I am a notebook tart. I admit it. I confess. Here and now. I cannot walk into a stationery shop and walk past the notebooks section, hell, I can't even walk past a stationery shop.
Recently I have seen writers referring to something called a moleskine notebook which is by all accounts a must-have item. I'm sorry, but I draw the line at using a notebook made from the skin of a sweet little - hold on, someone is whispering in my ear. Ahem. Where was I?
I don't think I've ever seen one. I don't think they can sell them in the shops I frequent. So I looked them up on Amazon. Ah, I see. Imitation leather (I am reading a review as I write), a joy to write on, etc. etc. And quite pricey - which means I probably have seen them, but they've been out of my price range.
Well if I am looking for a journal, something I will keep, then I don't mind treating myself a bit, but my notebooks are hard-working little creatures. I used to buy shorthand notebooks in packs of six and occasionally I'd splash out on a legal pad. They end up smothered in scribbled notes and crossings out and by the time they are full, they are ready for their final journey to the shredder.
But I've always been a sucker for a pretty cover and lately I have been drawn to Pukka pads. They come in lots of different colours and sizes. I have a rainbow one which I'm saving for something special and a gold one which I use to make notes for the children's book. And there are others in my little cupboard waiting patiently for the day when they are chosen . . .
There are also the black and red notebooks with soft covers and the bit of elastic that holds them shut. Love those too I do.
Another newish discovery for me - the gel pen! Oh how I love them. Don't get me started on gel pens.
When I was a legal secretary, I used to be responsible for buying stationery. Mwahaha - that place was beautifully stocked when I left. I bet they didn't have to buy a pen or a notebook for years after I'd gone. I couldn't even stick to buying ordinary yellow flimsy, but would buy reams of it in all different colours. Flimsy for anyone under the age of about 40 is the thin paper used as a carbon copy, which brings us to carbon paper - the last I bought for the office was beautiful, shiny and purple and extremely expensive.
The stationery reps loved me!
And just one little thing that bugs me. When you see a writer on telly or in a film about to type their great masterpiece (this of course would be an OLD pre computer film) they always insert just one sheet into the typewriter. Where is their carbon copy?
Monday, 20 April 2009
Thursday, 16 April 2009
Lost for Words!
I am guilty of lurking - if that is the right word (I know it applies to forums) - on other blogs. I have read excellent and very entertaining and informative posts and my finger has hovered over the comment button because I've been so eager to say something and what happens?
I find myself lost for words.
What if what I say sounds too trite? What if I waffle? And what if - horrors - I spell a word wrong or my grammar is glaringly incorrect. So I prevaricate and before I know it the moment is lost . . . several other people have already said what I wanted to say and said it so much better than I would have done!
I think this is why so many writers dislike using the phone. You don't get the opportunity to rewrite a phone call.
Anyway I am gradually feeling my way around (ooo-er-missus) blogland. One of these days I'll stick my head out of the window and say hello!
Tuesday, 14 April 2009
New Anthology
It's out on the 13th May, published by Bridge House Publishing, called In The Shadow of the Red Queen and I've got two stories in it.
Okay, now I've got the plug out of the way on to the more serious matter of future books. Bridge House are planning to publish more anthologies and are looking for stories to fill them, so take a look at their website http://bridgehousepublishing.co.uk/default.aspx where you'll find all the details. There's also news of a short story competition on there for anyone interested.
They also have a blog where you can read a bit about the authors and stories in the book.
You can find that here http://redqueenadultsuitcase.blogspot.com/
Okay, now I've got the plug out of the way on to the more serious matter of future books. Bridge House are planning to publish more anthologies and are looking for stories to fill them, so take a look at their website http://bridgehousepublishing.co.uk/default.aspx where you'll find all the details. There's also news of a short story competition on there for anyone interested.
They also have a blog where you can read a bit about the authors and stories in the book.
You can find that here http://redqueenadultsuitcase.blogspot.com/
Sunday, 12 April 2009
Ideas.
