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not exactly work in progress…


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Doodling for a freewriting…(repost plus)

I still haven’t made any drawing but I doodled this earlier… and might make something of it elsehow and some other way(s) some other time…(NoteToSelf!) The doodle had to get itself out before I got on with a twenty-minute timed freewriting excercise around the question to task:

I write because there is no easy answer – no easy answers – no quick fix. Perhaps no fix it at all. Maybe nothing’s broken. Everything drifts. Sometimes to drift around uncertain shores is fine. Sometimes. Sometimes, to drop anchor, get it down, find my bearings – I should have found them before – but […]

via Another grey area — (my post at sWishingUp, …

…where I’m posting my #EverydayInspiration responses and working through #IntermediateCustomisation tasks.(I changed the theme, to another clunky one I don’t see often these days and I’m keeping it there for the next three weeks at least while I do this writing ‘class’).

I did both these #BloggingU classes in September2015 but was very messy and scatterbrained about it. I need to try and keep or make things neat and tidy…

So, I’ve signed up again, inspired and encouraged by my blogging neighbour, Sarah to Have Fun Learning some more and also to keep Blogging for Fun – (I just love those taglines she chose for her blogs) and as I haven’t found my scrap of paper with ‘pumpkin pie’ on it to submit for Sarah’s challenge, I’m writing an ad hoc new one in the here and now… here goes…

Does it have to be a haiku? I might try Autumn leaves, while Spring’s just round the corner, no signs of winter inbetween. That’s 29 syllables you see, though if I removed the first question, with eight syllables, then I’d only need to drop four more… and in adjusting that sentence… my haiku:

Where went wintertime

while Spring’s around the corner

Autumn leaves remain

Well, autumn leaves are still blowing around the yard and the pavements beyond. We have had some frost. I’ve seen real solid ice formations all of twice and the tiniest sprinkle of very temporary powdery-snow once and crystalised-ice-drops two or maybe three times. Autumn seemed to continue very slowly with the trees hanging on to leaves as long as they could possibly manage and dropping only a few at a time and winter hasn’t really seemed to get here. Although I do have all of two snowdrops in my backyard, as I posted yesterday at theWishingWell in Farewell February, Onward March

How’s the weather doing in your part of the world? and/or How are you doing? (now there’s another phrase I’ve not heard in ages…) 


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new #Authorstory post from Pam at blogging101alumni

I don’t know why my laptop is blocked from viewing our group forum site but can only guess it might have something to do with current tech vulnerabilities or something. Anyway, as all my devices are legally purchased and legally owned, registered, etc and all the etceteras, etc. etc…

So, I enjoyed reading Pam’s latest post yesterday for #authorstory, before the blockade set in (again!) and it was an intriguing read about an American author I never encountered until now. [I can still see this from my tablet, only use that for gaming and news app and reading the Qu’ran app I downloaded for comparitive reading, still owning a bible I bought myself as a child and still hold dear, rather superstitiously]. Hopefully the viewing public aren’t subject to the access restriction that my browser here has been limited by. [My java is off to prevent malicious software on some sites, including my mailserver, for capitalising/commercial/criminally-motivated action outside of my control other than to disallow java running!]

As I’m unable to acknowledge or comment in discussion at Blogger’s World, I thought I’ll just post something here then. Of course, i’m ballsing it up as per flamin’ usual! [And hopelessly letting myself down with ill health as soon as I committed to posting a ‘regular feature’ here too… “…best laid plans of mice and (hu)men!” springs to mind…]

I don’t have a pic of the author to share, perhaps because Pam’s chosen author is a contentious subject [link= wiki page for Adela St.John] perhaps of potential criminal investigative issue, I should avoid trying to share any internet images of this author – it’s a couple of years yet before US copyright law allow online public availability of Nora’s early writings so there’s no free online examples of her work. Clearly publishers copyright restrictions wish to prevent readership of the late Adela St.John’s  writings. I should make clear that my writing here is based solely on my own subsequent explorations and not reflecting or derived from Pam’s own study, her articles always being reliably sensible and well-sourced and cited. I haven’t checked Pam’s cited links yet and tend to delve deep into search results for the less ‘optimised’ results… I’m also aware, as are many, of the murderous criminality of some publishing moguls and so avoid conventional publishing as a matter of life and death… even Sid and Nancy fell victim, though who’d care about daft punks?!

