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Wirral Bookfest 2009 will go ahead despite the closure of many local libraries. The date for my writers’ workshop is yet to be confirmed, but Riverside Writers’ evening performance,
New Tales for Old Byways has now been booked for Wednesday October 10th, 7pm at West Kirby Library. Last year’s similar event,
Words from Wordsmiths, drew a decent-sized audience so we’re hoping that with improved publicity for this year things will be even better.
The gorgeous spring sunshine has enabled me to get some gardening done! The Lily of the Valley root-ball has been potted up now; so have the pretty yellow celandines that Mum gave to me from her own garden. Evelyn’s multi-coloured primulas are now planted in one of the borders, their position being limited to a location unlikely to be flattened during our two dogs’ haste to exchange woofing contests with our new neighbours’ two dogs. Ours are female; theirs are male--and it is spring….!
Work on
Bethany Rose continues, of course. The total word count now comes to 35,000. I’m aiming at 100,000 again, so obviously there’s much to be done yet. Yesterday an idea popped into my head, which used the title of a book I read some twenty years ago: Olaf Stapledon’s
Odd John. It was simply the perfect book for BR to be reading at that moment in the plot. It’s interesting how the mind can hold on to information for so long, even when that data seems almost trivial and without practical purpose.
Who knows how much our subconscious contains, hmm? For example, how many times have you sung along to an old, old tune and remembered the words perfectly even though you’ve given that song no thought for most of a lifetime? It’s interesting how the brain remembers some silly things but then forgets stuff it could do with hanging onto. Or maybe we really do remember everything but are too lazy to retrieve “boring” data from our brain’s memory banks? I suspect there’s a subatomic-sized librarian in there somewhere, pottering around my grey matter, and far too fond of tea breaks for the benefit of her own career.