Seil, Beyond the Bridge

The Bridge over the Atlantic

(Wiki Commons image by W.L. Tarbert)

As you read this, I will be on Seil Island, on the west coast of Scotland, doubtless taking photos of my own of the Bridge over the Atlantic.  I will be computer-less, so I'll just flag up now that I've got a blog scheduled for Monday over on An Awfully Big Blog Adventure, saying why spending a week in a phenomenally beautiful part of the world is a good idea ...

Not exactly a tough sell.

I'll be back here next Sunday with more photos than sense - see you then!

Unveiled!

And here it is - the final version of the cover for the final Slightly Jones Mystery - The Case of the Hidden City!  (The book itself has a few months to go before it's a hold-in-your-hand sort of thing, but why should you have to wait that long?)  And in case you've forgotten just how colourful the other covers are as well, here they are -

The first full family photo!  Lovely -

Diving Sideways

I'm over at The History Girls today, with ANOTHER reason why I'm not actually writing the new book ...

Stuck in Mid-Dive

The Tomb of the Diver, Paestum, Italy. 480-470 BC.

Attribution: Heinz-Josef Lucking

Wiki-Commons

That's me.  Stuck in mid-dive.  I want to be writing this new book - I really do - but I'm just not getting down to it.  Maybe I'm tired.  Or maybe it's because the new book doesn't have a title ...  Maybe if I could say to myself, "Today I'm going to dive right into The Adriatic (for example)" it would work better than saying, "Today I'm going to dive right into the big blue wet thing*".

I'm not sure.  But NaPoWriMo is done now, I've caught up (ish) on admin, written some blogs and submitted a sample chapter for an it's-not-very-likely-but-let's-give-it-my-best-shot-anyway brief, and - now it's time to get wet!

Wish me luck.

* Footnote the Muppets - and how often do you get to do THAT?!

Week/Weak of Memory

This week I've been thinking about memory.  I blogged about it over on Girls Heart Books - going back to my earliest memory and making a probably pretty tenuous connection between individual remembered scenes and the discrete snippets that I write at the beginning of work on a new book.

Basically, I'm very fuzzy about - and at - memory.  It's so susceptible to fiction.  Here I am, for example, looking puffy-eyed, scruffy-haired, sturdy in the leg department and about to fall over with excitement about ... something.  I don't remember what, or the fence, or having the photo taken.  Do I recognize all those things in me now?  Yes.  Do I remember those matching dresses my mum made?  No.  Do I think you could write a story about the characters in the scene?  Oh yes.

I watched a programme about memory a while back and though I don't in fact remember that much about it (sigh) there was a point made which stuck in my mind.  They were saying that most people don't remember anything before about age 3, and that this had to do with the acquisition of language.  But not just single words - specifically, the ability to speak in sentences.  And it seems to me the main reason for sentences is for making stories.  So we start to be able to have memories at the point where we can begin to make stories.  (Okay, I don't think they said that on the programme, but maybe they did and then I just forgot.)

And, just because it's a pleasant image, here is the dog who lived across the street when I was small, named, I think, Patches.  I'm sure I loved Patches.  But do I remember him (or, possibly, her) or do I just remember looking at the photo, and loving things with fur generally?  I don't know.

But what a nice dog.

The Serious Business of Naming Characters

Today I'm over at An Awfully Big Blog Adventure, being silly with names.  You have been warned.

April is the poetry-est month

That's something I'm up to this month.  National Poetry Writing Month is the brain child of US poet Maureen Thorson, and it's been going since 2003.  (So it's taken 10 years for me to notice.  I never claimed to be quick off the mark ... )  If we refer to the site's FAQ:

How do I participate in NaPoWriMo?

Easy! Just write a poem a day for the month of April. You can post them on the internet. You can hide them in a notebook. You can make up a special book just for yourself out of them. Really, all you need to do is write a poem a day for the month of April.

And, so far, I am.  I'm finding it particularly satisfying that, even on days when my other life pretty much scoffs the lot, I can still salvage enough time to write a poem.  Or at very least, the first draft of one.  

I'm trying not to revise any poem beyond the day it's written.  (Okay, I did go back and change an "into" to a "through", but it was really bugging me, and it was just the once.)  Normally I'm rubbish at that thing of putting a piece of work onto a metaphorical back burner to simmer quietly for a while before re-considering it.  But the set-up of NaPoWriMo makes it easier.  Write the things, bung them away, look at them in May.  What will I make of my 30-poem group then?  I will have to wait and see.

Fancy giving it a go?  Don't wait for 2014 - just jump in now.  You won't regret it!