#NaBloPoMo: Book Worm to Book Writer?

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Apparently, the one human constraint that holds us all back, is our imagination. The only limitation to unlocking our potential. You can argue that even Einstein, used his imagination and therein expanded or shrank the universe.

So to what extent could you use it? The NaBloPoMo prompt yesterday was about whether or not you have a book in you?

Do I? Perhaps.

For the best part of ten years, I have been writing Star Trek fan fiction. The group I that I belong to, is this one  sectorg.org Based to an extent on Canon Star Trek, the kicker is that whilst the flagship’s are shiny, like all organisation’s it has screw ups. The officers that fooh-bah things up so badly, they have to be dumped somewhere, and somewhere far, far away. That’s the start of it, anyway.

If you fancy reading what the group has got up to, then have a look here. https://groups.yahoo.com/neo/groups/caledonia-bob/info You can probably dive in anywhere, and have a look at what goes on.

Back to the original question, do I have a book in me?

Think I have written several, in the time that I have been writing fan ficton. Not quite a library, but a stack of short novellas, at least. My problem has always been, that I can start with an idea, travel through arcs. Plan those arcs in detail, but then how do I get to the ending? Some arcs, have been short and sweet. The current arc that the group is involved in has been going on for an epic three years! With Star Trek on the box, there was always a constraint of a season, and arcs got lost with time. This is somewhat different with the writing. It is all, contingent on imagination. It’s the same when you are writing. I love to read, and see what the fuss is about with books. There are some that I love, would read time and time again. There is a different outloo though, when you try and construct something yourself.

I have never liked the utopian rosieness that star trek came to offer. So writing with Sectorg, does provide scope beyond that. Also, writing is definitely a process. I am by no means the same writer that I was ten years ago. I look back at what I wrote, and I squirm. Writing does involve crafting, researching, and playing with ideas. I am lucky, and rather spoiled, by the fact that I have cracking good co-writers. And when you are stuck, there are folks to story board and workshop.

There is an assortment of characters, this is star trek, you are going to have the odd, the ugly and the strange. I have stuck with one many character and added assorted bolt on additonal characters to flesh out the character’s story. And I am rather attached to the character. Her, yes, she’s a woman, her actions are somewhat beyond normality. But she is a screw up.

I do invite you to have a look around the archive. It might not be to everyone’s taste, and it for some it may not constitute epic literature. But hey, use your imagination, and you never know where you migh end up.

https://groups.yahoo.com/neo/groups/caledonia-bob/info

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#NaBloPoMO: Never stop learning

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When I am not playing on the plot or teaching, I am also a student. This summer I became a trained Listener having completed a Level 2 counselling skills course. At level 2 this was a GCSE equivalent course.

With the start of the autumn term I have started a level 3 counselling studies course. This is A level equivalent and it definitely more challenging. The workload is definitely heavier. There is more theory involved and the skills are certainly more complex. Today I have been looking at the Ethical framework that all members of the British Association of Counselling and Psychotherapy have to adhere to. One way to pass the time on the train, doing course work!

This course will not qualify my to be a Counselor, but will set me on the road to being a counsellor in training. I would one day like to marry this up with my love of allotmenteering.

The process is all something of journey and there is nothin so surprising as fellow human beings.

#NaBloPoMo: Tower of London trip, years ago

Many moons ago, I was lucky enough to take a trip to London and do the touristy thing. I still do go to London, but just not as much with the sight seeing. The one trip that I wanted to make, and would like to make again is to the Tower.

In rather liking the Tudor court, you can’t really escape the Tower. Especially as there were lot of unhappy endings that happened there. Since Her Majesty keeps her shiny stuff there, even more reason to see it.

The Norman fortress is striking, a proper robust castle. Leaves the likes of Warwick well and truly in the dust. Really is a proper castle. I walked passed traitors gate, and stood there to take the picture. I could imagine Anne Boleyn seeing that gate-I doubt it was labelled in her time-and imagine her thinking oh dear. That was the point of no return. To see that gate, meant you were rather done for.

So walking past St.Peter’s chapel, you see the are where a scaffold would have been created. I remember there being a glass pillow next to the sign. I cannot imagine, the horror of those executions, the sheer public spectacle of it all. Thankfully, Her Majesty doesn’t have that power any more. I can’t imagine her signing the Act of Attainder over her cornflakes.

