Leaving: 99 Word Flash Fiction

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“You’ve changed. I’m sick of it. I want you to go.” He spat the words at her before storming from the room.

He’s right, Bee thought. I have changed. Once I had butterflies in my stomach, fireflies in my eyes and crickets in my heart. Now I’m a moth, bordering on insanity as I flit around an external light, my heart crawling with worms, maggots eating my brain. The goodwill that once was is no more. He’s right. It is time to go. We’d both be happier. Some wine, a bottle of pills and  oblivion will be mine.

In response to Charli’s 99 Word flash Fiction where she asks:

May 4, 2016 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) include insects in a story. Periwinkles, bees laden with pollen, ants building hills. What can insects add to a story? Do they foreshadow, set a tone, provide a scientific point of interest or a mystical element? Let you inner periwinkles fly!

Respond by May 10, 2016 to be included in the weekly compilation.Rules are here. All writers are welcome!

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A simple word ‘I’ :Memoir Monday on Tuesday

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Occasionally I get asked who do you write about when you write a memoir. Although some people write about people they have known, usually well-known mothers or fathers, part of the definition of memoir means that it has to come from the author’s memory so therefore it has to be someone the author knows or knew. Memoirists who write about others, however, are not as common as those who write about themselves. But is the ‘I’ you read in memoir yourself?

Who is that ‘I’?  As the events have happened in the past then it is the ‘you’ of the past, would be the answer I would expect if were to pose that question. However, that is impossible as that past ‘I’ is purely that, a figure shown in  historical records, photographs, newspaper cuttings and other extraneous sources to have existed. This ‘I’ is not the ‘I’ we read about in memoir as this ‘I’ can never be reproduced as he/she was.

The ‘I’ we read about (the protagonist) is called the narrated ‘I’. This ‘I’ is constructed from the memory of the living ‘I’, the ‘I’ who is doing the narrating. I use the word constructed (or created) intentionally as our memories are not retrieved unchanged from viewing to viewing but constructed afresh on each occasion and can change over time. Virginia Woolf wrote in her unfinished essay Sketches from the Past:

2nd May… I write the date, because I think I have discovered a possible form for these notes. That is, to make them include the present to serve as platform to stand upon. It would be interesting to make the two people, I now, I then, come out in contrast. And further, this past is much affected by the present moment. What I write today I should not write in a year’s time.

So the constructed, narrated ‘I’ is formed. This ‘I’ I believe is essential for selfhood. Our identity comes from this ‘I’. One of my gurus, PJ Eakin, believes that telling our life stories (and we all do it whether as a formal memoir, over dinner with a glass of wine, in the dating site advertisements, obituaries and on and on) is a homeostatic function as important as temperature regulation or pH and our future success is dependant upon it. Subsequently I believe that memoir is told not to remember the past but to make the future we want for ourselves.

The narrating ‘I’ is the person living in the present day who is doing the remembering and also adding reflections. This ‘I’ is not only remembering a former version of themselves but is remembering and writing the biographies of the others related in the narrative. Therefore, this ‘I’ can speak in numerous voices – that of the child they are relating, the doctor, parent, farmer  depending on who features in the narrative.

But they are not the only ‘I’ seen in memoir. There is also what Smith and Watson in their book Reading Autobiography term the ‘ideological I’. This ‘I’ knows what is acceptable and what is not based on living in the world and knowing what are cultural norms are at the time of the telling. Again these can change over time and successive memoirs of the same story can see a difference in the ‘I’ character that is narrated. This can be seen in the Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, An American Slave, Written by Himself (1845), which followed his life as he went from slavery to fugitive to free man and finally, he obtained an identity. However, he had little leeway as far as free speech as his book followed the social and cultural expectations of the time. He wrote two more autobiographies with the last revision of the second of these done in 1892. With each successive volume the narrative changed as after the civil war the social climate changed and Douglass himself obtained more freedom to express himself. Similar types of issues are sure to have occurred with WWII memoir narratives.

What do you do when your ‘I’s’ don’t like each other?  It happens. Sometimes one ‘I’ cannot understand what an earlier ‘I’ did or believed. Coetzee wrote in the third person to demonstrate this disconnect. Have you got ways to deal with this dilemma?

Considering the ‘I’s of memoir other issues arise such as memory, time, person and the ethics of writing other people. These will become topics of future Memoir Monday on Tuesday posts. Interested in memoir  then also visit Lisa who kicked off Memoir Monday. The more in the conversation the better.

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At the Woodworkers Show:Cee’s Odd Ball Challenge

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An invitation,

I think not

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But to the woodworkers shed

welcomed to observe that which didn’t work

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and that which did.

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A rocking Harley is but one result.

In response to Cee’s Odd Ball Challenge.

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On the Edge: Silent Sunday

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Weekend Coffee Share: 7th May 2016

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You are safe to come in this week. Come in and have a cup of your choice or a drink of your desiring. All is on offer today.

If we were having coffee I’d tell you that my Mum is home from hospital and managing again on her own. The injection she had in her hip seems to have stopped the pain in its tracks and apart from horrendous facial bruising she seems a little frailer but much the same as she was before this pain started. Roger continues to wait for his pain to return but is fine at the moment. Me I couldn’t be healthier (and I’ve just touched wood).

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If we were having coffee I’d tell you that Bundy and Muffin are both fine. Bundy’s health issues seem to have resolved with the pills he is now on and he is bouncing around like a two year old. Muffin is growing up and starting to be reasonably obedient. She does very well at training school as she enjoys learning new things.