It is the question I am most often asked. Where do I get my ideas from? And the short answer is - I don't know!
That's not a lot of help is it? But obviously ideas come from somewhere, so . . .
In my last year at primary school I had a wonderful teacher called Mr Wallace. He used to have a box full of ideas. We would take something from the box and that would be our idea for the lesson. Once I pulled out a card on which was written "Find out and write about Socrates."
Ugh, I thought, but actually I enjoyed finding out about him and I remember illustrating my piece with a picture of a man with a sad face wearing a long robe and holding a goblet of poison in his hand. He had a skinny beard in my picture too if I remember correctly. Okay I didn't have to invent anything for that piece, but my creative input was the picture.
Another time I pulled a picture from the box. It was of a busy street. I had to write a story about it. In the end my story involved a helicopter and a large field, but I've no idea how I got there from the busy street. I think I decided that one of the many people in the street was on the run.
My best friend pulled a picture of a couple of old ladies from the same box. She named one of the old ladies Agnes and turned her into a murderer. I remember wishing enviously that I'd pulled that picture from the box when I read her story, but it wasn't the picture, it was her imagination that made her story so good.
If I'm stuck for ideas, which I often am, I sometimes look at a picture and try to write a story about it. Occasionally the ideas just come. I was reading a Woman's Weekly and a single word thrust itself out at me from the page. No, honestly it did - it leapt right off the page and poked me in the eye.
Oh, all right it didn't. But there was something about the word. An ordinary word. Jumper.
It referred to a garment, but that word stuck itself into my brain and finally formed a story.
You can sit all day at a railway station eavesdropping on conversations (not that I do of course - I don't have time) and come away with nothing, but you can pass someone in the street and catch a couple of words and have a complete story.
Then there are the dream stories when you have a dream and it presents you with a fully formed story, or at least an idea for one. Memories - we all have those. So where do ideas come from? Well I still don't know. They're just there!
That's not a lot of help is it? But obviously ideas come from somewhere, so . . .
In my last year at primary school I had a wonderful teacher called Mr Wallace. He used to have a box full of ideas. We would take something from the box and that would be our idea for the lesson. Once I pulled out a card on which was written "Find out and write about Socrates."
Ugh, I thought, but actually I enjoyed finding out about him and I remember illustrating my piece with a picture of a man with a sad face wearing a long robe and holding a goblet of poison in his hand. He had a skinny beard in my picture too if I remember correctly. Okay I didn't have to invent anything for that piece, but my creative input was the picture.
Another time I pulled a picture from the box. It was of a busy street. I had to write a story about it. In the end my story involved a helicopter and a large field, but I've no idea how I got there from the busy street. I think I decided that one of the many people in the street was on the run.
My best friend pulled a picture of a couple of old ladies from the same box. She named one of the old ladies Agnes and turned her into a murderer. I remember wishing enviously that I'd pulled that picture from the box when I read her story, but it wasn't the picture, it was her imagination that made her story so good.
If I'm stuck for ideas, which I often am, I sometimes look at a picture and try to write a story about it. Occasionally the ideas just come. I was reading a Woman's Weekly and a single word thrust itself out at me from the page. No, honestly it did - it leapt right off the page and poked me in the eye.
Oh, all right it didn't. But there was something about the word. An ordinary word. Jumper.
It referred to a garment, but that word stuck itself into my brain and finally formed a story.
You can sit all day at a railway station eavesdropping on conversations (not that I do of course - I don't have time) and come away with nothing, but you can pass someone in the street and catch a couple of words and have a complete story.
Then there are the dream stories when you have a dream and it presents you with a fully formed story, or at least an idea for one. Memories - we all have those. So where do ideas come from? Well I still don't know. They're just there!
