of donation button to the right hand sidebar here and on the websites
saying something like “If you have enjoyed the content here and
wish to support this blog / website / the author's next outpourings
please make a small donation – thank you!”.... I have seen
similar elsewhere, but never really liked the concept myself (it
sounds a little too much like those characters who bother me in
coffee bars and so on), but things are getting truly desperate if I
am to finish this and continue writing (I expect loads of folks will
now pitch up and say, well why bother then – you're bloody awful!
But I know SOME folks like my stuff – and it IS getting better (I
hope).
Anyway... What do you
think? Should I add a 'please donate' button? Or is that just TOO
distasteful for words? At this stage I am asking for nothing but your
opinion – and that just costs a little time and effort....
Either post a comment or you can email me direct:
toyntanen@googlemail.com
Ta!
Tuesday, 2 September 2014
A Pamphlet From History
On Inducting a Girl
into the Household –
By the Celebrated,
Major Alistair StJohn Allois Perskin
Or:
The Control, Discipline and
Chastisement of the Recalcitrant Young Maid or Petulant Servant Girl:
Modern Methods, Hints and Tips.
Being a Pamphlet Detailing Thoughts
on Uniform Considerations and Choice, Duties, Assessment and Training
and Featuring the Author’s Celebrated Outspoken Views Countering
Current Progressive Liberal Thinking on the Subject
......................................................................................................
From the outset, on entering the
household, a girl should be encouraged to immerse herself in – and
be satisfied by - solely occupying herself with feminine occupations.
There is a proviso one should consider here; while I say she should
be encouraged, at the same time she should not be made to feel she is
held in particularly high regard, nor allowed to consider the same.
In the latter vein: one should never hesitate to remind her of her
limitations; and if a task or imposition may be designed as an
exemplar of a particular inadequacy, so much the better.
That being said: there is one important
caveat, the master or mistress of the household should be aware of,
which is that it is vital such an assignment or chore is not repeated
on such a regular basis as to allow practice to make perfect, which
is to say, to allow the girl the satisfaction of herself marking any
improvement. As much as is possible, then, she should be encouraged
to recognize that advancement is beyond the means of her meagre
intellect. By this in effect you are doing the girl a service; it is
a kindness which ultimately will lead to less frustration, less
resentment, on the girl’s behalf by aiding her in her eventual
acceptance of the unalterable fact that her life is now under the
rigid rule of the household, and that every action, every thought
running through that pretty snub-nosed tousled head, is beholden to
the gentleman or lady of the house.
To this latter end it does no harm for
a girl to overhear her shortcomings discussed with others,
particularly as pertains to her intellectual development or lack of
it. In actual fact a criticism received in such a manner will be
more readily incorporated in to a girl’s persona than if she were
to be directly confronted by it or berated face to face. This latter
point is especially true in a situation wherein it is the stranger or
visitor who initiates the discussion or points out the problem,
whether it be perhaps clumsiness or some demonstration of the girl
lacking ‘common sense’, and is even more especially true if
reinforced by sufficiently frequent exposure to such third-party
criticism.
A girl constantly and consistently told
she is stupid, will in time become stupid; not in that she
will be tempted to mess around, but rather in that she will come to
believe herself incapable of arguing back, standing her ground or
making decisions for herself and instead will tend to capitulate
without struggle to whatever new restriction or stipulation one might
care to impose. Consistency is the key here; once knocked off
balance she must not be allowed to regain her footing. But you do
not stamp on her, you do not trample her under heel. you must not
seek to break her in a single step, in one full-blooded blow, as if
smashing some unwanted vase in a fit of pique against the wall or in
the drawing room fireplace. The human spirit is a resilient thing –
even the apparently fragile spirit of a self-conscious and bookish
teenage girl – and can bounce back surprisingly quickly from such a
direct, dare I say brutal, assault; and bounce back even stronger as
a result!. No, for a more permanent result her shy little spirit has
to be crushed, slowly, lovingly, little by little and step by step.
