#Absentfromwriting…
Four days absence.
I’ve just completed a four day embroidery school. Two projects – as different as chalk and cheese.
Four days absence.
I’ve just completed a four day embroidery school. Two projects – as different as chalk and cheese.
What prompts an historical fiction/fantasy writer to want to see the Dior Exhibition?
Silks, satins, embellishments of beads and gold thread. It’s that simple…
How many other writers have interests completely divergent from their profession? Most I should say – if one asked.
In my own case, I have a number of interests (apart from dog-walking and reading). Anyone who’s followed the blog through the years will know that…
One of the reviews of Tobias states…’good accurate sailing terminology.’
And it prompted me to think that my grandfather and my father would not have been best pleased if I hadn’t used the correct terms…
I’ve been pinning for 12 months-ish. I had thought that it might just be a fad for me, perhaps even a fad for the world at large.
But not so.
The participation levels are huge, my own involvement at least every second or third evening when I’m busy, every evening if I’m not.
Whilst away last weekend, I read an interesting article on solitude in The Australian Weekender magazine, by writer Nikki Gemmell. She says: ‘aloneness can have a vast restorative power … it’s a space for your mind to uncurl … in the lovely, glittery alone, a door opens to a possibility and it’s when novel ideas sneak in, titles roar with their rightness and surprising character arcs veer me back to excitement over a project that hasn’t been singing.’
On House…
There is a little place by the sea that we call House.
Those who know me know that it is the place in which I feel most comfortable. That it is where I am content.
How is it that a place can make you feel so? Those who study the human psyche say that one should feel confident and happy anywhere, that being anchored to one place is unhealthy and shows lack of resilience and strength.
I think I’m a failure in terms of fitting into the writer’s mould.
I don’t sit and write in a study. (I write anywhere and everywhere)
I’m not surrounded by learned tomes. (Hard when you write anywhere and everywhere)
I’ve seen dozens of writers blog about this question.
What question, you ask?
How much to write when you write about sex, of course.
Should we be explicit, they say, including every sweaty, gasping moment?
Well, I suspect it might be this weekend, beginning with today.
I am at the shack (for those outside Tasmania [Australia] read cottage, beach house etc). I have the laptop with me, I have my revision reports, research notes, dictionary and thesaurus. I arrived at midday. It’s been a mild day . . . unusually. It should be freezing as it’s past June 1, but its forecast to be 17 (64?). The sky is powder blue and there is no wind . . . none. It’s heaven.