Archive of December 2011

December 01

grab these sometime, somewhere, somehow

It was so shiny Pavol almost thought is was a shimmering illusion, heaven sent and ephemeral; until he smelt the rubber and faint tang of machine shop oils, then he knew it was real and a thrill went through him that he could not have anticipated, des[ite waiting for this moment the past two long years. That was when he had first set his eye on the prima pinarello he now beheld. From her elegantly outspread and beautifully taped handlebars down to her extremely high pressure tyres on the elegant 24 spoke deep rim wheels, this was a bike he could move on, this would feel like the dance of the road was at a tempo he had never experienced and with a finesse far closer to the track than to the roads as he had known them. Like a dancer with a new partner he would be able to experience every curve, every flat, and most especially every rise anew with a fresh vigour. <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> ... the cumulo niumbus was piled above the cherry tree like a heap of frosted Chantilly cream to offset the tartness of the cherry... he was momentarily blinded by the glint of the brilliant sun, it was such a shining moment, then there was the warmth of her hand on his, the firmness of attitude he knew so well, and as the brightness diminished he knew she was closer, then he could smell her and it was all he could do not to pass out - how many years had it been? But for every year the memory had not diminished, and now that the longing was over this moment brought all those relinquishings of the hopes together and smashed them about their feet in a climax of feeling like a Greek Wedding. But, it was silent, there were no guests, all of this drama was being played out in his minds eye and he could not know where she was feeling or how to communicate all of that, and so he leant forward, thinking to bow his head, only to meet hers upturned and as if she had intuited this she tenderly clasped the back of his head, not in a way that had been contrived, but not in a way that was surprised nor surprising. As she kissed him she sighed gently, and he smelt cherries. Dialog someone has been able to read some echoes from the past - the glint of ring the fragment of memory do not get all Proustian if you can help it, and no Mils and Book, but it should be possible to make this fit into things - and you can now write from experience ;)
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December 26

and so...

it began... On a surprisingly warm night in November!
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December 28

It'll be alright on the night!

Warning, novella spoiler alert, planning plot for November first kick off... nah only kidding, these were all the ones that got away, think of them as "out takes" Start with the title , maybe a plan, what about Here it comes! as per title of the thread post? That could imply a sense of journey or arrival or birth or orgasm... Exciting but boyish is the impression I get and I do not plan on aiming for blokey man lit like High Fidelity or anything - don;t get me wrong not saying Nick Hornby ain't OK just not my cup of tea to take on that persona in a Writing way - been there done that 2008. What about "The Tandemist"? Dodgy word choice Quakerism theme and what about "Discerning Derek"> Smocks of Patrick Gayle though... Maybe I wish I had read less to write more? Wish I hadn't not so... the Dulwich Archives"? a parody eon the play of the Dalkey ones? that has potential... Like to work a charity of co-op in could use some of the "characters I bump into at Comm-Tech as Little pastiches then... keep thinking but going to save this as a start
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December 29

Alright on the night part deux

I think we may have a contender for therapeutic whirring of the darker side of life - the situation and viewpoint is A La Spencer and the outfit is a the head shrinking cryo suspension history of.... COMM-BLECH! a charity founded on the principle that a couple of weird geeky nurdlings want toi freeze their skulls and live forever like the lord of the Daleks! How can it fail! And it will be the plot lone that keep on giving as I email Lisa in confidence so can the angel in the plotline hear of the dastardly plan - yet the bumbling moneyman Chancer (name?) mucks it all up - except I keep wanting to call him Rhsy... can Rhyse Chancer be a name? Scroogle that man! OH YES I think we have a contender.... yet there is not much scope for Gunther to get into it, nor Rory and never mind Derek.... sop I ought to think about the tandemist too....# # oh choices choices and decisions decisions! I am just so glad it is not the first yet and that I have the site in place for the writing to commence - Shall I "cheat like last time and add all these workings to the rear of the volume as an Appendix? The answer is no, only because it is the late October days now - which means I am at least a whole 14 days ahead of my previous Nano schedule - with a little time to sign up to the site and join in the launching hysteria (this weekend sees many launch parties around London, Ana has told me, but I cannot get to any as I am privileged to have my lovely daughter with me.... and the scroogling is in - nopers it must be Rhys and no E and not Reece unless he is English.....
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December 30