Some brief exploration around the female writer known affectionately as ‘Nora’ to her eminent criminal defence lawyer (single) father turned up some fascinating histories. From the various information available publicly online I seem to have found a published item that might be a ‘bounty call’ targeting Nora’s father Earl Rogers; criminal formal academic/critic-led deridation of Earl Rogers – that happens so often and contributes to so much falsehood in formal study becoming fact; (and then the fascinating case his own daughter brought against him to commit him to an assylum, and his successful self-representing defence); and for the author featured, reported significant change in writing style in comparison from Nora’s writings before what some call WW2 and after; and it seems quite clear when ‘seeing through photos’ that Nora may have been replaced by an impostor. From my own native English (mis?)understandings of ‘second world war’ histories, including the impostors and usurpers who sought political immunity elsewhere while escaping the ‘urban myths’ of  alleged hitlerite actions, I’d probably be better to write no more just yet here on subjects such as this that I actually know very little or nothing about… 🙂

Obviously, trying a creative writing class with a focus on fiction wasn’t a good idea as I got trolled again it seems. But then again, I’ve been unfortunately acquainted with some very ugly criminal-minded female trolls in my time in my own local community. They’re never the individuals you might expect, always presenting more nicely and respectable than  poor scum like me. Never mind, we probably all know some, whether we’d wish to or not!

So, that’s a cheery post for not yet quite in a crimbley-frame-of-mind yet, but I’ll get there by round about the 27th or so, though really it should be around the first sign of snowdrops… back soon, hopefully 🙂


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#author-story ~ Contemporary Writer #1

I’m very priveleged, from the safety of home and our online virtual world, to be accessing a co-learning creative writing MOOC with an esteemed educational institution (remaining nameless, for my ‘sins’ of free-thinking, free-writing, etc and all the etceteras…).

ii’m also priveleged to be a member of Blogger’s World where sometimes on a Wednesday i contribute an #author-story post for the ‘Authors Who Made History’ series (“feature”). For today’s post there, I decided to round up an index of all the contributed posts so far – over two dozen multi-cultural articles from a volunteer team so far comprising 12 (unique individuals). This is also a call for volunteers to contribute future writing toward this series, with the article’s author retaining intellectual property rights within usual WP/BU-EUSA* ethical standards (outlined in my post).

*EUSA = End User Service Agreement = shared intellectual property rights, protections and ethical expectations etc. and these are implicit in the context of any platform wherein an individual/collective create and share creative content. [Errors and omissions likely in my brief attempt to explain this EUSA  issue]

I’m quite out of blogging/writing practise and having a tough time of relearning from primary school days the fine art of story-telling and writing creative fiction. However, I encountered the wonderfully rich English language writing of a contemporary writer originally from {UK/ Nigerian origin}.

We don’t learn enough of, or from, indigenous African writers – Nigeria being just one country within a very large continent of  many different lands and peoples, enriched with traditions of folklore and the musicality of story-telling. In any cultural context, wealth and social status invariably denotes likelihood of success at least within the limited constraints of capatalist/commercial concerns. So, thank GOODNESS for the founding principles of the wonderful WWWdotCOM and WordPress et al…

It occurred to me that i would enjoy the practise of writing about contemporary writers of all ilks and origins and perhaps i could make this, at last, a regular feature here on my personal blog . This hopefully won’t detract from my occasional contributions to the #authorstory series at BW. Anyway, at last, to the point of my post.

Introducing the author: Lesley Nneka Arimah (link=author’s site, may have vulnerability issue and be inaccessible, please try again later or check out her twitter for updates…)

Coincidentally, TOAST is the #ShutterbugShowcase prompt at BW for tomorrow and thankfully we have a volunteer contributor ready to go with a hopeful posting…

I now find that TOAST is also a writer’s blog with some interesting looking posts and Lesley contributes some writing there also.

Extract from Second Chances: A Short Story – The Toast (linked above)

My mother wore no jewelry in the photo, not even a ring as she and my father weren’t wed at the time, but brave, young lovers with, as my mother used to say, nothing to prove. There are other pictures of her here, one when she was a child, stiff between her parents, long dead. There are pictures of her at my high school graduation, on my dad’s 50th birthday, and my favorite, the one where she’s fluffing my baby sister’s frilly white pantaloons for the photo and my dad snaps just when Udoma kisses the top of Mom’s head. Udoma. I hear the front door open and she calls out in that Lucy-I’m-Home way of hers and I rush to warn her before it’s too late.

