Sushi and her sister, Couscous were neutered yesterday. Today, when I stroke them, they turn their heads into the palms of my hands and purr loudly. They are curled up right now in the little pink study behind me. They're keeping close.
Thursday, 21 October 2010
Cats
Sushi and her sister, Couscous were neutered yesterday. Today, when I stroke them, they turn their heads into the palms of my hands and purr loudly. They are curled up right now in the little pink study behind me. They're keeping close.
Dilemmas
Wednesday, 6 October 2010
Erosion Re-writing
I've reached the part in Erosion, Chapter 27, where it's not editing now, it's re-writing. I'm excited, because I know this is what is needed, but it's going to be hard work and take time. I think I've got four weeks to get it clear and then re-edit the lot. Then I'll be busy with other work and looking at other people's work, so won't have the right head space for mine. Editing will be fine then, but certainly will be difficult to be creative.
I really like the people in Erosion, really like them. Group hug? Don't think they'd like that at all. In fact I know how one or two of them would definitely react. Not pretty.
Right. Stop distracting myself. You have a deadline missus.
I really like the people in Erosion, really like them. Group hug? Don't think they'd like that at all. In fact I know how one or two of them would definitely react. Not pretty.
Right. Stop distracting myself. You have a deadline missus.
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Juba do leao,
Ruth Estevez,
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Yorkshire
Tuesday, 5 October 2010
Writing dialogue
Funny when you have conversations with yourself. I'm working on Erosion now, and it's great, I'm on a roll with chalets collapsing, ground falling away, the shock and devastation.
And then I paused, listening to the characters' words as I was reading them aloud. I imagined I was at the Writers' group and someone said, '....I don't agree with their views.'
And I said, 'Well, they're not you. They don't live in Chorlton, they weren't teachers at universities, they don't quaff wine and go to writers' groups...' and then I started crying.
Someone asked if they were based on people I knew. Not exactly. Definitely not exactly, but they're based on people I've known but only in a hazy estimation (that's not a cop out) and these people with this other way of thinking and living in a world that no longer exists are all dead. And it upset me. And then I realised why these characters have these views. I want the people I knew to be heard. I just want them to be heard. That's all.
And then I paused, listening to the characters' words as I was reading them aloud. I imagined I was at the Writers' group and someone said, '....I don't agree with their views.'
And I said, 'Well, they're not you. They don't live in Chorlton, they weren't teachers at universities, they don't quaff wine and go to writers' groups...' and then I started crying.
Someone asked if they were based on people I knew. Not exactly. Definitely not exactly, but they're based on people I've known but only in a hazy estimation (that's not a cop out) and these people with this other way of thinking and living in a world that no longer exists are all dead. And it upset me. And then I realised why these characters have these views. I want the people I knew to be heard. I just want them to be heard. That's all.
Thursday, 30 September 2010
Happiness
Lost my beloved green glasses a few weeks ago and found them outside this morning dangling from a red geranium plant.
Wednesday, 29 September 2010
Oliva, Oliva, Oliva
Simplicity, paring down to what we need. The Lost Steps, a tatty book I found on a charity shop bookshelf. Who was it by? Alejo Carpentier. A revelation about what we need, enjoying it and then thinking we need more than this and finding out to our loss, that we don't. Lesson learnt? What do you think? We're human beings living in a world surrounded by 'things' and I mean, that because they are merely things. And proving ourselves, to ourselves, by striving to do this, that, and why? What do we need to prove to ourselves? Why do we need to prove anything to ourselves, putting the whole, proving things to other people, aside? Why isn't it enough just to be?
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Ruth Estevez,
Spain,
writing groups
Thursday, 23 September 2010
Truth
Someone I know brought up the truth yesterday. Questioning it. Made me wonder who's the grand judge of what is the truth in a given situation? Who gets to say? And is the truth always the best option? The only option? What's the case for lying sometimes? Is a lie someone else's truth; is it what they want to be the truth? We can ask a question and not want to hear the truth, so who is at fault, the one who lies but makes the other happy, or the one who asks the question and not wanting a truthful answer? Is the truth and maybe pain the better option? Short term effect or long term?
It's a minefield. And that's only the beginning of the questions.
We're all different. We all have different angles on what truth and lies are. The Commonwealth Games accomodation.... teams saying the facilities, aren't adequate. And the organisers saying, well your ideas of hygiene and my ideas of hygiene are different, so how can we agree?
Your idea of truth is different from my idea of it. And it changes all the time. Truthful to ourselves. Is that the way to be?
It's a minefield. And that's only the beginning of the questions.
We're all different. We all have different angles on what truth and lies are. The Commonwealth Games accomodation.... teams saying the facilities, aren't adequate. And the organisers saying, well your ideas of hygiene and my ideas of hygiene are different, so how can we agree?
Your idea of truth is different from my idea of it. And it changes all the time. Truthful to ourselves. Is that the way to be?
Labels:
Juba do leao,
Ruth Estevez,
truth,
writers groups
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