Cozy Mystery, Uncategorized, Writing

Locked In or Reaching Out?

Even as we are (most of us anyway) in Locked in mode, keeping ourselves and others safe, by staying at home, most of the time. Many are bemoaning these scaled back quiet times, and they’re worried about not being able to work.

Not me though, and not many of my friends. A locked in life can feel like bliss, nothing you have to go out and do, the days are yours, to explore your writing options. The projects that had been put on hold, waiting for a time, when you actually had time, and suddenly, that time is now!

While many businesses have closed down, many publishers, especially small ones, are still very much at work, and they are able to go on doing their publishing thing, calling for submissions, receiving them, putting anthologies or other books together, then sending them off to be printed.

This is great news for many of us, and many of my friends are getting published, and we celebrate the good news with them, when they post the news on blogs, or on Social Media. But the sad part is there won’t be any Book Launches, where everyone comes together in the same room, words are read out, and hugs are given, food and drinks are consumed, and much chat happens.

No more. It is possible to still hold a book launch, one online, but many of the best elements are missing. There are no hugs, the purchaser is unable to watch as the writer of the book signs the new copy the purchaser has handed money over for. If books are purchased, it happens online, and there are definitely no hugs.

Personally, I’ve had two poems accepted by two different publishers, I’ve entered a short story in a competition, and I’ve written some more (but not enough) of my bigger work in progress. That work in (slow) progress is a Cosy Murder Mystery series. I have characters, and a setting, as well as many book titles and slight notes on what each book will be about. There are I think twenty books in the series. If I ever get them written, I expect I will be in my late seventies … This is not a bad thing necessarily, many authors of such books are more mature, they’ve lived lives, and know much about people, it’s all fine!

But the rate my writing of this series, I’m likely to be more like in my nineties. I sincerely hope the writing of Murder books helps to ward off dementia, because otherwise I’ll have no chance of making my way to the end of my list! Whether poetry, or mystery books, or anything else really, being locked in makes it all easier, with so much time available. Sadly, more time can also mean more things to procrastinate about.

And this crazy Covid 19 time, when there is non stop media about death rates, recovery rates, things to do, meals to make, cleaning to do, decades old boxes of ‘stuff’ to sort through, the dog to walk and feed, gardening to do, and so on. So tasks you’ve never had on your list of things to do may appear, and all of those things can stop the writing happening …

With no sense of routine, things can just drift away, things happen, but they don’t amount to much, and little or no writing is done. Where does the time go? It goes down the drain, and even though your house is clean, and dishes are done, with different recipes tried out now that time is there, sourcing ingredients might take more time than usual, and you may not be able to get those ingredients, so you have to find a different idea.

And no writing gets done … I’ve been able to get some sort of sense to things happening, by moving from breakfast table to laptop every morning, Emails read and dealt with, and then writing happens, most of the time. The writing might be a poem, a bit more of that novel, a blog post, something for the monthly community newsletter I edit, but writing. Words happen every day, and I am still a writer, just a locked down one.

My Locked in view …

If you have a plan that works for you at the moment, I’d love to read about your ideas, please leave a comment, and we can perhaps all get better at managing our time, and get some great writing done!

meaning in life, New Ideas

Feeling More Open!

These are very strange times, with the Covid 19 virus wreaking havoc on our lives, and on the economy. Fears of death, having to stay away from each other, not hugs to friends, or even family not living with us. What weird times we’re in …

Not poetry readings in hotels, no book launches in libraries or other venues. No getting together somewhere nice for a writing group meeting. Sure, there are many online options for all of these things, but there are no hugs between friends and peers. No chances to catch nuances in conversations, and body language.

I’ve been feeling quite low, about these things, but today my mind is getting out of that mindset, and I’m looking more outward, outside of the window, up to the sky, which is a beautiful blue, that I so much love to see!

lovely blue sky, with trees

Looking out of my window, seeing what Nature is up to, living, breathing, being, these are still going on. And although there is death happening here, it is only pesky mice getting caught in traps, and that is a normal kind of death that happens at this time of year, when colder nights bring mice inside at night time … Normal.

