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One of three magpie larks who drop by for some seed, dink and cool off.

Five sparrows also making it a pit stop.

Testing this post to see why graphics are not showing up in shared postings.

Have a great day.

Spellbound: Surfacing late in this Season.

Buried in books over this last week.

Thanks to recommendations by two persons, one on internet other in real life, I had my library hold and get for me, three books by

Barbara Kingsolver.

I will never be the same. TV turned off. Did I get dressed? I can’t recall. Did I stay awake for the New Year? No. Fell asleep as I could not continue to stay awake after reading. Did I start reading again as soon as I woke? YES.  Am I going to place a hold on other books? YES. So far I have kept my eyes glued to Pigs in Heaven, Flight Behaviour and The Poisonwood Bible.  

I am in total awe of the breadth, depth, research, compassion and ability to enthral her readers.  I guess, like most writers, when reading a brilliant work, there is part of the mind lost in the story and another part appreciative of the background knowledge, research, work and sheer slog going into the creation. I started to doubt my ability to ever write anything which could come within coo-ee distance of such masterful writing. Not only started to doubt, but fully doubting; aware of my lack of knowledge, education, diligence and determination.  But, as with any depression, there is a bottom to it and an upside out.  My upside, comfort and reassurance I found within that part of my life’s education and experience during the almost two years of putting one foot in front of the other described within Life Before Lithium . That period is the storehouse of experiences I could/should? translate into fiction. (currently free copy available from Smashwords during season sale).

Will I? Won’t I? Fact is, am feeling a bit in the doldrums; no creative energy unfurling my sails. Partly because I am waiting for a result due to be announced on February 9, 2018. That means, this way or that way about which I can do nothing until then. I have been trying to work on another novel – Breaking Hearts – not a romance, but a story about heart transplants. For this I have had to consciously create characters instead of letting them emerge as in Mixed Fortunes.  Trouble with that is I am drawing on facets of lives of people I know with a degree of detail which could enable identification – not on appearance, but on activity.

On the other hand, I could be out on the patio re-potting some plants, but then I really ought to go to Bunnings and bring home another bag of potting mix, but…. if I do that I know that not only will I get the mix, I will also get a few more saucers onto which stand pots and likely give into temptation to bring home more plants. This is while I am trying to restrain my expenditure to scrape together a couple of days in Canberra to experience the Seven Sisters display at the National Museum and, if going that far, check out the National Library and National Art Gallery.

Sitting here, talking to myself, knowing one person (Helen – Hi) will be listening while 120 have not heard from me via the Facebook page but not having had any feedback (other than H) will this post be READ? Feedback is like oxygen to an author!

Gives me a moment to wonder about freebies versus price one pays. Have been reading of the experiences of folk subscribed to Patreon and am wondering what I could offer to people in exchange for a regular, committed donation of even $1 a month (or more). Such a plan would certainly motivate me to post more frequently if that is what patrons wanted – or on whatever line of opinion, etc patrons would find interesting. Food for thought. Which reminds me, I have not had breakfast and it is now lunchtime and the library has been open for more than two hours. Will need to get dressed to go to the library and, being dressed may as well troddle onto Bunnings anyway. With Patrons I could buy more plants and get to Canberra, keeping my squirrelled away for book cover design if needed after the 9th of Feb.

What adventures?

What mistakes?

How many friends well or poorly chosen?

What is your story?

How interested are you in mine?

 

 

 

Reminder of Long Lost

Bought on the spur of the moment and now trying to recall what item/gift featured this flower. Long, long time ago but I recall I loved it. If only I could remember what IT was. A sachet case for handkerchiefs? A print or embroidered?

On one level I am enjoying this in this moment, and on another welcoming echoes of the past.

The reason I went shopping, thereby exposing myself to temptation, was to purchase a proper bird bath for visiting magpie larks. Replaced the collapsible dish shown below. All good. Just very lazy.

Birthing a Blurb

This has been the process in my attempt to craft a blurb for MIXED FORTUNES. Think I have it nutted out now, following help and suggestions from within FB groups, FB itself and responses to replies to email question.
The major stumbling block, it seems, is not being able to identify my market. Some love but not romance, some sex, but not erotica, some mystery, bits of violence but not much. In other words,
slices of Life.


Have adopted a strategy of taking a very close look at the blurb and cover, including fonts and colour, of books I take out of the library and which I enjoy reading. Eclectic mix. Then thinking back to the fictional but based on fact story most enjoyed. Came across the book by sheer luck as that paperback was the only book available to me when cooking on an outback sheep station. Don’t remember the name or that of the author, but can recall the story and the effect it had on me.
So, can I identify my target market as being folk who will be in the right place at the right time to find a copy of my book to hand? Too much in the lap of the gods?

We take what we can get and am grateful.

Activating the Passive Voice

The more I attend to this, the more cheerful I find myself. Leads me to wonder if, when most if not all, instances of passive voice is changed to reflect the active voice whether I will internalise the feeling as a permanent feature? I find it difficult these days to type the word ‘just’ when that used to be just about the most frequent and unnecessary word used.

 

When amended over 1,000 passives to actives and uncovered about sixty hidden verbs will I self-edit out the passive voice in future?

Watch out World!

A more positive Isabel is possibly about to poke her head over the horizon.
One tenth of the total manuscript attended today.
There may be those of you who think “What the heck is all the excitement about?” I was about ten years old when given the last grammar lessons in school before leaving school at barely fourteen. When Stylewriter kept pulling me up with ‘prefer active verb’ my reaction was “What the!” I have read how to recognise the rule – chased by a zombie – but it was only when making an individual note on paper the notion finally took hold. It was a fat notepad anyway and I wondered if ever I would fill its pages.


Feeling chipper and cheerful.

Tightening Tenses

While finding all the missing ‘t’s I came across some tenses of which I need to be sure I have down pat. While current action is in present tense, anything thought of reflected most likely to be past or future or varieties thereof. Have already corrected a few ‘was’ to ‘is’ when scouring for the ‘t’, so that will be the next global search throughout the whole document.

Write right the first time.

“Hopefully before the first draft is finished, but otherwise in the editing process when you have a mostly-complete work and just need to fill in the holes.”

https://www.washingtonpost.com/posteverything/wp/2017/02/16/so-you-want-to-write-a-nonfiction-book/?utm_term=.81501a271338#comments

http://www.helpingwritersbecomeauthors.com/how-i-self-edit-my-novels-15-steps-from/

Computer Quirks and Conundrums

We all have those days.

Lately mine have been at two extremes.

First things not working = not much gets done.

Second, working so well, I find stuff I had forgotten and get lost in reading or viewing something which caught my attention way back when = not much gets done.

What particularly did not get done was immaculate cleaning of all surfaces prior to inspection yesterday. Must budget for some help = cleaner and window cleaner before next time OR change a habit of a lifetime and look more closely.

Home, Sweet Home

http://www.james-joyce-music.com/song03_lyrics.html

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dbRYEvZVoag

Once, way back in the 70’s I had a clear dream of living in marbled halls – years before I heard any version or read the lyrics.

Just walking into the foyer – then into the mirrored lifts with marble floors – I just KNEW I had come home. The building it titled “Vision on Morphett” and the pub around the corner is called “The Publishers”.