A wonderful artist.
Monthly Archives: August 2012
French writer Colette. A writer who captures precious, painful and uplifting moments. I have recently read her novella ‘Ripening Seed.’
To quote from the back page of the novella: Sharp and sad, haunted on every page by the sights, smells and sounds of the sea coast, this evocation of wounded, and wounding, innocence will be read with tears of sympathy and deep, lasting pleasure.
I loved this story.
This week I have been working on my WW2 novel. It is set in England and France. I am absorbed in the era and the story. I enjoy the research nearly as much as writing the story. I’ve decided when I’m finished to have the novel professionally edited. I want to make it the best I can. I have the siren song of another story calling but other than some early research I am letting the characters, setting and story gradually enter my conciousness by the process of osmosis. This week I have been at my desk by nine most days and work for at least four hours on the re-write. At other times during the day or evening I return to my story to check any facts I have made a note of. Then if my brain is still up to it I continue with the re-write. The more you write the better you become at it and the more accomplished wordsmith. I am never lonely when I am writing. My characters are at my elbow always. If you want to be a writer – write. There is no other way. You have to make time to write everyday or else you are not serious about your craft. Make a pledge to write a certain number of words per day. No use waiting for inspiration to strike. Sit in front of your computer or take up your writing pad and pencil and write. I’ll let you know how I go with finishing my edit. I am taking a leap of faith (I know it’s a cliche) now – next Sunday I will have finished my re-write!
I have always read books. I read story books to my cousins when I was small and as I couldn’t really read when I was three or four years old I made up the stories to fit the pictures. As a child I loved comic books and read all I could buy or borrow. My mother always told me ‘if you read you are never lonely’. Mum was a reader. She loved history and the English language. She would disappear to her bedroom each afternoon to read. I always seemed to have a heaps of books to choose from in our home and I was allowed to read any book I wanted to. A treasured cache of books was found at my paternal grandmother’s house in an old trunk. Children’s books from the early years of the twentieth century; a lot from the twenties and thirties. Girls and Boys Own Annuals – the covers of which today are often seen on birthday cards. I read ‘Shirley Flight-Air Hostess.’ I saved my pocket money (given each week-no chores needed to be done to receive it!) and bought the series (all brand new books-what a treat!).A great source of reading when I was around twelve years old was the school library. A favourite book being ‘King Solomon’s Mines’. Once I discovered this book I read the other Rider Haggard books. I read all the books by the Brontes and lots of the classics. I read ‘The Woman in White’ by Wilkie Collins in one day. Heavens knows why my parents didn’t object when I read through breakfast, lunch, and dinner at the dining table, book propped up in front of me. As I ran away from home now and again when I was younger they probably thought at least they knew where I was now! Secondhand bookshops in Sydney and Kings Cross were visited regularly and I found many a still treasured book hidden on high up dusty shelves.
Next week I will write more about my love affair with books and my writer’s journey.
I found this image on the internet. It is a compelling photographic image of an unknown woman taken in mid-nineteenth century America. I am interested in her beaded cuffs not having seen any such decorations on garments of the past. Does anyone have an idea of where and who the woman might have been? I used this image as a character in a novel I wrote. I called her Miriam.