Monthly Archives: July 2013
Last week my mum looked closely at my head whilst I was relaxing in a swing settee in Seaton; she commented twice, in surprise, on some grey hairs peeking through my headband. This made me uncomfortable, I mean, why mention it (twice)? Then she asked me in the next breath, “do you ever look at […]
I’m an enlightened landlady now, I sing to myself. Like Hercules, happily wiping away crumbs of toast from breakfast every day. Definitely not the witch in Hansel and Gretel who eats all of the lodgers who stray her way… Grimm’s Fairy Tales: Hansel and Gretel
It’s so good to be out of the city: I can breathe. I went for a stroll last night. (I secretly hoped for an owl sighting.) Instead, I saw the old coastguard cottages in Beer and wondered how we will all manage when half our coastguard rescue centers shut: like those of Portland and Brixham. […]
This is part of an illustration from Herman Melville’s Moby Dick 1851. http://www.guardian.co.uk/news/2011/mar/26/weatherwatch-moby-dick I’m reading a related book called Ahab’s Wife by Sena Jeter Naslund (2001) and my mind is filled with whales and oceans and Nantucket. Not for the first time either.
Sorry if this post sounds familiar. I have pre-new lodger heebyjeebies again. I’ve noticed as a writer in my observations and eavesdroppings how often we repeat ourselves. In my re-edits I most often have to delete repetition. It’s in our nature.