Thursday, 23 April 2009

Two Ladies.

Residents Lounge. Morning.



A: Can you see this chair?

B: Looks around and nods.

A: This is Sophie's chair. She sits here.

B: She does. (nodding in agreement.)

A: She didn't sit here yesterday though.

B: No. (listening intently.)

A: She sat over there on that other chair.

B: She didn't!

A: Her chair's over here not over there.

B: She wants telling.

A: Aye, that's what I said. (nodding vigorously.) You shouldn't sit in other people's chairs.

B: No, you shouldn't. (pause) Who's chair is that?

A: Where?

B: Next to you.

A: I've just told you! It's Sophie's chair.

B: Oh. (pause) Haven't seen her for a while, wonder how she is.

A: Who?


Saturday, 18 April 2009

Manuscript.

The collection of posts I withdrew under this label have not been forgotten. I have been toying with an idea concerning most of the characters which will see the light of day again in one form or another.

It takes a long time to put the pieces of the puzzle together but I believe that finally the picture is beginning to take shape. I found myself with a mountain of words on paper in no particular order which I left to fester for a while only to find there was life in the debris after all.

Fancy that.

Friday, 17 April 2009

Phrase For Today.

A person with a new idea is a crank until the idea succeeds.
(Mark Twain: American Author. 1835 - 1910)

Saturday, 11 April 2009

I Dreamed a Dream / Les Miserables.

Some of you might recognise these lyrics from the production of Les Miserables. It's a beautiful song and the words are just as haunting without the music. This is the scene where Fantine is left alone, unemployed and destitute.
There was a time when men were kind
When their voices were soft
And their words inviting
There was a time when love was blind
And the world was a song
And the song was exciting
There was a time
Then it all went wrong


I dreamed a dream in time gone by
When hope was high
And life worth living
I dreamed that love would never die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving
Then I was young and unafraid
And dreams were made and used and wasted
There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung, no wine untasted

But the tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder
As they tear your hope apart
And they turn your dream to shame


He slept a summer by my side
He filled my days with endless wonder
He took my childhood in his stride
But he was gone when autumn came


And still I dream he'll come to me
That we will live the years together
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms we cannot weather


I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I'm living
So different now from what it seemed
Now life has killed the dream I dreamed.

Monday, 6 April 2009

Not drowning, waving.

I am aware that using my Phrase For Today slot has been useful for filling the 'post' gap when time and ideas are limited. In my defence, I have been snowed under of late with reading and research for a project which is still in it's infancy and requires much of my attention and is actually quite a lot a fun too. I know that one or two of you are also dedicating time to various personal creative pursuits and although we are not in as much contact as we might have been, we are, I feel, all pushing along the same road in the knowledge that somewhere out there kindred spirits shadow the path we tread.

It's a comforting notion.

So, whether you're hammering out the next 5 thousand words, (Brad,) rewriting, (John) or experiencing a natural creative retreat between books, (Don,) then I salute you all and other's besides,(Matt, Sarah, Keith, Annie, Tony.) My writing life has been enriched by your presence here and beyond the confines of blogesphere into genuine, rewarding friendships with most, if not all of you, which I hope will last for years to come.

I'll leave you with this little snippet I found in my writing magazine this morning which made me laugh being the world's worst procrastinator. It's attributed to Mark Twain and reads:

A good writer is one who has the ability to apply the seat of his pants to the seat of a chair.
Now I must go and tidy up the laundry cupboard!