Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Meat - a 50 word photo-story



Colin Durrell likes to eat squirrel, reindeer, hedgehog, porcupine and bear. He says that his father often wrestles with wild animals, skins them alive and then barbecues them.

We all know he’s lying but I can’t help asking, which one tastes the best?

Bear, Colin says. It tastes like trifle.

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

The Yellow Room

Argh, how could I have forgotten to tell you about The Yellow Room Magazine? It's the brainchild of Jo Derrick (some of you may remember her as Jo Good from QWF).

I can't tell you what a formative influence QWF was on my own writing. When I first read through the stories in that little handbag shaped magazine, I felt a jolt of excitement - these were the type of stories I wanted to read and to write. Then I submitted. Was rejected. Submitted. Rejected but with such a helpful, personal letter from Jo, I kept on going. Submitted. ACCEPTED!

Here's a confession - I slept with that acceptance letter - my first ever - under my pillow that night. Pretty spooky for Jo to hear, I'm sure, but there is almost no experience that comes close to that public recognition that you can write, and that your writing has been read by someone who appreciated it. A published writer - no one can take that away!

And then I kept on submitting and felt part of my first literary family. I still look out for the names of the women who were also writing and being published by QWF. Mostly Jo's taste in stories seemed to be mine too. I'm sure it helped shape my writing aesthetic. She says, "I want something which pushes the boundaries of women’s fiction. Something which goes a few steps further than the fiction found in women’s magazines." She certainly succeeded.

Anyway, as anyone involved in any kind of literary endeavour knows, editing and publishing a magazine is HARD WORK so it wasn't surprising that Jo needed a break from QWF and it went to a new editorship.

But now, she's back ... with The Yellow Room Magazine. And in typical Jo fashion is managing to create another supportive, challenging and exciting community. As the website says, it is "A place where women writers can gather together for support, encouragement and friendship."

I have to say it's the kind of initiative that makes me very happy.

When I am Prime Minister - a 50 word story



It will be law for men to wear hats. Panamas, trilbys, boaters, and even berets for a certain type. They will go to evening classes to see how beautiful they look, and how sexy it is when they tip their hats at women, just slightly, lightly, with an easy touch.

Sunday, July 12, 2009

Translation - a 50 word photo-story



He came to the village late at night. He would have gone on walking if his heart hadn’t finally broken. They fed him soup and herbs until he started to feel again. He repaid their compassion with notices. Kind, loving signs that he hoped might comfort others lost like him.

Saturday, July 11, 2009

Forever - a 50 word photo-story



We were married sixty years. I thought we’d be together forever. Now, every night I try to imagine the weight of his hand on my shoulder. It was that I loved the most. The safety of someone I loved guiding me through my sleeping maze. I’ve lost my compass now.

Friday, July 10, 2009

Look out - a 50 word photo-story



Her husband dreamt Isobel would die if she left the village, but felt guilty about her captivity. Months later he led her up stairs he’d had specially built. She stood for hours every day staring out. Now it’s called Isobel’s Tower. Women touch it secretly, pray for their own freedom.

Wednesday, July 08, 2009

Wonder - a 50 word photo-story



Her mother shouts to come inside, and she can hear the music playing now, the laughter as people start dancing. It’s just that when she looks up, she thinks she might burst with wonder. Has anyone has ever seen this before? And if so, how do they bear the beauty.

Monday, July 06, 2009

Eating and reading...



...would be much easier if your house was made from books.


This pic is from the Mdolla site.

Sunday, July 05, 2009

Boat sailing

Another site I'm loving at the moment is this really creative one.



You're invited to download the template of a paper boat and then personalise them yourself and send it back to the site.



And it's for a good cause. Here's the blurb from the site:

On the 30th January 2009, Joanne B Kaar and Lynn Taylor launched their paper boat project - a fundraiser for Mary-Ann's cottage,a living history museum in Caithness Scotland run by volunteers from The Caithness Heritage Trust (a registered Charity no: SCO 19998). As paper boats are sent to Joanne from around the globe, she will document them on this blog. The launch date and theme were inspired by the maiden voyage of the Westland Ship - 30th January 1879 (130 years ago) from Scotland to New Zealand. Mary-Ann's father, William Young was a member of the crew.




You've got until 10th August to send your boat in - if you make one, would you do me a favour and send me a pic of it. I'd love to put it up on this blog too!

Picnics in Graveyards



Carrying on the cheery theme from the last story I posted here, I've been spookily pleased recently to see how many other people also enjoy picnics in graveyards. The only thing I wonder about is why I never meet them. But hey, I'm not complaining - nothing suits me better than an empty graveyard - empty that is, apart from the dead and all their stories.

Anyway, there's a good post up at a new blog find for me about exactly this, Been the Traveller, which has some of the weird kind of links I particularly enjoy.

What would you have on your gravestone? Nicholas asks.

Well hello, that's easy for me. I already have had mine designed for me by the amazing Neil Gaiman



"Never stopped believing"... that'll do me nicely.

Friday, July 03, 2009

Belief - a 50 word photo-story



Visitors expect it to be a gravestone so he loves to watch their expressions when they read what’s written there. THIS IS MADE FROM WATER. Most put their hands out to feel the stone. They still don’t know which to trust – what they are told or what they see.

Thursday, July 02, 2009

The Undrowned Child

It's a special birthday today...

.... cue drumroll....

... as this book is launched....



by my friend, the amazingly talented and funny Michelle Lovric

I'm lucky enough to have read it already, so thoroughly recommend it. Wait... it's for children? Hell no. It's definitely too good just to be for them. If you want to find out more, just take a look at the website - lots of writing tips, information, photographs of beautiful cats and, oh yes, burping.

I've laughed out loud at things on the site THREE times already this morning - can't ask more than that from a Thursday.

Oh, and children will definitely enjoy it too. Pesky things. Stealing all our good books.

Foresight - a 50 word photo-story



“They show the future,” he says.

They’re on honeymoon, already talking about the children they’ll bring back here. “Five girls like you,” he says. It’s his idea to see the fortune-teller.

“Put them on,” he says. “What’s the worst that can happen?”

But that’s it. She doesn’t want to know.