Friday, 10 April 2009
Visiting the Pirates
I don't like crowds, but the people milling about on the Quay weren't at all crowdlike. They were there to see the pirates and some of them had come a very long way - leather clad bikers, disappointed youngsters who had expected to see Johnny Depp (No, darling, his name is Johnnie Walker) little old ladies - oh hang on, that was me. There was bunting, music and sunshine - what more could anyone want?
They weren't exactly dancing in the streets, but the mood was light and people were smiling.
The other half went all misty eyed, remembering the days when he was a small boy and his grandad was master of a lightvessel and had taken him on board.
It's not like the pirate radio ships of old, but it looked good and has stirred up some happy memories.
Pirates!
Well this isn't quite what I intended to blog about today, but the presence of LV18 at the Ha'penny Pier in Harwich cannot pass by without a mention.
In a past life, LV18 was a manned Trinity House lightvessel. More recently she's been a film star - starring in The Boat that Rocked. At the moment legends such as Emperor Rosko, Keith Skues, Johnnie Walker and Tony Blackburn are broadcasting aboard as Pirate BBC Essex. This all coincides with an exhibition of Pirate radio memorabilia over the Easter Weekend on the Ha-penny Pier.
I have a great and lasting fondness for pirate radio. I used to listen to Radio Caroline in bed with my transistor radio tucked under my pillow and the single ear-piece jammed into one ear. Bliss.
My most vivid memory of pirate radio is of a night in May 1971. I had just turned 14 and was in bed listening to Radio North Sea International. Around 11 o'clock they began to broadcast a mayday message, giving out their position and describing the fire which had taken hold of the Mebo II after a bomb had been thrown on board.
All the time they were playing the Radio North Sea call tune Man of Action in the background. The combination of the music and the mayday messages was powerful and I can't listen to that music to this day without remembering that night.
My parents weren't exactly delighted to be woken up by me demanding that they DO something (because for some reason I was afraid that I was the only person listening). My dad's calm reassurances that the mayday would be heard and attended to did nothing to console me. I was distraught. Go back to bed and turn the radio off now they said . . . of course I didn't. I sat up listening to the whole thing and in my memory it seemed to go on all night, but I believe the ship was abandoned about an hour after the first mayday call.
I still get goosebumps when I think about it and will I be visiting the exhibition this weekend? You Bet!
In a past life, LV18 was a manned Trinity House lightvessel. More recently she's been a film star - starring in The Boat that Rocked. At the moment legends such as Emperor Rosko, Keith Skues, Johnnie Walker and Tony Blackburn are broadcasting aboard as Pirate BBC Essex. This all coincides with an exhibition of Pirate radio memorabilia over the Easter Weekend on the Ha-penny Pier.
I have a great and lasting fondness for pirate radio. I used to listen to Radio Caroline in bed with my transistor radio tucked under my pillow and the single ear-piece jammed into one ear. Bliss.
My most vivid memory of pirate radio is of a night in May 1971. I had just turned 14 and was in bed listening to Radio North Sea International. Around 11 o'clock they began to broadcast a mayday message, giving out their position and describing the fire which had taken hold of the Mebo II after a bomb had been thrown on board.
All the time they were playing the Radio North Sea call tune Man of Action in the background. The combination of the music and the mayday messages was powerful and I can't listen to that music to this day without remembering that night.
My parents weren't exactly delighted to be woken up by me demanding that they DO something (because for some reason I was afraid that I was the only person listening). My dad's calm reassurances that the mayday would be heard and attended to did nothing to console me. I was distraught. Go back to bed and turn the radio off now they said . . . of course I didn't. I sat up listening to the whole thing and in my memory it seemed to go on all night, but I believe the ship was abandoned about an hour after the first mayday call.
I still get goosebumps when I think about it and will I be visiting the exhibition this weekend? You Bet!
My Weekly
Very rude of me to invite you to visit my blog and not even be here to say hello!
Hello!
I am planning to write more later, but in the meantime a photo taken yesterday of what happens when Grandad gets left in charge at lunchtime while I take a phone call!
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