Archive for December, 2009

Advice to Young Writers…

Friday, December 11th, 2009

Advice to Young Writers…

2010 22 Jul_2509


Firstly, protect your space like a lioness looking out for her cubs.

Don’t answer the phone, don’t open the door. Be prepared to be isolated!

Stop calling people up just to ease your conscience – those who love you will understand your silence, those who don’t, are unimportant.

Go out every so often but let everyone else talk.

Never mention names.

Learn to ask questions instead of initiating monologues. Save your dramatic energy for your cameo characters.

Buy yourself a beautiful pen.

…And a beautiful glass for water – drink enough water. It will help you discharge the waste, i.e. the unsuitable, the messy characters who don’t work. Don’t forget to drink!

Find a fabulous hairdresser (mine’s called Goldenhands, a wonderful bald young man) and wear your favourite shoes. If you’ve been at the computer so long that your life is falling apart, you can still look down and feel happy and when you look in the mirror, well, at least your hair’s o.k.

Write a rations list. For survivors. What would you buy if it snowed daily until Christmas and you couldn’t leave the house for another month or so?

Eat well!

Write a haiku a day. Allot a certain time for this task and stick to it religiously. A haiku has seventeen syllables. This makes it short enough to tackle, if you only have a half an hour but long enough to get you lured into writing… Turning up for the job is half the battle.

So when you’ve finished your haiku, write a novel…

Get enough sleep.

Take every event; birth; death; a new dog; a friend’s divorce etc. and compost it. Well, be the compost heap… First watch it from behind your writer’s lens, then use it if it suits.

Let go of unimportant activities, people, jobs etc. Don’t clutter up your saving space, your inner life with unnecessary stuff’.

Forget buying seasonal decorations unless they inspire you. Save your money for your platform. You may be invisible now, but if you turn up for the job every day, give it what it’s worth, you will enjoy your ‘coming out’ and being the drooling envy of those coffee-drinking ‘in’ friends, who never really took you ‘in’.

Get used to being invisible.

Keep in contact with your inspiration.

Keep a fine line of communication with those who touch you somewhere deep down. They matter! They are not to be used! Be loyal to these chosen few. They are your friends. They lift you up as you lift them up. They might even be there to share your glory (though never count on this too much… success is a fair test of character).

Buy a selection of beautiful paper and draw a scribble as often as possible. Keep your hands busy – both of them…

Let it snow.

(Written on 1st December 2009 while it was snowing heavily….)

Winter in the Alps…

Friday, December 11th, 2009

‘ Winter is not a season, it’s an occupation,’  Sinclair Lewis

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The snow arrived this morning. The nights are bright again and the air clean and pale blue. As we live on a mountain, (these are neighbouring houses and the photo of the sledge was also taken on my daily walk) we tend to live with the seasons. Well, we try to.

That means slowing down in winter and staying here in summer to tend the garden and of course, to enjoy all the produce when it’s ripe. Don’t you sometimes wonder about those environmentally ‘conscious’ people, pointing fingers and telling everyone to reduce their carbon footprint and then they go on to tell you where they’ve ‘been’ recently?  There is great value in simply staying in the one place long enough to learn the laws of nature and to allow yourself to get bored sufficiently in order to become creative…

Winter is special here. At the beginning it was hard to get used to not being able to plan in advance because yes, you might get down the hill before the snow starts but will you get back before the road becomes impassable?  Now I spend the summer preparing preserves, herb oils, quince jelly, pestos, green tomato chutney etc. for winter feasts… and in the summer I try to make the most of the fresh vegetables and herbs which Remo grows, when they are ripe. We all have our birthdays in the snowy season ( November and March belong to that too) and we invite friends to our house when we can. We love to cook, as you will see … More recipes to come!

sledge The snow forces one to take it easy, to stay put. The basics, i.e. making sure one has enough root vegetables in storage, barley for soups, eggs, flour and yeast for breads, cakes and quiches and of course chocolate too, become priorities. Then just let it snow… Write your Christmas cards, read that book you put aside for when you’d have the time. Take the time! Take this day! That’s the message for me anyway and I succumb to it better each year, seeing the value in the silence of these quiet days. Summer is busy enough with visitors from all over the world.  So…

Let it snow…

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Haikus

Friday, December 4th, 2009

(Posted 5th May 2010 – written 4th December 2009)

(Based on Nureyev and Margot Fonteyn)

ballet shoes 

immediacy

in life, in art and in love

purpose in passion

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ballet shoes 4

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pearl earrings and satin

leather gloves and love letters

crisp air-mail paper

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dressing up for you

white lillies and fairy wings

when did we grow up

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ballet circle

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red camellias

cigars, cuff-links and coffee

Thai silk and leather

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soft shoes

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post-cards of hotels

open windows – muslin light

soft mellow morning

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ballet shoes 3

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the heart, a muscle

a slave to beauty and silk

my life in your hands

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a silk tapestry

recalls an ancient battle

on some modern wall

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tweed and cardigans

cashmere pullovers and fur

peach leather on skin

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ballet shoes 2

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Remnants of the sea (September 2009)

Thursday, December 3rd, 2009

 

shells

(Indoor Haikus)

shells in a glass jar

picture of girls on a beach

remember the sea.

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a large conger shell

salt on your lips, wind-blown hair

memories that last.

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nature leaves its trace

even in this indoor space

leaves and shells and seeds.

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