patricide = biggest spoiler ever

could be an option but the so could fratricide and I do not really want to write about death, so that needs more methought as to how to turn the subject not to comedy but to something more, how to say, personal and acceptable as something to draw on? What about the tale of the poor sham of a marriage I had what about Turning blind? What about that vision we painted last night of a party with blindfolds and guests eating food suspended from the ceiling - that surely deserves a mention is whatever I write but will be hard to fit in without a blind person or a weird cult or something **** so, the eyes have it possible title they are a pair of tandemists in their youth, he pilots, she stokes, the story progresses with plenty of character development and scene setting, they need to be sporty he needs to have the tendency towards counselling they both need to be fucked up fairly regularly then THE EVENT, as they ride a night ride a branch from out of no where blinds the captain! massive relationship fail years later she both have changed , we need a period in the wilderness and some humour to lift the darkness of his sight loss, should not be hard the schmaltzy part needs to be made not so as they get to riding again, only now he is a parlympic hopeful aje is what? therapist, no maybe use the imagery of the branch with Ana's permission and credit the even schmaltzier part - when they realise who each other is, we do NOT HAVE TO have it or do we? OMG as I thin this through further I think hpow difficult it might be to keep the sweetness low enough to make this palatable., but then again it is juts a throw away novella and look at Fred Blogs after all for chrissakes.... BTW m,ake a post ofering and/or linking Fred Blogs just in case I have some sick fan base...
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The one that got away

we have the plot - it is the life and times of Blurby! SPOILERS as they say in the blogosphere are below but you will find them very minor - not even the title is known yet! It is going to really hurt to write the middle section from personal experience is it going to be a tragic work and I am going to have to find my female voice to make her the first person... It is either that or "BE HER FATHER" which is no challenge but totally sick! OH the ways to play with this idea are endless! the only problem? The pain - oh the pain when she turns nasty and play the victim and spouse to her cunning and damaged father..... the title (working) "Canadian Cheddar" this is a little tougher "Canuck and daughter" "Eleanor and Bramwell go East" A Liverpool leaving To Canada with love Escaping father On the run from life The lover of horses I need to keep on at that, but not sweat it and write it to shape as tragicomedy comedic farce and drama with dysfunctional an narcissistic woman at centre suffering massive hits of damage from the men around her as she achieves therapy the hard way.....
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Historical notes in course to plotline, let nano begin!

or possibly this is a step too far, it will most surely enable me to avoid any criticism of the "plagiarizing form real life" in literature sort of scenario I could be writing about Bramwell and make that the first person - THEN transplant my life for his and find a "trick" or plot device of sorts unknown to place him in the right place and write about myself as the person I am now at the point I start to "plagiarize real life"? More to the point I do want to be sensitive to my partners request - was it in writing? Copy and pasted it here for future ref.... p. "p.s for me.... very difficult to comment really....i know what i would find more interesting by far than anything you have played around with so far.... and that is the story of you.... your childhood and growing up and your experience of your life with bipolar and your relationships and becoming a parent and so on. that story for me is so much more rich and real than anything you have mentioned so far. but you may not feel ready yet .... i don't know but i hope you will do soon. that for me would be really worth reading."0 Aero really shone like a halo landed when I said I could write about a blind woman and suchlike - but I am not sure I have the courage.... Maybe a spiderman novella? oh dear this could be so tricksome - nonesoblind where are your blog entries when I need them?
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December 31

grab bag

in a real imaginary world everything's made betteri n a real sarcastic world everything's made better in a real sarcastic world everything (verbs) better dedications:- For daughter, with devotion For Aero, a flight of fancy To Annie and Aero, the only woman for me! To stokers everywhere, they'll never know how hard their captions pull To captains everywhere who never hear the stokers peayer For Derek, who took us there acknowledgements ,may also scatter the above freely
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