I’d also be keen to use this extract from further down her short story (link as above) as a potential writing prompt:

Extracted [#2] from: Second Chances: A Short Story – The Toast

 Those absences became less frequent as things did indeed get better and I began to be a person again. And now she just shows up, ladeedah ho-hum, like it’s not a big fucking deal.
I’m quite struck by how this fictional piece, link and extract(s) above, relates to our given text for reading, “Who Will Greet You At Home”, published 26/10/2015 in the New Yorker Magazine  (screenshot images below, shared under Fair Use allowances)…

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Lesley is definitely a noteworthy writer to look out for. I’m recently new to reading her writing and haven’t spent enough time with it (her writing) yet, but looking forward to more, another time 🙂

The illustration for the magazine article above is attributed to Jeffrey Fisher and he hosts a fantastic website of his own original creative work (preview image shown below):

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T.F.I.Friday… As was Tiswas & F-F-S

… anyone remember (Blogger’s World) and ‘Meanings Lost in Time’ … among others…???

(I’m just practising blogging101 and refreshing content here, by the way…)

I spent the day expecting it to be 5th November already, although it may as well have been. Luckily I didn’t miss 4Fawkes-sake-Friday and made this post to grow my to-do list better… and maybe, i’ll be back… soon…

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Today in England (Britain/Brutain/UK?) is 4Fawkes-sake-Friday! A special evening indeed, the first night following Diwali, whereby fireworks, firelight and even tealight-type celebrations were withheld from all public areas other than those supported by one or few local BBC radio station events (apparently). Not quite tonight being Firework Night (as that’s tomorrow), I’m here while resting in bed taking up a belated challenge while enjoying some recommended listening, hoping those plenty near-off noises are only fireworks and not mortar fire(!) Sparing, our few thoughts for those global neighbours in the vicinity of such atrocities as war and violations of civilian life – and resisting the evil influences of political propogandas whilst we have no way of knowing…

The first Friday of each month we have this thing titled ‘3Quotes’ within our sidebar thing titled ‘Friday Special Feature’ and the weekly features page. @piyushavir these pages are in need of at least…

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What about day 20?

What does the future hold? What would I like the future to hold? Can I think beyond today, this week, next month? Writing101 provided several suggested ways of writing about our personal futures. I had thought I’d like to write myself a ‘twenty years in the future…’ I’ll hopefully be heading toward a healthy enough seventy by then. I will have had these recent years practise of geriatric living and have learnt a lot that may make old age less of a shock. I might even hope to be comparitively capable by then amongst my peer group. My generation will also be expected to be capable of work under current legislation. That’s interesting given the mortality rates and statistical health outcomes of my ‘social class’ as a direct result of deprivation. It’s also interesting that with more or less a century of ‘knowledge and understanding’ and social research to back up political opinion, our current UK government seems determined on wiping out the ‘underclass’. As if policy determines that if we fail to climb their imposed ‘social mobility ladder’ we will be flung to the devil’s pit below.

That’s beside the point of this post but I cannot help myself for reeling.

I should have made a Look Ahead Monthly post by 1st October, not usually at this blog but so far it’s been one at that other blog and the one before at the other other blog… so I could kill two birds with one stone by looking at the month ahead and linking a late entry to that event… day 20 of writing101 task was writing about ‘The Future’ and I really should get something down for that assignment. I might yet make a ‘Look Ahead Monthly’ page…

The only problem I had with Writing101:Finding Daily Inspiration, apart from my blogs being a muddle along journey of process, is that a dozen different ideas would hit me at once – or at least within that day. I can’t keep up with myself. I won’t be doing it again in November as I have done it now and still completing. I’m rubbish at sharing links and requesting feedback. I have a back pocket full of assignments, unmade or outlined, so much to return to. I’m taking Writing201:poetry on the slow for a crash course reminder of form and terminology. I will write poems but more slowly than one each day in a rush. As usual, I will be littering them all over my blogs – or just letting them settle on paper for a while. I love knocking out ad hoc responses but during Iowa’s MOOC ‘How Writers Write Poetry’ earlier this year I learnt to draft and refine my poetry. I haven’t written any like that since but it’s a very different experience and makes for a very different type of poem, carved and sculpted.

Rumour has it (reliably sourced) that there’ll be a blogging201: intermediate customisation course in November.  Perhaps that could be really useful for getting my muddles better presented. I still haven’t managed to retain some of my previous Blogging101 learning although I know how it works in theory. Sort of. I look at doing those things and even with crib sheets my brain won’t process the info to be able to do those actions. Maybe doing a technical blogging ‘course’ focusing on customisation will help me absorb and finally assimilate those earlier learnings. it would provide a clear timeframe and motivation for blog improvements and changes. Hopefully.

So that’s a maybe for next month, having said in the Commons that I wouldn’t be taking a November course!