Reading the ‘Shardlake’ series, the Tower features prominently. Even describes the menageries. And walking around, you do wander how they kept the lions safe. That would be altogether rather scary. You have to sample both the Tower, and also Hampton Court, to get a better idea of the Tudor court. Wandering around there, and at Hampton court, you can imagine the daily life within the two places. These weren’t just protection facilities, they were homes. They are epic edifices, and I’d recommend going to both. If you take a look at the website for http://www.hrp.org.uk/ that has a lot of useful information on there. I also recommend Kensington palace. That was another day trip. Checked out the dresses that were on show at the time. Plus, you get to see all the Queen Victoria stuff. To think that she and I are the same height, four foot eleven. Though I do have half an inch on her, to be fair. She was tiny! And there is a rather nice garden there.

When you see the size of the Kitchen’s at Hampton Court, you realise how Henry might have got so big.

Recently, the tower was home to the poppy art installation. Sadly, I haven’t been able to go see it. I do hope to visit the tower again, and even Hampton court.

#NaBloPoMO: Plugging in plants

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Today was the day to finally plug in brown sticky things. So off I went with a thermos of hot cordial. We have wellington black currant Red lake redcurrant Hinnonmaki red and Yellow Tulameen malling jewel glen clova raspberries. I already have some green gooseberries and some autumnal raspberries. Now though three out of the seven beds on project othello are filled with raspberries. I have planted raspberries before with no joy. My two concerns are that the clay may be too heavy for them, plus wetness. There were approximately 30 canes planted today and these are meant to be for the full season. All of them are traditional pink, but I am anticipating some yellow ones.

The summer planted autumn raspberries haven’t done too badly. They just don’t taste of an awful lot.

Trying again with red currants as the two plants I have, have never fruited. Those were only a pound each and I’m still waiting.

#NaBloPoMo: Where did the girl power generation go?

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I remember The Spice Girls. Their idea of Girl Power. I was there. It all appeared to make sense, where were all the female role models?

Only a fortnight ago, Victoria Beckham was named something of a business entrenpreneur. Not bad for a girl band member with a pout. Moving all the way to a global icon. (Did she or did she not trade on brand beckham, did she create the band, and therein him?)

Anyway, female role models. Can you rememver one, in the last five years? Not after a feminist soap box rant.

And do we need all singing, all dancing role models, and for the sake of it, a girl, a woman?

Over the last few years there have been a number of initiatives aimed at encouraging women into science, technology, engineering and mathematics. Even ‘The Big Bang Theory’ was linked with an increase in the number of women studying Physics. Other than Madam Curie, I’m not sure that I could identify another female physicist. Does this beg the question then, are women put off by science? I would certainly say that I am involved in science, as a teacher of Psychology. I teach about observable empricism and the application of scientific principles. Yet, I’m not sure if I could be accurately defined as a woman in Science.

So Science is one area where the presence of women is questioned. I started with the mention of Victoria Beckham. How do you speak about her, and not be accused of cynical jealousy. Particularly, with her association to footbal. For me, she is not the only one to be linked. Arguably, the first lady of football, would be Karren Brady. She was last week made a peer in the House of lords, and can now be called Lady Brady. She was at one point on the board of Birmingam City Football club. Who else, with the exception of Mia Hamm, would you possible equate with football?

Female leadership in sport does exist. There are definitely stalwart ladies out there in the board rooms. Even as managers, Hope Powell was in charge of England ladies, until she was replaced by a fella. Another lady, whose exact name escapes me, manages a lower league men’s side in France. Andy Murray’s mum was his coach, and has been involved in sport for years.

Yet recently, a male coach suggested that women were absent as leaders in sport as they couldn’t handle the sight of boy bits.

I had to read that a few times too.

There are certainly ladies with clout. We have Posh, we have Beyonce. We have Adele.   But what does this mean for the average young lady?

That is less clear cut. All these shiny, indepedent, autonomous lady. Yet where is the translation to the classrooms, day care centres, public forums. I still wonder, about the legacy of the Girl Power Generation. We have yet to have another woman Prime Minister in Great Britain, yet our Queen is still going strong. There is are all Female shortlists for MP’s, yet the SNP only had one proper candidate and she happened to be a woman. A bonus.

There is either  a whinge and moan, about lack of female representation, or the banging of the drum that we have to have representation categorically. A yes but no situation, that cannot be resolved so easily.

Posh, Beyonce, Adele are certainly shiny. But ordinary, I’m not so sure.

We shall keep looking, for the elusive Girl Power Generation.

#NaBloPoMo: Blooms in the gloom

It’s all very gloom and doom outside as the rain comes down in sheets. At this time of the year, the plot is probably at it’s greyest and gloomiest.The abundance of summer seems such a long time ago. As the plot rests, we can cast our mind back to the splashes of colour that have filled the plot.

There are lots of roses on the plot. some established others less so. The lost label roses were new last year, and need another year or so to get going. Previous to that there were the posher roses, and these have really come into their own this year. Newcomer William Shakespeare 2000 sits slap bang in the middle of the plot, a sprawling mess of fuzzy red roses with lots of petals.

With the Big Sunflower Project sunflowers are planted on the plot. Some do not survive the slimers, but those that do, are a beautiful drop of sunshine. Are huge great big hyrdas in some cases, and you always end up with slighty dopey bumble bees floating around.

 

#NaBloPoMo: Chilli reflections 2009 onwards

 

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Given how this year has been a fairly dismal year for chillies,  I thought I should reflect on what went well in the past and see if there are lessons to be learned.

I’ve have not always had the polytunnel, and did rely heavily on the small wendy house. Before that, I had sown and planted chillies in pots in dad’s garden. These had little or no protection, except when they were cloaked with a transparent gardening bag.

The first success came in 2009, and it was more or less sheer fluke in my first year of growing. The variety that I grew was cayenne, I didn’t at that point give too much thought as to what variety. I even had a baby jalapeno plant from the local garden cafe. In that case, I had cheated, I really wanted a jalapeno plant. Seeds were planted very late, but we did have a very good summer that year.  I bit into one, and legged it, pops had the rest and wondered why I was flapping.

The plants were pampered, watered regularly. Kept in pots, as I had no where at that time to plant them. They soon got leafy, very leafy. Most plants were about a metre high and about that wide. Plus, they were cramped. Four plants to a pot. Watered and fed from the top, I didn’t faff with the drainage. They were watered and fed with normal every day tomato feed. A fairly bountiful crop, and I didn’t even tickle the flowers. More or less left them to it. It was only as Septemeber turned to October, that they were brought inside.

The came the allotment, and the small wendy house. Now I was putting more thought into it, and I even had different varieties. Sown on time, and these were really pampered from the cradle. When it came to potting, there were bigger pots, before they had a final destination of morrisons flower buckets (get them, 99 pence of a batch of 6. You’ll never buy huge pots again, and they are good for tomatoes too) . Dad had kindly drilled holes in the bottom for drainage. So once in their final pots, they were left to their own devices. Again, I only tickled when I remembered. I did at this point get the poly tunnel, and the plants were in there just as winter arrived. It is when you get to September October, you start to think. These plants are either going to die of their own accord, or you might have to put them out of their misery. It is nearly half way through November, I still have the plants in the poly for now. They are under a fleece, but who knows what might happen to them.

I have even tried to sow seeds on the day after boxing day. Both in a heated propogator, and on the window sil. To this day, I am convinced I have more success with germination on the window sill. Seedlings don’t grow thin and wiry, only to keel over with a lack of light. Seeds are sown into damp compost in a yogurt pot. This yogurt pot is in then put into a foodbag, knotted the top and into a gravel tray. I did try and line the tray with foil, and then put a lid on the whole thing. Checking from time to time, to see if a baby chilli had germinated. I have since delayed, and staggered the timings. Starting to sow in late January, onto late feb. But when you want to sow chillies, you want to sow chillies. That or tomatoes.

Sadly, I have never been able to replicate the success of 2009. I had hoped that the poly tunnel would have increased the the chances of having a successful crop. There are lots of different chilli seeds in the seed stasher that I would like to try, and I might just put them in pots next year, rather than in the ground of the poly. Scale back the experiment a little, rather than risking it into the poly.

 

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