Who am I now? September 28, 2006
Posted by Jen in : Bits and Pieces, Journal, Writing Bits , 4 commentsIt occurred to me this morning at 6.45 that I was, at that very moment, a ‘proper’ writer. Sitting in bed in bf’s huge pyjamas, scribbling away in my notebook and drinking tea, I had completely forgotten about getting up, making brekkie and taking the children to school. Abandoning the writer ‘me’ I leapt into action as the mother ‘me’. Breakfast done, it was back into writer ‘me’ as I scribbled more notes while sitting in the traffic.
Late as always, I lurched across the car park to the office, buttoning up my suit as I ran. Time for office life where I mysteriously became a manic, tangle-haired, caffeine-fuelled Medusa, ready to curse anyone brave enough to ask why I hadn’t done this, that and the other.
I often feel like Mr Benn who could become a different person by putting on the required outfit. If I stop spinning between the various permutations of ‘me’ long enough, perhaps I’ll figure out which ‘me’ is the real one?
Check out this link - not only does it have loads of theme tunes to many of our beloved childhood programmes, it also includes instructions on how to make your very own Clanger which is about as good as life can get. Now where did I put my knitting needles???
‘The Science Fiction and Telefantasy Databanks’
Batemans, Burwash September 24, 2006
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Easily amused
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Back to Basics September 23, 2006
Posted by Jen in : Journal, Writing Bits , 3 commentsI have realised that this blog has become inadvertently poncey… and my incessant twiddling of fingers as I count syllables for the obsessive formation of haikus is quite frankly beginning to worry even me.
‘Write a daily haiku’ proclaimed the dreaded A215 coursebook. ‘Keep a journal. Write first thing in the morning while your subconscious is still doing whatever it does when you’re not paying attention’ (or words to that effect). It has a lot to answer for.
At 5.30 this morning, I awoke with something amazingly creative fizzling in my mind. ‘Write it down, write it down, it’s too good to forget,’ insisted my brain, unfettered by caffeine - though admittedly possibly still a little booze-addled.
I’m not quite sure what long suffering bf was mumbling as I snapped on the bedside light, ranting ‘where’s my bloody pen?’. It sounded suspiciously like ‘oh, for f**k’s sake’. So… after this preamble, I should probably share what was scribbled into my notebook and which, yes, I confess, I would have forgotten:
“She was dark-skinned but with freckles - half black and half white like a Starsky and Hutch concentrate”
Oh dear.
Another day September 20, 2006
Posted by Jen in : Journal, Writing Bits , add a commentEarly shards of light
pierce my dreams.
Last night’s wine
weighs down my spirits
as I drown in guilt.
Today I will be good…
Armageddon September 14, 2006
Posted by Jen in : Haiku, Journal, Writing Bits , add a commentDark by half seven
violent storms engulfing us
splitting weeping skies
Madness/Hope September 12, 2006
Posted by Jen in : A215 stuff, Haiku, Journal, Writing Bits , 1 comment so farUp early to write
eyes heavier than the dark
Story by sunrise?
Blackberry Picking September 5, 2006
Posted by Spiralskies in : Haiku, Journal, Writing Bits , add a commentLike nuggets of jet,
glistening jewels in the hedgerow
beg to be eaten