And never forget; the carrot can be as effective as the stick; though
the stick should never be spared where needs must.
One may envisage the process as akin to
plucking the petals from a rose. You twist off each off, one by one,
each one some new rule or stipulation she must adhere to, some new,
perhaps even quite minor, indignity she must suffer. But you do not
leave behind just the stem; rather the time to stop is when just
sufficient of the bloom remains to still be recognisable for what it
once was. In that manner, by tempering one’s hand short of total
personality collapse you leave the poor blameless lamb with
sufficient wherewithal to assure she truly appreciates the shame
inherent in the lowly station she has been brought down to; it is in
that constant realisation that true humility lies.
To the latter end I would say there is
no harm at all in from time to time reminding her, or contriving to
have her reminded, of what she may have become had she not fallen
within one’s employ and come under the control of the household.
For example; if taking to the stage had once been an aspiration,
however lofty or out of reach – but so much the better, if once
realistically within her grasp – then a couple of theatre posters
or handbills decorating the walls of her room may be in order.
Alternatively, why not let her have a programme to read from time to
time, procured during some visit to the theatre?
Under such circumstances as I have
outlined above I would see nothing wrong with the mistress of the
house sitting down with the girl and flicking through the pages with
her; in fact I would think it a most instructive exercise. I make a
point of suggesting the mistress of the house rather than the
gentleman for such a diversion. For it is she - sharing empathy as a
fellow member of the fairer sex - who is best suited to perhaps
sorrowfully pointing out the pretty lead actress and how prettier
still ‘her girl’ is by comparison - or would have been had
circumstances been kinder - or discussing the sumptuous costumes,
while commiserating over the functional dowdiness of the uniform the
poor thing wears, as necessitated by the day-to-day tasks of the
common domestic servant girl.
It all helps to act as a constant
reminder to the girl of her station within the household, and within
society as a whole. As does her uniform. And unlike some, I do not
see having a household servant wear a uniform as a ‘thorny
question’ or ‘problem’ whatsoever. In fact there should
categorically be no question of a serving girl not wearing a uniform.
There should be none of this namby-pamby nonsensical advice
advocated in certain ‘enlightened’ ‘modern’ pamphlets and
‘household guides’ about how if one ‘provides an attractive
uniform, little trouble will be encountered in it being worn’, to
quote from one such journal.
The old queen may have passed, God rest
her soul. But the Empire remains sound, the Union Jack once more
flutters proudly over the Palace of Westminster, and I'm pleased to
say that in this King Edward's England we have yet to buckle to
women’s suffrage, thank the Lord! Well established traditional
values still hold sway in polite society, despite the 'upheaval,
turmoil and change' certain mischievous factions within 'the third
estate' had predicted for this 'new century'. More to the point:
there remain a far greater number of unplaced young women and girls
wandering the streets and alleys and facing the workhouse than there
are positions available within good, well structured households.
Hence whatever gripe or grumble a girl
might have regarding her employer's choice of her wardrobe or other
stipulation, the employer holds the whip hand in the matter, never
forget that; just as one should never forgo an opportunity to remind
the prospective serving girl of that fact. Nor should one ever
hesitate to remind the girl how with but a single word whispered in a
friendly magistrate’s or councillor’s ear, albeit perhaps eased
by means of a little financial consideration, a place for her in a
suitable workhouse, or even the equivalent of the old Clink, can
quickly be found. The single fact remains: there are still a good
few men of conscience within the legal profession and judiciary of
these islands today who believe it is better to provide for a secure
and structured detention than risk a pretty young innocent, if left
to her own devices, descending to the level of a painted-faced young
hussy or streetwalker.
With such considerations foremost in
the mind, a line should be drawn under the young thing’s previous
existence from the very moment she sets foot in the house. It is the
author's modest, yet considered, opinion that the most efficacious
path to follow in order to achieve the latter aim is to be reached by
way of some contrivance or other ultimately resulting in divesting
the girl of her own old togs, the aim being to get the winsome young
filly placed in her employer's choice of uniform as soon as
practically possible. Of course it goes without saying that the well
prepared householder will have had the requisite uniform prepared,
correctly sized, ready and waiting for her prospect new employee well
beforehand; and in this matter the services of a good, reliable
dressmaker or seamstress can prove a godsend!.
