makar [ˈmækər]
n (Literature / Poetry) Scot a creative artist, esp a poet
[a Scot variant of maker]

Sunday, April 27, 2014

One of those moments when you remember what you thought having kids would be like before you had them: drawing "weird" fairies with my daughter, while we waited for the chocolate cake to bake.  "I wish we had more time doing stuff like this, mummy." Yeah, me too.

Introducing Pistachio Passionfruit and Greengage:

Wednesday, April 23, 2014

A couple of days ago, a very lovely friend of mine mentioned that she knows a local writer who I really admire and would I maybe like to meet up for a cuppa with her. "Yes!" was my immediate reaction, and then a moment later a wave of panic rolled over me. What would I say to her? What do I want to know? What could I talk to her about that wouldn't make me sound like a complete idiot? Because, over the years, I've seen lots of writers, at various festivals, discussing their work, and sometimes they're wonderful and sometimes they are not, but the part that always makes my skin crawl is when members of the audience are allowed to ask questions. There seem to be two types of question: ones that are specific to a particular piece of work, often a single character, and frequently impossible for the author to answer. These questions are from frustrated readers who want more; who want the characters to live beyond the pages of the book; and who aren't willing to let go. The second type are concerned with the writing process and are pretty much always a variation on the following: "How do you do it? How do you write? Where? When? How much? Please tell me everything, 'cause I really want to be a successful writer and I need to know the secret, whatever it may be..."

I don't want to ask either type of question because I don't think they can be answered with any sense of satisfaction. So what do I want to know? I'm not sure. My writing sessions at the moment seem to be full of questions, literally long lists of them, and they are questions only I can answer. But that's not to say I don't want to meet her. I really do. There's nothing better than finding out someone else has experienced what you are experiencing, and who knows what I might discover...


Sunday, April 20, 2014

Happy Easter! xxx

Saturday, April 19, 2014

One of the good things about getting older is being able to spot a pattern in the stupid things I keep doing. Or so I've found. Perhaps there's no escaping these habits but I'm hoping awareness counts for something. I've come to realise that I continually seek approval from individuals (usually men - read into that what you want...) to validate myself as an interesting and/or creative person. Over the years, I've done this again and again, and it's so ridiculous because whether or not they think I'm talented is generally irrelevant. It's a nasty habit and one I'd really like to quit.

Thursday, April 17, 2014

The school holidays have been pretty intense so far. And we're only on day four. My kids are running the show and I have no hope of keeping up with them. I usually love the holidays because I hate having to rush everywhere and to keep to an external schedule, but I'm counting the days! Despite the craziness, there have been two magical moments this week. Yesterday, we had a dancing competition and I found myself dancing with all three to the song that was played as we walked down the aisle,  after saying "I do", almost eight years ago. Wow, that was kind of wonderful! And then today, my eldest two created their own cyclone survival kit, after consulting a book on the weather. It had everything, even a toilet, and they did it all themselves (aside from a request for two slices of bread; we'd run out of biscuits). I loved that they packed blackberry jam and a book. It was brilliant, but they admitted they had to use their imagination quite a lot for some things...

Sunday, April 13, 2014

I watched an incredible documentary on Friday night and I've been thinking about it all weekend. It's called Searching for Sugar Man and it is an amazing tale, beautifully depicted. I think what I liked most about the story of Rodriguez is the the idea that you can make something, send it out into the world, and that it can then have a life of its own, in this case, without the artist even knowing about it. I wonder if this is more or less likely to happen now that we have the Internet. I guess there is the possibility of a wider reach but not the anonymity... Anyway, watch it.

Tuesday, April 8, 2014

He makes me laugh EVERY day. He is kind and generous and he eats almost anything I cook him. He is ridiculously ticklish and chuckles a lot. Sometimes I really do have the urge to just gobble him up. Happy birthday little dude. You make our days so much brighter with your cheeky ways.

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