Monday, November 11, 2013

Remembrance Day: November 11

I watched the WWII bombers fly over my house at 11am on their way to remembrance ceremonies this November 11. I was moved to tears and I cannot say why. I have no memory of bombers flying in WWII because I was not born then, but my childhood was filled with the voices of my family and extended family telling and retelling the sounds and the sights of wartime London: squeezing into homemade shelters, emerging to debris and relief that they still lived, near misses, the songs, the funny incidents, and the absolute determination to "carry on."  It is almost as if the sounds of "our" bombers is written into my DNA, a sense memory passed on.

Wednesday, June 12, 2013


Can't believe it's been two years since I've posted here. I've written about a million words elsewhere, from student comments, to Facebook quips, to Twitter posts, but neglected my first blog. What is it about writing that is so satisfying and so frustrating and such hard work? Why do I yearn to write then look for distractions when I actually sit down to do it?
Revising my YA novel as it is the only one close to publication-ready. Two thirds of the way through my mystery novel, and the WWII one is on hold. Lost the passion for it somewhere. I need to go back soon and read it and the ideas will flow, but that means hard work and neglecting the other two projects, so I'll wait.

Been thinking lately about what is disappearing around us: ashtrays, telephone dials, cassette tapes, 3" disc drives. What do I do with all those 3" discs that have digital photographs? No way to read them. I'm wondering if I should switch all of my cds now before cd players become obsolete, and dvd players? Who needs them if we download everything?

I still have, and love, good old paper books though. In spite of the threat of their demise they remain part of our lives. Yea!