Numbers like this in dates always give me a little frisson, much as I get for a really clever rhyme.  I was watching the UK poet Pam Ayres on a tv wordgame show last week (Countdown), and she read a poem between rounds (which is why the guests are invited, to do a little something entertaining in the interval).  They were all lovely, warming, sometimes an uncomfortable look at life, but amusing all the same, and I particularly enjoyed one about the little baby who had turned into a strapping 6ft 3 rugby player, and she couldn’t believe it.  But the rhyme that did it for me was death’ll with Ethel.  So excruciatingly delightful!

It’s a funny thing about words.  I love corny rhymes, alliteration and unusual descriptions.  One I read recently was about the autumn sliding over the hill into winter.  I should have highlighted it to find for you.  It’s from the book I’m reviewing next Saturday (although I’ve probably misquoted it).  For the past couple of years I’ve had the opportunity to read unpublished works I was putting together for an anthology, and admire the word usage of my contributors.  It’s something about style, but whenever I want to expand and do a piece of description in my books I find myself pulling back and asking how relevant it is to the plot.  It may slow it down, sure, but it may also be important to the scene, or even play as large a part as another character. The thing is to do it because it’s right for my story, to learn from others, but not copy their styles.

Talking about working with others is the nub of my Guest Post on The Story Reading Ape yesterday.  You can nip over to read it now, or later this month from the little button top right if you prefer. I will be changing the links as soon as each one goes up (which is the second Sunday of the month).  The Ape has some excellent guest posts going on this autumn, so do browse around them while you’re there.

Other things going on at present:

And I succumbed to putting the heating back on last Thursday.  I held out as long as possible, after all it’s often sunny outside, and up to 15 degrees (59 F). But the nights are getting colder…


Yesterday’s #Inktober was the illustration for Willoughby’s narrathon tale The Princess and the Pea.  This story made it more or less intact into the book.  I had fun with his tale of Diamond Souls (illustration last Wednesday in the IWSG post) as he messed that one up when he told it.  Tales within tales…

princess-and-pea

You can scroll through the thumbnails of these drawings in the Pinterest button near the giveaway top right.  Or click through to the Pinterest board for a better look.

 

Like this post? Please rate it...

0 1 2 3 4 5

Tenth day, tenth month
Tagged on:                             

6 thoughts on “Tenth day, tenth month

  • 10 October, 2016 at 6:50 am
    Permalink

    Hi Jemima, I thought you might be interested to read this poem by Pam Ayres, which was read at the Humanist service of a neighbour. It was just right, as he had a woodland burial.
    Julie. xx

    Woodland Burial by Pam Ayres
    Don’t lay me in some gloomy churchyard shaded by a wall
    Where the dust of ancient bones has spread a dryness over all,
    Lay me in some leafy loam where, sheltered from the cold
    Little seeds investigate and tender leaves unfold.
    There kindly and affectionately, plant a native tree
    To grow resplendent before God and hold some part of me.
    The roots will not disturb me as they wend their peaceful way
    To build the fine and bountiful, from closure and decay.
    To seek their small requirements so that when their work is done
    I’ll be tall and standing strongly in the beauty of the sun.

  • 10 October, 2016 at 9:07 pm
    Permalink

    I can just hear Pam Ayres saying death’ll and Ethel! Brilliant. Good news about the cataract op.

  • 10 October, 2016 at 10:33 pm
    Permalink

    Glad the cataract operation went well, though I can’t say I noticed a whole lot of slowing down on your part!

    I wondered if you might think about hosting Flashback Friday. I thought about it, but my history doesn’t suggest a real promising outcome. I’m gone too much 🙂

  • 15 October, 2016 at 1:56 pm
    Permalink

    What a talented lady you are! I’s sure the furries are happy you are better and can see them and their little foibles more clearly!

    • 15 October, 2016 at 3:34 pm
      Permalink

      Especially when I trim their toenails now I can see what I’m doing again!

Comments are closed.

Follow

Get every new post delivered to your Inbox

Join other followers:

%d bloggers like this: