The colour of sadness

So Deb at Kicking Corners set a challenge this week to create a new colour. In all seriousness she put out there a great writing exercise; giving us all the same set of words, pictures and music she sent us out into the world to see what we could create. The theory being that no two people could create the same thing, even when given the same ingredients. Have you ever noticed that no matter how closely you follow the instructions in a recipe book yours never turns out looking like the picture? 

I digress, here is what I created whilst listening to the celtic/fairytale music and all before the track ended (shhh, don't tell anyone the track is an hour long, sounds better if when you don't know that!)

I have highlighted the 3 words I chose to use and this is the image that stuck in my mind when I cam to write.

link to original here

“I’m not strong enough for this” Delen whispered through her tears, looking down at their intertwined hands.

“Yes you are. You are the strongest person I have ever met.” Bryce replied using his finger to pull her chin up and force her to look him in the eye. “You are the first human in a millennia to be strong enough to find us.”

“That’s different. I’m not strong enough to live without you.”

“You have a life that needs you Delen. I will not let your story end just because ours has reached its conclusion. I need to know that you have lived.”

“But you are the piece that has been missing, why do you have to be taken from me just as I found you? How will I know that this was all real and not a dream.”

“Kira, look up. What do you see?”

“Our stars.”

“Every time you see the stars you will know what we had was real, you will feel me in your heart. And in that way I will live on, inside you always.”

The village horn sounded, the end was near. Bryce stood and pulled Delen into his arms, one final embrace before he would watch her walk away. They looked into each other’s eyes, their lips met for the last time, the taste of salt bitter on their lips. The Delen pulled away, if she didn’t do this now she wouldn’t go.

“I will always remember you Bryce” Delen whispered, their fingers keeping contact as she backed further away. When their arms could stretch no more Bryce pulled his fingers away, Delen felt her heart lurch. She drank in her last view of Bryce; trying to remember every last detail, cataloguing it for future use. And then she turned and began to walk.

As soon as she was clear of the village Delen began to run, run toward the place she would call home but it wouldn’t be...it could never be she had just left her home behind. Sobbing, her chest heaving from running Delen heard a thunderous sound and turned in time to see the village consumed in a tower of wrath, obliterating their existence. But she would know who they had been.

Delen collapsed under the weight of the memories that flooded her with each heaving sob; Bryce teaching her to haggle in the market place, the brilliance of the night stars as from where they lay making shapes by joining them like a giant dot-to-dot, but mostly she would remember the other part of her soul. She suddenly felt blessed to have had the time they did together, short as it was at least their souls were reunited for a time. And would be again...

PS because I forgot yesterday, Happy Valentines Day :-)

Procrastination of a Writer

You know when you start typing a post and then delete it just to start all over again. What you have written came out too ranty or too personal or just not what you want to put out there. That has been me trying to write this post. Fortunately my self-editor has had it's muscles flexed of late and was prepared to keep my foot well and truly on the floor, not in my mouth!

That being said I had to find something to write about.....Hmmm writing, I should be doing that shouldn't I! Do we think I may have stumbled upon a topic?!?

I am by no means original in my procrastination! My little road trip usually starts with Facebook, with a very early pit stop at Twitter, just a quick diversion and back on the main road. Recently though I think I took a wrong turn on my highway somewhere! But there are so many interesting things on this turning that I am not sure I want to 'turn around where possible' like my GPS is telling me to! And she is starting to get a little demanding too.

I mean there is this wonderful little Aladdin's cave of a place called Pintrest. It is filled with such wonderful treasures you can get lost in pinning those wonders to to your boards. And just next door is tumblr, wonders of equal proportion! Dragging myself away I did manage to get back on the road at some point but then just around the corner was a giant neon sign pointing straight at Instagram and across the street Flickr, seriously there are some really cool photos on there. I could say floating around there is research, there are some really cool ideas for stories in those pictures, but I'd be lying!!

I wish I could say my procrastination ended there, that I took the things I have collected along the way and spun them into glorious stories. Bah, why would I do that when I have a bag under the cupboard with paper and watercolours and charcoal and .......

Why not sketch instead?

I have come to the conclusion that there is just not enough time to do everything we want to. Just not enough time to learn to draw and paint or become a decent photographer or even learn to play the guitar. At some point I have to prioritise, I have to work out what I want to do the most and run with that until I am happy with what I produce!!

What are your favourite distractions?

Tuesday with a twist

In an effort to drag myself kicking and screaming from the funk I find myself in at the moment I decided to indulge a little. I grabbed for a film that I haven't watched since before my babies were born...and then some ;-)





This film might not be the most intellectually challenging film but for sheer surreal imagination in the creations on set it's my favourite. It won my heart when I was younger and made it a little lighter this dismal February.

So instead of a tune this week there is a trailer for the film, just in case you have never seen it.

Oh and go on what would Tuesday be with out a tune?

As for my favourite character?? It is Hoggle all the way; the lovable little guy who is caught between his own cowardice and wanting to do the right thing.

Who is your favourite character?



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Are you real?

"Muuuuuuum?"

"Yes honey?"

"Is Cinderella real?"

"Yes darling, if she is real to you she is real."

"I think I need to go to Florida just to make sure!"

"Oh! Why Florida?"

"Because that's where she lives of course!"

.....Silly Mummy, why didn't I know that!

Now I guess I could have gone into the history of fairy tales originating in folk lore and how folk lore probably started out as real events just passed through the generations and under going a 'Chinese whispers' kind of transformation. However I was torn between the 'how sweet' and 'I'm too tired for that conversation' reactions. So it looks like we will be going to Florida, probably on the pennies in her piggy bank!

