New bookmarks purchased, with illustrations of book covers on, rather than my photo. While I was out I bought a display stand for the events that are coming up.I may not be writing but I shall be talking and (I hope) selling, in the next few months.My next task is to find some sketches for a spring event. I have looked on line and they just don’t seem funny. I think the secret may be to make them very local and topical but I will research Victoria Wood as she was very gifted that way. We want to mix music and words and give the takings to charity.I just hope my record player is loud enough for the hall next week as I am delivering a talk that includes recordings from the Voice of Progress. I’ll have a rehearsal as I do think having to use apparatus when public speaking is dodgy.
Only of paper! I began to realise that hoarding every piece of information I had ever collected would be a real problem if ever I left this earth.
Then, when I asked hubby what he would do with all my stories and papers if I died he said “Throw the lot out” it became clear that I would have to differentiate between the stuff I wanted people to read and the notes, letters, bills, invoices and committee papers that I had kept just because they mattered at the time. Would I ever read them again? No.
So the talk I gave to teachers about understanding dyslexia and the addresses of charities that the Foresters had given money to and the conference papers that I hoarded for years will have to go. I reckon it will take months to do it but I’m starting – and I’ll let you know if and when I succeed.
Living in Worthing we have had a company digging up our roads to give us new plastic gas pipes and this has caused me to write this silly little verse.
Today the corner of our street sprouted another barrier
They’re such a pretty apple green but make the road much narrower
Behind this simple plastic fence are tunnels deep and wide
And showing, when the digger’s gone, bright yellow pipes inside.
For every road in our fine town has gas pipes to replace-
The pavement’s blocked and little signs warn people there’s no space.
The cones, like sentries, guard the holes and keep the cars away
How glad I’ll be when they’ve moved on, leaving the pavements grey.
The patchwork footpath now looks odd but maybe it is good-
Pink paving stones can crack and lift – and it is time we should
Be grateful to the company for making it all neater
As long as it does not demand we have a new Smart meter!
The written word has now become so unreliable that it would take a Hogarth to demonstrate Truth as a Prostitute – attended by Social Media, Television, Newspapers, Petitions and Tweets.
From not being concerned about accuracy in schools, to sloppy research and dependence on hearsay, the art of Journalism has become corrupted far beyond the lurid headline to the realms of fake news and disinformation.
We all know that editors of newspapers have their own political agenda – read the Daily Mail, the Guardian and the Evening Standard and somewhere in their pages you might glean the truth, but honest, factual reporting does not sell newspapers and even Presidents resort to threats and challenges instead of rational discussion.
How, then, are we to expect sensible negotiations to result in amicable agreement? Has the ability to see the other person’s point of view been lost for ever? Must we erase everything from the past that we disagree with?
Is it not our task to learn from the mistakes of the past, adjust to circumstances, change, evolve, improve? Where is the honesty, the willingness to listen and communicate with tolerance and understanding?
If life carries on in the present direction there will be no truth, no belief and no humanity.
Public speaking is almost as enjoyable as writing. Having been a schoolteacher I don’t get nervous talking to a crowd and I get a real kick out of hearing people laugh.
I have just had my second booking for 2018 and hope to find more readers for my books. I am reluctant to book evening meetings now but all days up to September except Thursdays and Fridays are free at present – until I book a holiday! Luckily I have just ordered some more copies of the poetry anthology and am planning to get some more bookmarks. The first 100 copies of “Reflections, Then and Now,” will not last until Christmas as we are taking them away for a weekend where the folk know us and usually support our writing.
I have a talking spot in the Southern Bookshow planned for March and I am planning a topic that others may not use. ( With a plan B in case that doesn’t work!)
Last picture from Sciathos. Hubby and I took the bus into the town and walked through the streets down to the harbour. Luckily the rep. had told us about the museum and the open air theatre on the wooded peninsular. What we hadn’t reckoned with was the terrific cafe where the waitress introduced us to freshly made lemonade and the music that was playing was standard American Songbook. We could have stayed there all day.
The funniest time was on the way when we took a little path and a man with an Irish accent commented that I looked good – ” A lovely Lady in Pink.” I haven’t had such a nice compliment in years, if ever! Hubby said he must have been drinking!
The one trip we booked was a sunset cruise to the Greek mainland with a musical evening and meal in a taverna. However, I left photographing the sunset until the sun had gone down and it wasn’t really as spectacular as hoped.
The music and dancing were good and our company, from Yorkshire, made it an amusing and friendly evening. The food and wine were a change from the hotel, where we had been drinking the local beer with our meals.
The sea was really calm and the only downside was the music on the boat on the return journey. It was either ‘mama mia’ at full blast or some other disco music that ruined the night time atmosphere.