Now, should a girl arrive on the
doorstep bearing luggage, then that should be taken from her before
she is shown up to her room. At this early stage it is perfectly
acceptable to offer some words of explanation, and a good way forward
is to mention laundering or storage elsewhere ‘for the time being’.
In her room a washstand with a jug and bowl should have been readied
so that she might wash and a linen basket left on her bed to collect
her old clothes. If you employ a housekeeper I see nothing wrong
with having the woman wait outside the girl’s room to take the
basket once she has changed. If not, then the gentleman or lady of
the house can perform the same function. The aim is the same. The
girl should have to present herself soon after, and while it is
perfectly fine – a good thing, in fact – to praise her if she has
made an obvious effort in arranging her personal appearance and in
her timely arrival in the parlour or wherever it has been agreed to
receive her, it is also the perfect moment for the householder to
begin to assert his or hers authority, especially as regards to the
girl’s uniform.
Some might think the latter be best
served by something plain, servile, hard-wearing and serviceable and
of some suitably subdued hue; in short, apparel best suited to the
efficacious performance and fulfilment of those more distasteful base
menial tasks one might think well below the station of housekeeper
let alone the mistress of the house.
On the other hand in some households
there may well be call for sumptuous layers of satin and lace, most
appropriate should a coquettish demeanour be considered pleasing to
perhaps indulge a whim on some rainy or snowy afternoon.
In terms of her continuing education,
if such should be your wish, she might – at one’s pleasure – in
addition to keeping house, be taught the more genteel arts of music,
singing, drawing, sewing and poetry. But she need learn nothing
whatsoever of the world of science. Nor need she know of
engineering, economics or mathematics and she should be actively
discouraged from any form or school of philosophical thought. She
should, however, be taught all manner of those – one is to hope -
strictly feminine arts as might pertain to providing satisfaction of
a more, personal, nature, even if destined to fulfil the most
demeaning of scullery maid’s tasks or to fill the lowliest of
menial positions, perhaps to make a tweeny at most.
Wednesday, 27 August 2014
Spam-A-Lot... No More!
Yeah,
right! Spamalot (with apologies to Monty Python's Flying Circus) is
the right term - I'm getting pretty annoyed! Actually I'm getting
pretty annoyed about a lot of things at the moment, not least of
which being that it has been raining - HARD - and when it rains my
phone line sounds like frying bacon in a pan, which of course buggers
my internet connection. Thus I am in a pub so as to use their WiFi
connection (currently The Toll Gate in Turnpike Lane, North London if
anyone fancies a 'meet and greet' and a pint). Today I am having to
do some desk research on behalf of one of my two significant others
(a hospital dietician) on the dietary requirements and guidelines
applicable to cardiac babies... Yahhhhn! By the way: Desk research
is a sideline of mine (in case anybody has any work - I need the
cash!). But what is REALLY pissing me off is this:
Up
until now I have always followed a policy of allowing open access to
posting comments on this blog free of moderation, rarely if ever
interceding other than to post comments of my own, in fact
encouraging its use as a kind of discussion or bulletin board.
However for some time now I have been aware that an individual - or
individuals - has / have been posting comments which on the surface
look vaguly genuine but which include a link to something the person
or group describes as 'my blog' but which in fact turns out to be a
link to a foreign language commercial site.
Now
I'm not sure what all this is about or what the individual or group
concerned expects to get out of it (I suspect it is some sort of
search engine optimisation strategy), but it has to stop. Therefore
I have had to instigate moderation, which basically means that from
now on all comments will automatically pass through me via email for
vetting before being published. It's a bloody pain, but I've been
driven to it. In the meantime, rest assured I will be trawling
through the site removing the offending material as and when I have
the time!
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