Thursday, 31 March 2016

Keeping my promises

Way back last November, when I was too busy to take part in NaNoWriMo, I decided it might be interesting to try the NaPoWriMo (National Poetry Writing Month) challenge in April. After all, I didn’t have any other plans for that month …

But suddenly, it’s the last day of March and my diary is filled with ‘must do’s’.

A few days of April have already been set aside for promised visits to distant friends and family. Various appointments have been made for several other days – some for me, some for him. Saturday mornings will be spent at the art group. (That’s my playtime and I need it!)

My most important writing task is to crack on with producing more stories for my Alfie Dog Fiction collection, but I’m also hoping to steal a bit of writing time to polish up a couple of older stories and enter them in competitions that I’ve had my eye on.

Away from my writing desk, I’ll be itching to get out and attend to my neglected garden whenever the weather allows, and I’m also thinking about doing a bit of decorating indoors. Well, I’ve got as far as choosing the colours …

And then, of course, I’ll need to fit in the usual housework, shopping, cooking, phone calls, emails, the stack of books waiting to be read and the walks I know I should do every day but don’t always manage if it’s cold and wet …

So will I be able to write a poem every day in April? Probably not, but I’ve kept my promise to sign up anyway.

Oh, yes, and I’m also racing to finish my illustration course …

It was a good idea at the time!

Are you taking part in NaPoWriMo? If poetry isn’t your thing (I'm not sure if it’s mine) what about trying the A to Z blogging challenge which also takes place throughout April? It looks like fun and you can choose your own theme. Perhaps I’ll have a go at it next year – although I’m not promising!

Sunday, 27 March 2016

Strange times

A conversation I had yesterday:

‘Must remember to alter the clocks tonight.’
‘Ah yes, forwards or backwards?’
‘Forward one hour.’
‘So if I go to bed at eleven, I’ll have to change my bedside clock to twelve.’
‘You don’t have to. It doesn't officially change until two in the morning. But if you don’t, and forget to do it when you wake up, you’ll be an hour behind everyone else tomorrow.’
‘So that means I’ll lose an hour of sleep tonight.’
‘Unless you go to bed at ten.’
‘Good idea. If I go to bed at ten, change the clock to eleven, set the alarm for eight, when it rings it will really only be seven o’ clock. That means I’ll gain an extra hour.’
‘That can’t be right.’
‘Why not?’
‘Because, um, …’

We’ve been changing the clocks twice a year for as long as I can remember, so why does it still seem so complicated?!

Happy Easter
 whatever time it is where you are.

Sunday, 20 March 2016

The real life benefits of made-up stories

It seems to me that there are two sorts of people: those who ‘get’ fiction, and those who don’t. While some of us see nothing strange in becoming totally involved with a fictional character who only lives in a novel, play or film, there are others who look on with puzzled frowns.

‘But it’s not real,’ they say. ‘There’s no such place, no such person. Why waste your time on something that’s pure make-believe?’

Here’s one of my reasons …

I was dreading going to the dentist. Over the years, I’ve had enough traumatic experiences connected with my teeth and dentists to fill a non-fiction book, one of those depressing misery memoirs. But, once again, I had a dental problem and knew I'd have to be brave if I wanted to solve it. Delaying a visit would only make matters worse.

My appointment wasn’t until the afternoon so, instead of worrying about it all morning, I tried to distract myself by working on my latest short story. I managed to write a few paragraphs, but the words weren’t flowing and I soon ground to a halt. I knew what had to happen next in the story but I couldn’t find the right way to explain it. After several attempts, I gave up.

In the dentist’s chair, I relaxed physically as much as I could while trying to convince myself that the ordeal would soon be over. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and – there it was! The next sentence in my story. It was perfect. It moved the story on quickly and clearly, exactly as I’d wanted. I ‘wrote’ the next sentence, and the next, repeating them over and over to myself so I wouldn’t forget them. (Yes, I did have a notebook in my bag but I didn’t think the dentist would appreciate me stopping his work so I could get on with mine.)

I can’t truthfully say I was oblivious to what was happening in my mouth, but having something more important to concentrate on certainly lessened the anxiety. I was almost sorry when the treatment was over. Another two minutes and I’d have been writing THE END.

As soon as I was back in the real world of course, I couldn’t get out of there fast enough!

Do you have any practical uses for fiction?