Over the past couple of weeks, when I haven’t been conveying kids to swimming, netball and such things, I have been very involved with writing — someone else’s. My novel way of earning a living has had me glued to the computer, but trying to avoid the temptations of social media or entertainment while shaping up a manuscript of a devilish fantasy for submission to an interested agent who provided the introduction. The writer is talented, qualified, and experienced, but I think both of us have been surprised at the number of issues which arose nevertheless. One often reads into one’s own work what one’s imagination is expecting to see, which doesn’t always tally with what is actually on paper.
I enjoyed the ‘away’ netball matches below, featuring young (now 9) J near the centre. She certainly gets around. She would throw a ball from one end of the field, and then somehow teleport herself to the other side of it to catch the next throw. or so it seemed.
Not that this field is in a pen, but the ones at her own school are.
Anyway, let me read turn to the manuscript …
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I like the balance between being dedicated to the discipline of writing and editing to getting outdoors with your grandchildren and enjoy their activities. You are a very busy man!
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Lately my balance has become a bit tottery, with lawns un-mowed and repairs falling further into disrepair. But at least I can claim to be a dashing hero — well, the dashing is undisputed, at least.
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Must be getting old, took my a few seconds to work out what you were rambling on about. 🙂 I was thinking it was going to be a short post (yours usually are short) on the virtues of a proper pen as against a ball point pen!
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Only a few seconds? My ambiguity needs jacking up!
I don’t th-ink I would have come out in favour of old-fashioned pens — they were a constant blot on my existence, and paper.
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I still use fountain pens, not very fond of those ball point things
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You doubtless acquired a skill I never did.
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Without appearing to be immodest I’ve always been “admired” for my ‘good hand’, I think the letters I wrote to the War Office was what won her.
I had one teacher back in 1946 who had such a beautiful hand that I endeavoured to emulate him. His name was ‘Bill’ Stockwell and I can still see his magnificent signature now.Indeed I still have a copy of it.
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You are an artist at heart. I have the handwriting of the proverbial doctor on prescriptions.
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The doctors in Australia no longer write them, they are all printed properly.
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