The leaves are collecting in the corners of the garden. The animals must be gathering their food for winter. Thoughts of hibernation arise but I am clearing out. If I am to hibernate then it is time for a sort out!
Helping to tidy up the shelves and shelves of books in my father-in-law’s house recently, we found a pile of Penguin paperbacks.
For some reason this one caught my eye. Perhaps because it has a play by J.M. Barrie and I keep meaning to visit Kirriemuir where he was born. Maybe it’s because I love the story of Peter Pan.
I thoroughly enjoyed reading these. They are witty and clever, some sad, others funny. As John Ferguson says in his introduction, the plays are a ‘clear and precise study of some particular character, situation or problem.’ You can read my review on GoodReadshere.
As I looked up the playwrights I stumbled upon the fact that M. Luce was in fact Margaret Luce, the grandmother of Miranda Hart. I’m a big fan of Miranda’s shows – they’re so cheery!
With drama on my mind and St Andrew’s day fast approaching (November the 30th) here’s a link to a great video to be found on the http://www.scotland.org website. (Did I mention the actress is my aunt! One very proud niece here!)
Funny how little things link together throughout your life.
At the weekend I had a day of ‘connections’.
I was lucky enough to attend a writing course run by David Gray on behalf of the SCBWI.
What a treat, to take part in a writing course and be surrounded by books! The course took place in the fantastic setting of Dunfermline Carnegie Library, which, linked with the new museum, galleries, reading room, cafe and much more, looks out over Dunfermline Abbey.
Afterwards we had a look at the super ‘Blooming Marvellous’ family friendly gardening exhibition and it even had knitted flowers!
I grew up hearing the story of Andrew Carnegie and love the way his gift has just kept on giving. Dunfermline was the world’s first library to be funded by Andrew Carnegie and it opened in 1883.
The library was busy, even on a rainy day, and I’ll definitely be back to spend more time in Dunfermline.
So many things I love all together in one place; writing, reading, gardening, art, museums, knitting (and a cup of tea!) – truly a day of connections.
Set the scene, the Lady of Shalott floating gracefully down the river. All is calm.
Outside the isle a shallow boat
Beneath a willow lay afloat,
Below the carven stern she wrote,
The Lady of Shalott.
Now imagine Anne Shirley in the place of the great lady, one minute drifting along, the next her boat has sunk and she is clinging to a post in the river!
It could only happen to Anne of Green Gables. Even though I read this as a child, the thought of Anne’s escapade and its dramatic conclusion still makes me laugh today. This was my first introduction to The Lady of Shalott by Alfred, Lord Tennyson and I have remembered it ever since.
Perhaps it is one of the greatest compliments a writer can pay to another, to acknowledge and include the other’s work in their own with the hope of introducing it to a whole new audience.
After all isn’t it natural to want to share fiction we love?
If I go for a walk I look at the trees. Each one is so individual it seems to almost have its own personality.
Reflecting on this I wanted to consider the role trees play in fiction for children.
For me it all began with The Faraway Tree by Enid Blyton. I thought of trees as magical, kind, fun – after all wasn’t there a huge slide!
When I looked up trees in fiction I came across this article which suggested a couple of books I did know and some more to add to my reading list, always a good thing!
It made me think, what did trees mean to me as a child?
Well, they were for:
playing on rope swings,
climbing or should I say scrambling, using sticks and leaves for games and potions, collecting conkers to play conkers,
tree bark rubbings,
gathering acorns, using the cups for fairy cups and
hiding behind for hide and seek.
I’m sure others have many more things they could add to this list!
With all this in mind I hope I can include trees in my own writing. Like everything there are always two sides to a story so it may be that some of the trees behave like the Ents while others are more like Whomping Willows!
Have you taken a moment to look at the trees around you? What’s your favourite tree in fiction?