If we were having coffee I’d tell you that I continue to work on my thesis. It is almost there and I hope that by the end of the weekend I will have a completed article to give to my Supervisor at 2pm. It is looking good and I’m quite proud of my formatting. I just hope it prints out the way it looks on the screen. These things have a habit of shifting about.

If we were having coffee I’d tell you that there is a new Times Past prompt for any who want to partake but I will warn you the topic could be sensitive and I believe will definitely have generational differences but it may be a hard one for some to participate in. Don’t if it brings back hurtful memories. The prompt next month will be much pleasanter a topic. This month though the topic is Punishment.

If we were having coffee I’d also tell you that I am participating in Memoir Monday. I am going to do it on Tuesday however and if you wanted to take part you could do it whenever you like. This is a forum started by Lisa where we talk memoir writing. It can be about any topic you like regarding memoir and the more conversations the more we will all get out of the sharing.

If we were having coffee I’d tell you that I had a lovely day today at the Cooroy Fusion which was a showcasing of all Cooroy, a small rural township closeby, has to offer including a wonderful showing of orchids and woodwork. I went with a friend and had a lot of fun.

Don’t you just want to cuddle that dog. There was some simply amazing pieces of  work in the wood work show but I’m sure over time you’ll see them.

Well that’s enough about me. What has been happening with you. Are you having perfect weather also for this time of year. I can’t believe how warm it is for May. It is still weather suitable for swimming and that is weird. Thanks Diana for hosting our coffee morning. 

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Earth:Weekly Photo Challenge

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From the primordial mud

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The Earth raged with fire

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and thermal activity

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Mosses grew

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and forests came to life

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European woods

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and tropical rainforests.

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The earth in the arctic circle is cold summer and winter

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where winter in other parts is cold.

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Snow lies thick on mountain tops

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Melting in the summer.

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Leaf litter and mushroom compost

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Lead to rich fields of green

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providing warm clothing

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and food

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Water

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A magic earth but it is up to us

To nurture as it has nurtured us.

Our globe is warming

Our ice caps melting

The sea is rising

Pacific Islands are at risk

Fire, Flood, Famine 

Cyclonic Winds will all increase

Lets change our ways

And protect our Earth.

In response to Weekly Photo Challenge

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Skywatch Friday 6th May 2016 Noosaville 5.37pm

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For Skywatch Friday 

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Great Balls of Fire: Floral Friday

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Scattered: Thursday’s Special

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Birds, clouds and constellations

Scattered in the skies above

bats in tree and hobbit homes in hillsides

Scattered on land

White posts like graveyard markers stand

While the carcasses of the dead lay scattered

and a scattering of the living descend for breakfast

Scattered in the sea.

In response to Paula’s Thursdays Special

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Raison d’être: Discover Challenge

This week we have been asked what is our reason for being or in other words what motivates us. I know I am goal oriented, deadline driven but what is my motivation for writing anything in the first place.

My Dad gave me a diary for my birthday and taught me the types of entries I could write in it. I filled it out religiously for many years despite my desire to write creatively, stories of fiction, being squashed and laid to rest by my 3rd class teacher who did not appreciate the creative approach I had taken to a composition we had to write about Mud.  I chose to write about a puppy found in the mud and was hence named Mud. Her criticisms hit the mark and until my foray into flash fiction I did not attempt to write fiction from that time. She was my raison d’être for not writing.

I  don’t share the feeling many writers have who say it is a compulsion to write every day, although most days I do. I am hopeless at responding to emails as I was with letters although when I do sit down to correspond it is long and newsy. Despite this I think storylines constantly. I will overhear conversations and dream dreams that will trigger a story. I’ll often jot notes. Reminders of what I could do when I have time. Projects will be planned in my head when I know that I don’t currently have the time to implement them. So I have the ideas but lack either the time or the motivation to carry them to fruition.

It was not until I had  a story that I was compelled to write that I buckled down and got it done. It started as a project to be completed for my Mother’s 70th birthday to be given as a present. This is where it would have stayed had I not joined the River Writer’s writing group. I joined because I was in danger of coming to a standstill and the weekly deadline was the motivation I needed to complete another chapter or do a rewrite. Due to their interest in the story I was telling I was persuaded that the story should be written for a wider audience and I was motivated to agree. Moving to Noosa I left behind my writing group but not before we had published an anthology and had a growing folder of stories. Once my deadlines were gone so too was my motivation to a large extent and despite trying other writing groups I could never find one that gave the level of critique I was wanting. This led to enrolling in a post -grad certificate in Creative Industries. My understanding of this course was that it would bring together the creative aspects of writing whilst merging it with the commercial side. Just what I wanted to get my book published. I achieved my goals (although it is not yet published due to some legal issues I had with a small amount of the content) but soon will be.

Fired up I wanted to keep writing. I had another story to tell and another and another. My future projects are numerous but I know myself well. I need that deadline. I need a goal. For that reason blogging is good for me. I can impose my own goals and deadlines and the posts get done or I can use a challenger’s prompt deadline. I tend to do a combination of the two.

The other requirement to sustain the motivation is passion. The project has to be one that engrosses me, that lives with me for the time it takes until completion. An interesting discovery I have recently made is that I have found that a project where the deadline has blown out the passion too has gone, as though the two were linked.

In response to weekly discover challenge

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