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Tuesday, November 25, 2014

In The Belly of the Whale.

Why is it Tuesday? That's a bit existential so early in the week. Sorry. Here's a picture of my loud climbing rose - she's all magenta, which is why I painted my gate Frida blue - just for when she flowers. There is also honeysuckle off to the right, which kicks me in the heart with its scent, every time I walk by.

The Moon says that my garden is "very wild at the moment. A bit like you mama". Ahem. Yers. We're only a few days off it being officially Summer, and we've had thunderstorms and heat, winds, and mist. Often all in one day, as is the norm in this part of the world.

A bit rustic, yes.

So, Sunday saw me break the 50,000 barrier on The Nov. And that means I've completed The Madness of NaNo about 8 days early. BUT, it's almost a bit "so what?", because I'm currently in the dark and churning Belly of the Whale. It so happens that I'm at that Midpoint Reversal thingy that can happen halfway through a novel, (yes, I did plan that, because I'm one of those unspeakable plotters who is in possession of a Plan...*shudder*).
And it's also, coincidentally-sort-of, just where the NaNo has brought me to. I've been writing every day as usual. Keeping on keeping on, and nearly at 55,000 words, but I do find that I've gone into a strange, somewhat anti-social zone.

And today I binged on music - because that's often where I disappear when I...want to disappear. Because I do so need a break away, and I'm coming down from my year, which has been a bit frantic.

My air tickets are booked, (it's still a bit secret at the mo', but more anon). I've decided to take the Moon along with me, because she's about to start high school in the New Year, and I think some memories of wandering around foreign climes would be something beautiful for her to hold onto...non?

I was going to write a post about what I've derived from doing the NaNoWriMo.
But I'm exhausted today - thanks largely to the demonic Merlin, otherwise known in these parts as Uncle Munty. Because it's not as rude a name as it could be.

He's been waking me up at 4.30am, insisting upon yelling his personal manifesto to all those within (and beyond for that matter) the bounds of Crooked Cottage. And that manifesto is more violent, although less organised than any Bolshevik revolution could, er, throw up.

But this is all a bit squalid. Please, dear Outside World, tell me how you fare? It's been so lovely chatting with the kindred spirits that visit here. xxx

Oops. That kind of rhymed in a bad way.

Friday, November 21, 2014

Friday Bits and Bobs.

Hullo luvs!

Friday has rocked and rolled itself around again. I'm nearly at the 50,000 word mark with the NaNoWriMo, (yes, that old thing), and should get there in a couple of days. Not that it's entirely relevant any more, because I'm going to keep writing The Nov* after that. I'm not even halfway through the damned story. I'm trying to keep the momentum of not only the writing, but the other bits of life also.

Thusly, here's some weekend linky bits for you all.

I'd already seen In America (by Jim Sheridan) when it came out 12 years ago or so, and thought it was a cracker little film. But I watched it again the other night with my Moon girl, and it's not only stood the test of time, but the Moon adored every minute of it. It does have an M rating, and I can see why, but I'm glad I made the call to let my mature nearly-13 year old see it. Such a lovely film. The little Bolger sisters are an absolute delight to watch. Here's the trailer.   

It's not really knitting weather here, (I wish). I still can't help but drool over these knitted goodies by Tiny Owl Knits. They are scrumptious. You can buy the patterns on their website. I love The Dragon Watcher's Hood, and the Woodland Hoodlet. But there are lots of lovely things here.

Image by Tiny Owl Knits. From here
I know I've recently mentioned the new Lamb album Backspace Unwind, but I'm quite obsessed. It's great to write to, and I love this track 'As Satellites Go By'. Here's the acoustic version (not on the album). Beautiful.

The glorious Ursula Le Guin has been awarded the National Book Foundation's Medal for Distinguised Contribution to American Letters. A great writer, and she gives a wonderful speech. Worth a listen here.  

Something funny: the Bad Gaiman Challenge
My favourite is the second to last story...heheh.

I've been an admirer of BrenĂ© Brown's work on vulnerability for some time. This talk titled 'Why Your Critics Aren't the Ones Who Count', feels especially personal. What she says at around the 8m50s mark is particularly spot-on. 

What if Baba Yaga was an Agony Aunt? What if you could Ask Baba Yaga?

Oooh! Lots of lovely, shiny skulls! Good idea for my garden. Might scare the 'possums away? Image from here. 

I've just finished reading Margo Lanagan's Sea Hearts, which is a tale about selkies, and a fantastic piece of writing. I recommend. And I've just started on Margaret Atwood's new book, a collection of stories called Stone Mattress. I do love Atwood. And it's the perfect book to read in the bath, avec wine. 

Well that's it for now, m'hearties. I wish you a very happy weekend, with lots of pleasures and time spent doing something you love. xx



*I refer to it as The Nov, rather than "I'm writing a novel". It sounds more like a naughty elf than a Grand Idea, which is fine by me.