Things that make one’s heart beat faster: Winter trees silhouetted on ‘Camden’ hill against a clear azure sky. Her Excellency the Governor General’s beautiful daffodil yellow suit with a purple flower pinned to the shoulder. The shorn sheep lying in winter sunshine, faces turned to a sunbeam. Me standing at the door of the shearing shed, face turned to a sunbeam. Today’s frost in first light – a comparison with diamonds and white gold filigree is not idle. A kookaburra’s call at ‘cut-out’, almost like a finishing bell. The pressed wool in bales, lined up like soldiers. The AAA stencil in black.
Things one shouldn’t do: Pass wind (in public). Lose focus with one’s manuscript revision. Become involved in another’s trials and tribulations. Wear lipstick a shade too red for one’s certain age. Short hems and bikinis (in public) after a certain age. Gossip. Drink more wine than is good for one . Wish, because one should be careful what one wishes for. Lift heavy planks that need stacking. Be xenophobic. Lose one’s temper.
This is the Pied Piper who leads me a merry dance. Should I adopt her, or shouldn’t I?
What would my other two JRT’s say?
I discovered The Lunatic, the Lover and the Poet by Myrlin A.Hermes in such a roundabout manner. Reading Nathan Bransford’s blog in January, Myrlin A. Hermes discussed how she put together a book-video on the novel for Youtube. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NBvQItaRdJc
Recently on Rachelle Gardner’s blog, she talked about a visit to her local bookstore, and which became a real learning experience. She said:‘ What a great way to expand our reading horizons! It’s best if there is comfortable seating. I collect a stack of books, then go sit in the cafe and open them up. Often I’ll get so engrossed that I’ll read two or three chapters just sitting there! Then I know I want the book. Sometimes I read enough that I feel I don’t need to buy it after all.’
My friend Michael (thevelv.blogspot.com) is in the throes of editing a wonderful biography of his mother Catherine Duncan who was an actress, artist and witty and observant commentator on life. Mike’s book will be released through Macmillan next year and so he is in the clutches of the dreadful ‘R’ word. Or the ‘E’ word if you like. Revision, editing, it’s all the same. This is what he says in a recent blog:
Things that are distant though near:
Salamanca Market which is 6 kilometres away from our home. Relationships. The road that leads down a 300 metre 15 degree slope to the nearest shop. The first day of daylight-saving. The end of the current revision. The first tulip flowering. Old age. Next weekend is also distant though near.
Things that are elegant:
Manners. There has to be nothing like a display of manners. A door opened by a stranger so that one may pass through, someone saying thank you for something one may have done. Perfect table manners. Pulling the chair out for a woman at a dinner table. Standing when a woman walks into the room. ‘The less is more’ philosophy. Chanel’s advice: always take that last look in the mirror before leaving home and remove something. A Georgian façade. Pointed toe shoes of impeccable quality: a Ferragamo? Classical ballet in traditional costume. Prix St George dressage. Veuve Cliquot. And finally, and above and beyond French wines and Italian shoes, the most elegant thing in the world is utter simplicity.
The smell of berry slice. A letter folding in the right way so that it slips into its envelope as if they were lovers. The smell of fresh laundry as it is folded. Crisp cotton sheets. Autumn lasting until Spring. The ocean. The sound of waves. The squeak of white sand when walked across. Views of land and sea that take one’s breath away. Bright red leaves like slashes of blood on blueberry bushes.