And having and doing things that are ‘normal’ feels good, because so much of what is happening right now is far from normal. The song from the early eighties by The Specials, is in my head, and the lyrics leaping out when I see and hear the latest restrictions … The governments are doing what they have to do, I guess, but it feels like we’re being punished for being naughty, when we don’t really know what we’ve done wrong …

But sky and trees, and the birds, they’re all keeping on too, doing their normal things, and this lovely Autumns day, mild and only a gentle breeze, but with rain forecast for later in the week, normal weather for this time of the year. And even though the writing group I’m involved with won’t meet up ‘for real’ this afternoon, at the Prince Albert Hotel in Gawler, as is normal, we’ll be meeting up for the second time, online, and will try to conduct a meeting as normally as possible.

Reaching out to others, keeping an eye out, and helping, via the internet, or phone, these are things we do, because we’re all human, even now, when life feels far less ‘humane’. The absence of touch is hard on people who love to hug, or shake hands, clap each other on the back. But we find other ways now, a kind message via email, a comment on Social Media, a blog post such as this one. Reaching out to others, because we’re people, and that is what is natural and normal, for people to do.

I’ll go on thinking about finding normality, and how and why it’s so important, and this afternoon, I’m thrilled that my writing group friends will be there with me, online, and still connected, just without any hugs … People need people. Best wishes to all, struggling through this Ghost Town of a world …

New Ideas

Thoughts Of Death Yesterday, Now Life!

Yesterday I was thinking on one thing that I’d done, a thing I was not at all happy at myself for doing. I’ve worked on those thoughts, assisted in part by a friend, John Malone, a poet and former teacher, who thinks about things in sometimes quirky, but wise, ways. He encouraged me to write a poem, or in fact a pair of poems about the troubling thing.

I thought on what he suggested, and yesterday in fact wrote those two poems. I’m not sure if other people would get the importance of this pair of poems, but they have much meaning for me. I feel better about myself, I feel like a good person again, doing what I can, when I can, but realising I am not perfect, no-one is.

So today, I’ve been thinking about all of this Covid 19 ‘stuff’ and how many of us are more or less locked away in our own homes. I know I haven’t been doing much at all, in terms of physical things, just sitting around, taking in hours and hours of bad news. But I decided that had to change, I need to be active, at least sometimes, and I needed to get going with it now.

Outside, being active, good things!

I did 31 minutes of Wii Fit exercises today, a fairly gentle exercise program. It’s been 61 days since I last did this, apparently. I did a mix, sticking with easier exercises mostly, and had a ‘results’ mix of rubbish and nearly OK. No Olympic efforts, that’s for sure.

I set myself a new weight loss challenge there, because my current weight is too high still, it was a bit over three and a half kilograms too much, I think. Not good enough. I’ve set a goal to lose half a kilogram in one month. I think I should be able to do that, if I more or less stay with my current diet, and keep on with the Wii Fit as often as possible, heading toward the harder items as feels possible.

Listening to my body, not my mind, doing it so I can really feel it, not woosing out. I still want to get my weight down to a particular weight, but carefully – slow, slow, no rush. It would be a good Christmas present, or even a birthday present to myself next year, maybe …

At Mallala Christmas Party

One thought I’ve had is halving the amount of chocolate I have at night. Easy to do. I’d slow down my consumption of the usual piece of chocolate, and mindfully focus on enjoying it slowly, deliciously … If I were to give up eating the usual chocolate, it would help with any weight loss, perhaps, but it’s the finer things in life, that make it worth living. So small amount of good chocolate, small glass of wine, occasionally, good coffee, but not too much of it.

If I commit to my plans, I can get things happening how I want them to be, in regards to my healthy body project. Will I be able to do the same with my writing projects? I hope so. I’ll think about it and get some words written down in regards to that some time soon. Tonight? Tomorrow? Next week? I don’t know, but hope it will happen, when the time seems right.

meaning in life, Philosophy

Thoughts of Death Haunt Me

In these troubling and almost surreal times, I’m finding myself thinking about death, which would be fine, if the deaths were of characters in the Cosy Murder Mystery I’m supposed to be writing. But the deaths are not fictional deaths of some characters in my work-in-progress ‘Winds of Death at Talloola’, instead the deaths are real deaths, as the total of deaths from Covid 19 rise, and rise, and rise …

And there was a death in our house recently, one not caused by plague, but in response to something that sometimes becomes plague-like. It was a mouse, a not yet fully grown mouse, that made the mistake, as mice too often do, of coming into my house, my kitchen, and falling victim to our range of mouse traps.

