It came as a bit of a shock to me on Friday when I realised just how much I resented having to work when I’d rather be writing. I’m reasonably lucky (in one sense) in that I work for myself anyway and have the luxury of deciding what I’m going to be doing and when I’m going to do it; but after yet another day spent flitting between my writing, the social networks and client work, with a whole load of procrastinating and sighing on the side I decided that enough was enough and something needed to change.
I can now understand the truth of the statement ‘when the pupil is ready, the teacher will come‘, as this is the experience I have having over the last few weeks and the pace is quickening! It has also been the case that those ‘teachers’ have not necessarily been what I would either have expected or wanted had I asked for them; but from each one I have learnt an important lesson.
April 2012 has marked a sea change in the way I view myself and my place in the world. At the beginning of this year I vowed to make a change, I even did it publicly on my blog but failed to actually do anything about it until mid March when I wrote a post titled The Art of Reinvention or how to start again! This is where the story of lessons learned in April really starts.
Hot on the heels of yesterday’s International Day of the Book and World Book Night comes National Stationery Day. April 24th is a day of celebration of the written word and of all things stationery. It has been launched to get more people putting pen to paper, and writing more often by hand. There’s more to life than email and texting! Let’s face it, we all love to receive ‘proper post’, something with our name and address hand written on it sent to us personally and containing all sorts of things from a card to a letter from an old friend or a loved member of the family.
Legend has it that St George Patron St of England and Catalonia slew a dragon and a beautiful rose bush sprang from the dragon’s blood. Whereupon St George promptly plucked the most beautiful rose and gave it to the princess he was defending. A Rose Festival has been celebrated in Barcelona on April 23rd ever since and in 1923 it merged with the International Day of the Book which celebrated the deaths of William Shakespeare and Miguel de Cervantes.
World Book Night #worldbooknight is a celebration of books in the US, Ireland, Germany and the US that occurs on the same day as the Unesco International Day of the Book and is committed to improving literacy amongst the hardest to reach populations in the UK. Events take place all over the UK and I shall be off to one at The WatchHouse Cafe in West Bay this afternoon. You can also find out more about World Book Night in the UK here: http://www.worldbooknight.org and in the US here: http://www.us.worldbooknight.org/
We each have an individual perspective when it comes to time; apparently we can be either future oriented or we can be present oriented when it comes to time and, not surprisingly, each of these will give us a different…
I’ve been inspired to get myself organised.
A couple of weeks ago I came across a blog by Madison Woods. Now Madison writes speculative fiction with a bit of surreal edge, but she also supports other writers by sharing her bit of virtual space with them through things like guest blog posts, a weekly ‘would you buy it slot’ which looks at 25 word blurbs for authors, a regular Sunday Musings post and also a ‘Flash your story’ opportunity for other authors to try Flash Fiction.
I love self-help books, I love the fact that within their pages I am going to find a snippet of information which helps me to sort out some problem I’m having; whether it’s a problem with happiness, love, losing weight (sigh!) or even a good old ‘how to’ book then I’m happy and contented. But there comes a time in every girl’s life when a self help book is not enough, when you actually have to set aside the desire for someone else to do it for you and do some work to make it happen.
I lurve blackberry jam, for me it’s a definite preferred alternative to strawberry which often tastes too bland. And like Rosie (the heroine in my novel, Woman on the Edge of Reality) I love to pick my own blackberries. I also pick sloes and elderberries too and have recipes for sloe gin and elderberry cordial as well if you like.
Yesterday I was doing some work on the blog here at Woman on the Edge of Reality and I decided that the categories had got a little out of hand, so I decided it would be a good idea to streamline them to match my new streamlined approach to what I’m going to write about. So far so good.