Weird

During November I took part in the Nanowrimo Challenge (and completed it) to write 50,000 words of a novel. However, I did sort of cheat because I didn't have a plot because I already knew the outline and the story is a fictionalised version and my interpretation of my Nana's life.

I did post about her but I had objections from members of the family so I removed the post but that's immaterial now, although, those who know me will understand I wasn't happy about it.

Anyway in telling this story I introduced characters I had no idea about but to me, they fitted. But the weird thing is, I was talking to a family member who I haven't spoken to since I was a child and one of the characters I introduced actually almost fitted the sort person she'd heard about who played an important part in my Nana's life.

Now I'm not a psychic in any way, my door jamb has more sensitivity than me but it got me thinking and I feel it also confirmed this story has to be told. My Nana lived a life. She was an amazingly strong and courageous woman, yet in her life time she was scorned for what she did and how she lived. If she was a young woman today society wouldn't think twice about how she lived or what she did.

Now, maybe through my story, my lovely Nana will finally be accepted. I hope so.

Lydbury North Writers

Wow what a fantastic evening. Seven of us gathered in a room at the back of the Powis Arms in Lydbury North and shared writing, did on the spot writing and all to the sounds of a jam session going on in the bar.

I'm really looking forward to next month's meeting but in the meantime in two weeks time, there is another jam session taking place and I've got the loan of a guitar. I haven't played in years but I'm determined to give it my best shot.

There is still a lot of bad things going on in my life but I think to rise above it, I need to start living a life again and doing things just for me. Tonight is just a start.

Oh and the writing - well....

On the spot writing tonight one title was vision.

Here goes

‘I spy with my little eye.’

The voice said from the back of the car

‘Are we nearly there yet Mum?’

‘No, we’ve not got far.’

‘I said I spy with my little eye’

‘Shut your gob us Chris.’

‘Don’t speak to me like that Dan.’

‘Mum, Rob wants a piss.’

‘Chris is taking up too much room

There’s hardly any room for me.’

‘Will you lot stop the fighting

‘Cos I need a large G and T.’

These memories are now a thing of the past

Because now I have it sort

If they don’t drive or ride a bike

I make the buggers walk.