This mouse fell victim to not just one, but two traps, both at once, and while it pains me, it is also good that it was trapped, and will never again invade my kitchen, possibly spreading disease … I’ve taken the mouse out of the traps, and released the body back to Nature, where other creatures will welcome the carcass, as much as I definitely didn’t welcome the living creature.

Mice are cute as pets, I suppose, but I don’t want them in my house.

There was another death too, this one caused entirely by me, and the guilt I feel is magnified by the esteem in which I hold the creature I killed. I was driving home from a needed visit to pick up something, and a quick visit to see my mother. The car I was driving has cruise control, and I was cruising along, on cruise control, when I saw this creature, but I didn’t slow down quickly enough, and crashed into the magnificent owl standing on the road, too close to where I was headed.

Crash, bang, an explosion of white feathers, and another owl fell victim to man’s most dangerous weapon, the motor vehicle … I’ve looked at some photographs and from what I’ve seen, it was quite likely an adolescent Barn Owl, out at the wrong time, and in the wrong place. There is a little less traffic out and about at the moment, but it only took one car to kill this magnificent bird. My car.

My heart aches, but that is nothing compared to the destruction of this bird’s life … There was going to be a poem written about this, but I am still too shaken about what happened to write that poem. It may remain inside my head forever, and I hope, may make me even more careful, when I drive. Cruise control is great, but I must be the one doing most of the ‘control’, and slow down when I need to …

The Barn Owl is a common bird, all around the world, but that doesn’t lessen this particular owl’s importance. To say I’m sorry is an understatement, but my sorrow, while comforting to acknowledge, does nothing to bring back the life of this bird … I can spread a little knowledge about the bird, and encourage other drivers, as well as myself, to be aware of all of the living creatures on and around the roads, when we are driving, human, animal, and particularly confused owls, who would have been safe at home in their nesting place, not standing on the road in the mid afternoon …

Some information about these owls : https://www.allaboutbirds.org/guide/Barn_Owl/id

Life, in these times of Covid 19 virus-driven deaths, feels even more precious than ever.

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Difficult Times

We’ve never in our lifetimes had as difficult time as we are facing right now, I suspect. Certainly I haven’t. I’m not able to go to the usual venue (the Prince Albert Hotel in Gawler), to have our usual weekly meeting for two reasons. I’m not able to meet at a hotel, and the hotel is closed anyway.

In fact there isn’t really much I can do:

go to the doctor, yes, probably, if I have to

go to the supermarket, yes, but there may not be much to buy

go to the fruit and veg market, yes, but again, may not be as much there as usual

get my legs waxed, nails done etc, no (but I don’t get my legs waxed anyway, and cut my own nails …)

visit my friends, no, I’m not allowed to do that …

weddings, funerals, hair cuts, ‘boot camp’, barre, yes, but with only far reduced numbers allowed

These are strange times, and all around the world, governments are trying to work out the best ways to deal with the Covid 19 Virus pandemic, which is killing some of the people who contract the virus. And there are some ridiculous things being said and possible cures given by people tho have no real idea of what they’re talking.

And as a writer, I’m trying to settle my head to write a series of Cosy Murder Mysteries … Sheesh, it is so unlikely my brain will settle down to tell tales of gentle murder in a cosy little town, when the TV in front of me is talking non stop about people dying for real, when their lungs fail them because of this virus …

Poetry might be a better way to go, but again, the kinds of things I usually write seem so inappropriate to me right now … If I was a writer of post apocalyptic novels, then my brain could take up a lot of the stuff on my TV, but it would seem to be non fiction, rather that fiction. One of the members of my writing group is finding this very thing, actually, scary stuff.

I will do my best to get my life going on, ‘as normal’ but these are not normal times. I wish all the best to everyone out there, as you also try to deal with these ‘interesting times’.