The art of writing

I have handwritten notebooks going back years. Some with quotes, some with snatches of ideas, descriptions, or ideas for editing work. Here are just a couple of transcripts from them: –

Observation from an airport Dec 2002:

  • 20 stone plus, he sits with his headphones- bopping slightly. Dressed in black, his goaty beard is hardly worth the effort. On his knees, his bag, he hugs it like a baby.

Observation on a plan heading for Ireland

  • Sitting in front of me are a couple; he’s Irish, she may be English (but of African Origin). He turns to her and gently kisses her cheek, then with his hand gently traces her jawline. It is an intimate gesture I would not have expected from an Irish man!

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I have in my possession a diary of an elderly relative of mine. Unfortunately the vast majority of her diaries were lost. I say unfortunately, because even though the entries are short (the diaries were those small pocket ones) each day tells it’s own story. I would love to take these snippets and create a story. In my mind, would be the original author; a small yet feisty lady (in her seventies when I really got to know her), full of sharp wit that she would use against anyone she felt deserved it (and usually they did!). I will transcribe a week from February 2009 when she was in her 86th and penultimate year:

Monday 2nd February

After a disturbed night with high winds & flurries of snow I got up at 7.20. Did not dare open front door to put dustbins out. V frosty but not much snow.

Tuesday 3rd February

Sun all day, no sign of snow. The council began bull-dozing the Parkes lovely hse & making a bonfire of the wood

Wednesday 4th February

Up at 7am for ??. Another sunny day but temps overnight were -3. No wind. Bonfire going all day. Shelia in Kirton died.

Thursday 5th February

A fowl AM at 7am. Rained overnight. Gloomy & misty all day. V quiet next door. She is at Papsworth hosp, late back

Friday 6th February

V cold overnight. Rained until 11am, then foggy & gloomy – no wind. Bonfire of all the wood in Parkes hse still burns.

Saturday 7th February

Even thou low temp the sun is really strong all day

Sunday 8th February

Mary’s anniv 2002

V cold but sunny all day. The “mart” mob on the doorstep until 4pm even thou it was getting frosty.

 

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2 comments

  1. Fascinating – strong, firm handwriting too. You could certainly make a story with the neighbour’s house being bulldozed and burnt down, and the ‘mart’ mob? Her observations are made with such crispness that there is an economy of style, perhaps reflected in her personality. I have wanted to do a story for years, based loosely around my dentist, would you believe. Perhaps we should both have a go….

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    1. Of course me knowing the author of the diary I can actually read so much more into what she says, despite the “economy of style”.

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