But you know my brain can't leave a question like that hanging, it has to twist it in some way and tie its self in knots somehow!!

What makes something real?

Is a sound still a sound if no-one hears it? (Ok maybe I did watch a little Qi too.) Is it even a sound if it is only heard by one person, I mean they could report it and be lying.

Scientific discoveries require scrutiny and the more scrutiny they are subject to the more accepted the discovery becomes....the more 'real' it becomes. So on that score does something have to be scrutinised or verified through interaction to become real?

What of the words we write then? Yes sometimes we write about 'real life' other times pure fiction. Is the fiction any less real if it has been read by another? Is sharing the words with another all it takes to make them real? We write a blossoming love, is it so? We pen a passionate exchange, is someone living that fun?

I day dream sometimes of a place where our words come to life, the act of sharing wills them into existence. Maybe they have their own little worlds confined to the walls a writer creates, or maybe they wander among us.

But then sometimes that thought scares me. Somethings are only meant for the page, somethings are never intended for sharing, somethings need to remain not quite real!

All this got me to thinking of Cornelia Funke's Inkheart series. I love Inkheart, the rest of the trilogy is on my ginormous to-read list!! I never did get over the fact they only made the first book into a film. Plus it is a fantastic excuse to include a picture of the lovely Brendan Fraser!

And if a cute guy reading a book doesn't float your boat

Try that look, floppy hair and all...excuse me while I go melt somewhere!!

What / who would you read out of a book if you had the ability?

February

I don't hate, or at least I try not to and currently I am trying really hard not to hate February!

So many people say January is the worst of the 12, filled with post holiday depression and resolution failure. For me January is just another month, February on the other hand I could hate!

Aside from being a cold and often very wet the month never it fails to give me at least one bad memory, year on year something goes wrong. Just so as not to disappoint this year things started to go down hill on the 1st! I am sure there are other months that are also great harbingers of doom but for some reason they don't seem to stick in my mind as much, or more to the point they don't attach themselves to a month so readily.

You'd think in a month where you are compelled to eat huge piles of pancakes and should complain to the love police if a box of chocolates doesn't cross your path mid-month there would be plenty to keep my spirits up. But alas, even the presence of cupid flitting around doesn't lift my mood, in fact he has learnt to fly elsewhere lest the arrow be flung back at his perky little arse!!

The anniversary of my Dad's death really doesn't help matters, 24 years and it still hurts like someone has ripped my heart out. But do you know I think all the crap that happens in February looks even worse through the shit tinted glasses of increasing age! Yep that's it, it all looks worse because I am a year older. Someone had better shoot me before I get to 80, I don't want to see what the world looks like in that February if it is this bad now.

The other option I guess would be to hibernate every February....28 duvet days in a row.....Now that sounds like a plan!! Or had I better do the same as I do every year....Fake smile at the ready! But I am still not celebrating Valentines day! (you will just have to imagine the sulky 'bah humbug' face!!)

At least February is the shortest month, thank the Gods for small mercies!!

Because some wounds will never heal!

My weekend in song.

I think I am just going to call Tuesday's 'Tuesday Tunes' given that I never feel particularly jokey or cheery on a Tuesday. Bah!

So today you get the soundtrack to my weekend, or at least the one that has been floating around in the mush of my mind!!

The weekend didn't start well!!

I kind of retreated into music for a while and found this acoustic version of a 30 Seconds to Mars song I love.

But is is funny how a well placed text or message from a friend can help so much and this song made me think of that friend...I only hope she knows how awesome she is and that I help her in some small way too!

So smiling we went off into the woods for a wander and had an amazing day.

So here is hoping that wasn't the end of the world I saw coming and just a little storm. Something a little chilly and rocky at the time but weathered all the same.

What song best describes you weekend or day?

Is she worth it?

I thought I would share a little about how I sit down to write. Not because I think there is anything useful I can share but so I can be nosy and ask about your process!

Sometimes ideas come to me, usually in the middle of the night, they wake me from my slumber and I have to get up and write it down. These flashes of inspiration  are few and far between, rarities my muse dispenses when she so wishes.

In reality something tends to catch my eye or ear and my mind ponders it for a while. It can be a picture, a quote or even a song and it will capture something in my imagination.

Recently I saw this image and knew it would be one of those images to get the cogs in my mind moving. So a grovel later and the photographer Liam Dagan sent me the image to use. I am grateful that I can borrow the images of super talented people like Liam from time to time just so that I can show you where my mind starts!

Any way here is Liam's image and the snippet that it put in my mind.

To Hell and Back

"Let me get this straight, I'm dead and this is hell?"

"Ahha"

"And i could climb out up that?"

"Yup"

"Anyone ever make it?"

"One"

"Who?"

"One of the original fallen. He fell for a human girl on the living plane, forbidden eve for a fallen so he was condemned to eternity in here. Always looking out with that smallest glimmer of hope to torture him."

"He climbed out to be with her?"

"Yeah, it even worked out for a little bit. Right up until Death caught up with her and they were both consigned to Hell for eternity. Apparently if you ask them they don't care where they are, as long as they are together. Personally I could do without the eternal damnation, but who am I to argue."

"Why don't you climb then?"

"I've nothing worth risking everything for."

"But we are already dead! What could be worse than being dead and stuck in Hell for eternity!"

"Nothing."

"That's my point."

"No, seriously, nothing!! Fall on there, and its not an easy climb, and you'd kill yourself all over again. Only this time you have no body to die, just your soul. You would simply cease to exist at all. Granted some do it just to get away from the torture of being down here, but not many things are worth that!"

"There are a few"

"So, who's yours?"


So what gets your creative juices flowing? Do you get the same impulse to tell a pictures story that I do?