I wish I’d bought a stylus before this Wednesday for typing on my phone and tablet. It’s so much easier! So maybe I’ll learn to be more productive and efficient with less negative health impacts while I blog. Of course that involves visiting lots and actually reading. I’m hoping to find a screen reader to use to help me enjoy more posts. It could also come in handy for checking my own. It would be nice to think I could make posts and pages that are accessible to visually impaired people. Should I wait for the first such person to visit before considering their needs?

Clearly I’m not visually impaired other than in the sense that I cause myself lots of pain by trying to read online and my brain either drains quickly from reading or I’m trying through thick fogginess and can’t follow what I’m reading well and don’t retain it. There are thankfully better moments between but trying to read lots affects my ability to write my own posts. A screen reader might help no end. By the time my generation are in our seventies visual impairment rate is likely to be much higher than the current 70% or so. Imagine not writing in an accessible format and waking tomorrow with no sight. What an awful thought!

[Time stamp to add to day book, 17:36, tried screen suppression of tiredness by drafting on phone while lay back in bed. Left arm aches for holding phone even though supported. Eyes hurt and getting that kicked in face feeling back. Full rest…(08/10/15) ]

I didn’t write any posts yesterday other than drafting this one, as above, to this point – although in editing I added a bit extra. My ability to think was slowed, my concentration incredibly poor. Not for the previous efforts of blogging but for one simple outing in a taxi to visit the doctor and fetching shopping, with a taxi home. So I walked a few steps from a car into the health centre, had my appointment; there’s a bus stop outside about thirty steps away and for £1.10 bus fare I can travel two stops and get off right outside the supermarket. There’s a couple of steps and a slight slope to walk up, the whole walking journey into the store must be about a hundred steps – of course it’s a lot more to walk round those aisles. it’s my second or third visit there since it opened a few months ago. I also feel like complaining that the freezer aisles are at the opposite end of the store to anything useful forcing shoppers to travel the full distance.

It’s very strange that the freezer cabinets are surrounded by the alcohol aisles and seems very poor store management, ethically. Not that I have a problem resisting the suggestion to purchase some alcohol. A taxi home with a few bags of shopping to carry in:  the one important thing I went in for (a birthday card for my son) forgotten; the confusion a busy environment with so much visual stimuli causes and the discomfort of other shoppers and staff perfumes; too much reduced food that luckily could go the freezer; easy meals to microwave once I manage to wash up and have plates and cutlery and things for cooking  vegetables in; some easy grab snacks like pasties and quiche to eat cold and pot noodles for in the meantime.

 Soon after getting home I had to fall off my feet to bed for horrendous pain. Yesterday was a very slow day, my blogging ground almost to a halt. Today and tomorrow are potentially the biggest after effect days so I’ll have to manage accordingly. Fingers crossed my early rest in response to symptom onset will reduce or even remove the inevitability of pay-back for trying.

I’m trying to get a visual chart together showing my daily life patterns. I’m asked to show diaries for assessment of my current health. I’ve been keeping one for two years now, but it’s a never-ending scrawl and difficult even for me to pick out the relevant detail. It’s also not symptom focussed as it’s not good for esteem or positivity to focus heavily on how dreadful things are. Every entry occurs once I’ve woken, once I’ve made it downstairs, if I forgot to feed the dog even, once I’ve had breakfast, if I wash up or do any housework, if I had a shower and changed my clothes, accidents of various kinds, once I’ve used computer. Some days there’s not much in the way of entry or I’ve been too ill to not even leave my mark – but those are very infrequent as it’s my priority task of the day to keep my record. The process of collating data takes ages.

I managed to complete September’s chart this week but still more detail to pick out and a key to devise. I tried previously using tables or spreadsheets but got in such a muddle with them. Now I’m working on paper, a month to a page, maybe some relevant small notes to add for each day – anything the key does not reveal. An eventual spreadsheet copy would allow ‘reports’ and all the ways of selecting specific types of data content – but I have to learn to use a spreadsheet for anything other than simple data entry first.

My September chart looks nice with less sleep mostly at wrong times of early morning- I’ve been keeping myself awake too much (and causing pain) by using my various screens each at their lowest possible brightness and cursing each for not going lower. Dinner usually happens late in the day or not at all. I’m looking forward to charting my data from June to August to see the differences in patterns while I’ve been blogging. Blogging has been good for both my skills development and ongoing learning and also for my self-esteem. For the first time in six years I now have a small online social life of a sort. That’s really nice.

So, tomorrow, the day after, next month…? Onward!