I have not written on here for a while now as I have had a few other projects and sites to write for. I just thought I would pop in and poke my nose around the door to see what it happening.
I created a website for my journal and am busy building another site focused purely at all things to do with writing. The latter is not available to the public yet, but I will give the URL as soon as it is.
I have written blog articles for the Simply Green website, some reviews for the Cape Town City Sightseeing open top bus tour company, belong to two conservation support groups, Friends of the Tygerberg Hills and Friends of the Blaauwberg Conservation Area, and am on the committee of the latter. I belong to a writers circle and created and maintain their website. So, you can see that I am busy with various projects.
I also do various courses and belong to a bookclub, spend a lot of time surfing the net - I am often asked for information or to do research.
I was sitting beavering away at my laptop a few weekends ago when a strange thought just popped into my head. What would happen if some humungus 'thing' or something, jumped/fell onto the edge of one of the tectonic plates that we float blithely around on on top of all that hot, seething magma?
Now, where did that come from? Do you find yourself having odd thoughts when you are focussing on something else? It set me thinking about how our minds multitask. I was not working on anything remotely linked to the tectonics of our planet, although I do have to admit to receiving regular daily global earthquake reports from the USGS site.
These odd 'query thoughts' just pop up at strange times. We all know our brains are still busy working in the background whilst we sleep - hence the contents of our dreams, but whilst you are concentrating on something else that is using mind power? You would not think so - that is, if you think about it at all!
There was an advert for something on British TV, where a bog standard lady was sitting on the Tube [the London Underground], her boring trip home obviously allowing her mind to wander, and you saw a thought pop up, 'I wonder what Barn Owls were called before there were barns?'. She had the slightly bored/bland look on her face that people on buses and trains tend to assume, and you had to wonder where such a 'query thought' came from. She did not look the intellectual type who might have been studying ornithology or something similar, but that thought had bobbed to the surface seemingly unbidden.
Some very interesting items bubble to the surface in these 'query thoughts'. What, if any, can you recall yourself having?
I have not written in my home blog for a while now, although I have done so on my 24.com blog - ecoecho.
Currently I am trying to write 50,000 words in the space of a month! What on earth did I think I was doing signing up for this? I seem to recall that my hand went up of its own accord when we were asked who was signing up at the last WCWCSA meet.
Never heard of NaNoWriMo? It is the National Novel Writing Month, and takes place during the month of November. It is an international project now, but was originally started by a chap in the USA. You do not win any money, and any donations go to building schools and libraries etc.http://www.nanowrimo.org/
Anyway, I just thought I would pop in here to say why I have not been posting. Speak again soon!
I wrote the following on my 24.COM blog and apparently made people's mouths water. One chap even decided to abandon the curry he had made to go round to the fish and chip shop. Such is the power of the written word...
Am I frying tonight? No, probably not. The title just popped into my head, followed closely by a craving for British Chish 'n Fips; oooh, yum.
When I lived in Randburg there were two British Chippies, which I obviously frequented. They cooked their fish and chips, not in oil, as is the favoured way nowadays, but in lard, which is the old fashioned way, and boy, did the batter go nice and crispy and golden, and the chips - well, there is nothing quite like chips from a British chip shop. They shipped the lard in from overseas in big buckets as I recall.
At any rate, my point is, why is there no British Chippy down here in Cape Town? I would have thought they would do well; all the other fish places seem to do pretty well, and we are a seaside, fishy style place let's face it. Fish 'n chips with mushy peas and the odd pickled onion, and tomato sauce. Oh, I wish... shame mouth and salivary glands, not to mention the pleasure centres of my brain and the taste buds on my tongue, you will just have to mentally taste it all.
Just thought I would share those mouth watering - for an Englishman at any rate - thoughts.
I might be 61 but I definitely belong to the modern generation!
Telkom strike or no Telkom strike the internet has got progressively slower and slower over the last week, and I am so frustrated that I want to scream! No wonder we are stressed these days. I expect things related to technology to work instantly - and in particular anything internet/computer orientated. I feel as if I have been chewing madly on a giant wad of chewing gum - you know when your jaw aches from trying to chew such a huge wad?
Wrote this in my blog on 24.COM. They have changed the site again and I have to say I do not like the look of it. So I wrote...
I will try this editor first but I don't like the look of the new Blog site. Personal opinion I know! Hmm, well, one gets used to changes fairly soon, so lets hope this is one of those. I guess they have to justify employment of people in times like these.
Anyway, moving on...
Facebook and the various applications sitting within it were sooooooooooooooo slow and highly irritating, so, I shut the whole lot down in the end and downloaded all those horrendous updates that MS delight in sending one. Took a while, had to shut the router off and back on again and so on and so forth, so I got on and did my writing exercise - actually WRITING WITH A PEN ON PAPER, quelle horreur! Here is what I wrote...
So, here I am scribbling on old paper! Can you guess why? It's because my laptop the net or Telkom, who knows, is messing me around. I hate writing with a pen/pencil. I get cramp, and I have to slow my thoughts down to accomodate AND I keep losing my thread, because I do not have the benefit of a keyboard memory to store the flow as I get ahead of my thought outflow. Plus, this is scribble, not nice and neat! I hate that. I take my hat off to writers of old who sat for hours on end writing with a pencil in a poor, cold and badly lit garret.
Now, what was I going to write? See, I have already lost some wonderful thoughts whilst writing this. Grrrrrrr. Still, maybe this is a good exercise if only for the fact that it made me think of that!
How many words did Alison say? Hmm. I really enjoyed that class the other day; the time went so quickly though. How I wish I had my house and car paid for so I could write more. I so enjoy it. I always have. I am probably not a good writer, but I ENJOY it, and that, after all, is the main thing.
A few weeks ago at our regular monthly meeting of the writers circle we had an interesting exercise where we were given a piece of paper on which we had to write various things, such as a colour etc. We then had to pass this to the person on the left, were given a few lines of writing and had to write something using these, incorporating the things listed on the piece of paper from the person on our right. I got some weird stuff like fig leaves - rotting, the colour orange, and the lines given to me had the name of someone with words like Goth and kif in. This is my short story created from those words and sentences. I called it Donovans Head:
I saw an article earlier today, on women24, about the lending of books, and reading the article set me thinking - what is it about borrowing people's stuff that then, seemingly, causes the borrowers to treat the borrowed item as if it is theirs to do as they wish with?
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