Optimism, Pessimism or just life?


Remembering a meadow

Following on from my last post about my holiday in the Balaton region, I can’t resist writing and posting  a few more pictures of the place for you to see (and for me to be proud of). Now a quick disclaimer, I am not a professional photographer – though I wish I was – nor even a mildly talented one. In fact, I prefer to take photos of things with my mind and remember them in my own colours, however, having recently joined the connected world and acquired a smartphone, I thought I would snap away like a happy camper!


cellar door

The entrance to the red wine cellar…


Hence, if you find any of these photographs good, then it is down to the sheer beauty of the place and nothing to do with my artistic abilities (or distinct lack thereof), and if you find them completely pants then it is all down to my useless eye for a good photo op and not the place or vista’s fault.



A restaurant with a view


On that note, there was such a depth of vistas and small sights in the region that for a foreigner I was constantly gazing around in awe, mouth hanging down attracting flies – a bit like those old cartoons. In fact, there was one meadow that I saw while driving around that I regret not having taking a photograph of. It was covered in rich purple heather, and reminded me of the rolling hills of Scotland combined with the warmth and colours of Southern Europe. A huge meadow, about a mile long and half a mile wide, overlooking the lake and with a rich juxtaposition of natural hues of purple, lilac and green. Nature had carpeted that piece of land in the most vivid colours and we drove by it a few times and every single time, I wanted to get out of the car and just lie down in the middle of it and look at the clear sky and feel the colour around me, suffusing my being and warming my blood.That is my single biggest regret of that holiday.


An old grape press


So enjoy and feel free to let me know your favourites!



Lights out


The Art of Writing Dialogue, a journey to emancipation…

a place to write

I wrote a dialogue a couple of days ago about an imaginary conversation I had with my blog. The dialogue was meant to highlight the importance of the Blog to the Writer. As if my blog had become its own person, growing and maturing (or in my blog’s case more growing and less maturing). Well that’s how it started anyway.

The idea came to me that morning while I was just pottering around, coffee in hand, and I thought this is the one for today. I spent the whole day on that shortish post (don’t laugh!). The details in the post (e.g. researching Walter Savage Landor and his essays, “Imaginary Conversations“) and the act of practicing writing dialogue instead of the usual prose was a difficult proposition involving many a rewrite and enacting it out aloud (if anyone had seen me standing next to my desk, coffee in hand and talking to myself they would certainly have called the men in the white coats as it looked as if I had lost my marbles!).

You know how some posts are just ten minutes of inspiration and others are a slog, well this was a piece that was almost an almost Sisyphusian slog. I kept rolling that dialogue up the hill and it kept rolling back down looking a little better each time and then there would be the odd roll where it all went wrong and the iterative rolling up the hill began again.


Confronting my Dialogue Demon

I chose dialogue for two reasons. Firstly, I wanted to challenge myself and move out of my comfort zone and secondly, I wanted to present the thoughts of the two characters as two sides of the same coin. Personally, I find writing dialogue the hardest thing in the world. Ask me to describe something and I can do it, as me to try and write poetry and I don’t find it difficult (probably because it is rubbish and when it is, then I am just not in the right frame of mind), but ask me to write a conversation and I feel a hole appearing in front of me into which I want to jump and hide until the dialogue part is over. I find describing a conversation hard as I am a seeing and writing kind of writer. I need to see the photograph in my head and describe that, even though I am constructing the photograph/s myself.

Getting back to the subject, I wanted to get to the crux of the relationship between the Blog and the Blogger in a humorous, sarcastic way, a little Month Python-esque in style. I know I would have written something more lucid if I had used prose but I wanted to challenge myself and face up to my shortcomings and the Dialogue Demon. I think many of us forget how difficult it is to write a play or a piece that has to be relived and not reread – and I don’t think it is because they are not as in vogue as novels, but just a lot harder to write. Hence, I found it became easier talking to myself in the form of the two characters. In dialogue, the writer does not have the luxury of “thoughts”, for example,

“I told you he was never going to agree to that,” murmured John through gritted teeth.

“Yes we did!” Susan replied incredulously in her high-pitched, “Oh my God what planet does he live on” voice. The one she kept in reserve for those occasions when she wanted to contradict someone without insulting them directly. The end result of which was that she was more condescending than if she had just said he was an idiot to his face.

We know that John is not pleased as he is murmuring and gritting his teeth, moreover we know that Susan thinks John is a little slow on the uptake. Simple “he said” and “she said” writing is brilliant isn’t it? We can form an entire picture in our minds without anyone actually having uttered a single word. However, if the same sentences were dialogue then they would sound like this (try practicing speaking this part out aloud, and I can guarantee that, depending on what mood you are in, it will sound different each time.

John:   I told you he was never going to agree to that.

Susan: Yes we did!

Am I right? So the mood has to be set within the smallest nuance of the words and certain descriptiveness has to be added to the whole message within the dialogue itself (I have found listening to plays being performed on the radio an interesting exercise as we have to imagine the characters ourselves with nothing to go on but their speech). What is said, and often that which is not, is telling and refreshing. As one famous playwright said (I don’t remember who but I remember he was good):

“…Every line of dialogue has to have a function.”

A writer cannot just waffle on as people don’t waffle on when they talk, especially these days with expressions becoming shorter (I will never get the 140 character lark on Twitter… short is not always sweet, often short can be misleading). But I will say this, the concentration on words and their function are the basis of good dialogue and I hope you agree. (I would be fascinated to know how you write dialogue so please do let me know in the comments.)


Emancipation – how my Blog helped set me free

The underlying message of the dialogue was essentially a question that I am increasingly asking myself these days… Do I blog for me, for my blog or for you?

There is a difference, the line is, I admit a fine one, but existent nevertheless. I am not sure if you have ever thought about it, but do give it some thought now. Is my blog controlling me? I see it on my screen and I see how others blog and I am envious of their creativity and energy. My blog, on the other hand, has developed its own life. I am beginning to have weird conversations about blogging ideas with myself.

You know the ones I mean, walking down the street and seeing something catch your eye and thinking I have to, I must write about that and then having a discourse on the subject in your head (or out aloud in my case). These conversations come from anything reading a book, poem or how someone drinks their coffee or anything. Then I come home and write them down and my Blog rejects some and accepts others. There is a long list of what I have in my notebook under “blog post ideas” and I have reached the stage where the ideas far outnumber the posts. Hence, my blog, my alter ego, my other half, my best friend, call him what you may (just not Bob) is actively editing.

I don’t know how many of you feel the same sort of way, but I find that if I don’t post, there is a certain amount of guilt. The “oh God I haven’t posted in three days!” feeling. I know you all know what I mean.

I also find it difficult to blog every day. The sheer creativity needed is exhausting. Posts like this, where I express thoughts, desires and opinions are hard enough and I often write a few and then leave them because I am afraid of intruding into other’s lives with my silly rants and musings. But the more I read your posts, the more I see that it is acceptable, and what’s more, a whole load of fun.

So, thank you all followers and those of you who like my posts. My blogging etiquette is getting better and I try and like yours in return or comment but if I fail then forgive me. Mostly, I just try and entertain; I entertain myself in the hope that I entertain you.

Thanks for reading and I am looking forward to the odd comment should you have the time or inclination!