Category Archives: Feeding the muse

Botticelli’s Venus

Today I am blogging to a theme, along with several other bloggers I know. We’re going to try posting to a common theme as a regular Friday thing, and are hoping to inspire others to join in. Today’s theme is:

Share a favourite or inspiring piece of art

And I have chosen Sandro Botticelli’s famous painting, La nascita di Venere (The Birth of Venus) from 1486.

Venus_botticelli

I love all Botticelli’s paintings — ever since I first saw them in Florence’s Uffizi Gallery many years ago. I can still remember the breathless wonder with which I simply sat in the Botticelli room. Sat and stared and felt.

They are so beautiful. How I would love to have one on my wall.

Here’s a detail of Venus. Even a digital reproduction on this blog takes my breath away.

Venus_botticelli_detail

How could you not be inspired by that?

Check out some of the other contributions to today’s theme:

  • Rabia Gale shares her favourite painting, Large Blue Horses
  • Siri Paulson shares the wondrous sounds of Barbara Furtuna
  • Liv Rancourt shares a painting of Christ and St Michael
  • Linda Adams shares the colours of Washington DC
  • Margaret Miller ponders how she decides on a favourite piece of art
  • Tami Clayton discovers she prefers photography to paintings
  • Cora Ramos shares the amazing painting Dance me to the end of love
  • Kim Griffin shares several pieces of art she finds inspiring

I’ll update further links as they come to hand.

We’ll be tweeting to #wanafriday and tagging blog posts wanafriday as well. If you care to play too, please post your link in the comments and I’ll update the post. Or just join in!

Images courtesy of Wikimedia commons.


A writer’s weapon — from above

A while back I shared my obsession with spiral-bound notebooks. Today it’s all about their partners in crime — PENS.

Look at them! Aren’t they pretty?

pens (white)

None of these are expensive (in pen terms), but they are a step above the average disposable ballpoint. I have this many because, like most writers, I reach for pens in all sorts of places — handbag, computer bag, coffee table, study… And once you start writing with a nice ballpoint, there’s simply no going back.

I also have so many because I’ve developed the habit of buying myself a new pen to cheer myself up or celebrate. Well, there are worse vices!

I’ve been giving my various pens a workout of late (did I mention the 32 scrawled pages of notes trying to figure out what was going to happen next?). And for this reason, PENS are my inspiration of the week.

pens (black)

This image also serves as my entry in the WordPress weekly photo challengeFrom Above. I thought the photo might have turned out better (at least it did in my mind), but oh well.

Bring on the pens!

Are you looking for a change from disposable ballpoint pens? Perraz is a very inexpensive brand — three of mine are Perraz. Others are Parker and Shaeffer. Does anyone else treat themselves to small presents from time to time?

 


Camp NaNoWriMo update — with Mr Tickle

As Camp NaNoWriMo hits the halfway mark, I too find myself at pretty much exactly half my target number of words for the month. That is: 12.5 out of 25K.

OK, I might have kept writing tonight until I reached that point, might even have thrown in an extra paragraph at the end to stack on those last 50 words, but who knows from where and when the little gems will come?

I’m finding Camp NaNo rather more civilised than November’s 50K real deal. Half the target is far more achievable and sustainable for me. It’s a much more comfortable pace, even if the writing itself isn’t much better. (But I’m not stressing about that while I’m in Messy First Draft phase.)

At this point, however, I don’t think I’m going to close out the novel in the remaining 12.5K words — as declared before Camp NaNo commenced. The options are therefore to 1) accept the MFD won’t be finished this month, or 2) write more words! Up the anti! Wordsling until my fingers fall off and my brain dribbles out my ears!

I’d like to go for option 2 (who needs fingers and a brain anyway?), but I do have a convention to attend in a week’s time, which might prove distracting… Nonetheless, let’s see how I go.

For inspiration, I’m going to throw in Mr Tickle!

I have long loved Mr Tickle, and find myself acquiring Mr Tickle merchandise from time to time — most recently the coolest coffee mug you ever saw. And then there’s this fantabulous cushion I’ve had for years (which sits in my line of vision every night as I tap away at this keyboard). And have you ever read the story of Mr Tickle and the dragon?

Mr Tickle is my inspiration of the week. He’s going to help me storm through to the end of this MFD and complete Camp NaNoWriMo. And if I falter, he’s going to… er, tickle me until I get there!

Yay for Mr Tickle. Who’s your favourite Mr Man?

 


Study in Green (with lyrebirds)

After spending today in the Dandenong Ranges near Melbourne, where all around is green, green, green, I’ve been inspired to participate in the current weekly photo challenge: Colour.

We had a lovely time strolling through the verdant Australian bush — past towering straight eucalyptus trees, vast sprays of tree ferns, flocks of squawking sulphur-crested cockatoos, crimson rosellas, galahs, tiny blue wrens. It was a gorgeous sunny autumn day and our route took us in and out of dappled shade, so we could both enjoy the sunshine and gain relief from it as well.

We even saw two Australian native lyrebirds scratching at the edge of the walking track. The male, with its magnificent tail, posed in full view then strutted into the bush at his leisure, tail dragging behind. Then we were treated to the wonderful lyrebird’s song. Lyrebirds are renowned for mimicking all sorts of sounds, including camera clicking, and we got the works. Had I been faster thinking I would have recorded it… I don’t think it’s very common to see lyrebirds in the wild, so we felt extremely privileged.

If you’re interested, here’s a You Tube clip to demonstrate:

It was so good to get away from the city for a day and fully appreciate nature, as well as embrace fresh air and exercise. We walked for over two hours — not an excessively long time, but more than we would have otherwise. (Let’s face it, I spend half my days writing in cafes at the moment!)

vanilla slice2

I should admit there were, ahem, two cafes today. Grant’s Picnic Ground at Kallista has the most amazing vanilla slices (right), so before our walk we fuelled up with one of these and a coffee for morning tea. And then after the walk we headed to Olinda for lunch.

But for the most part, it was all about the luscious green of the bush, as highlighted in my photo gallery — the first one I’ve attempted. These WordPress challenges are proving excellent at teaching me a thing or two about the features of WordPress!

 


With beads and braids in her hair

Last week my niece, who’s nearly 10, showed up with coloured plastic beads threaded in her short dark hair. She’d strung the beads onto three strands of hair near her brow, and they clicked and jingled and looked really cute and funky.

She offered to thread some into my hair and I will confess it was not entirely my desire to be thought a cool aunt that caused me to acquiesce. I secretly yearned to have beads threaded in my hair too.

We retreated to the bathroom, where she instructed me to lean over the sink so she could wet the selected strands of hair. Since my hair is a little longer than hers, we plaited the strands first and threaded the beads on the ends — purple, pink, red and blue. We fastened them with elastic.

I so wish I’d taken a photo.

So for the next couple of days — until I was forced to wash it — I waltzed around with two tiny plaits and beads in my hair. It made me happy.

You see — and I daresay this will sound weird — but it made me feel more connected with the protagonists of my current WIP, who both wear braids and beads in their hair. Not of course coloured beads made of plastic (theirs are made of copper, clay, stone, leather, bone, wood), but the principle is there.

Not only did it give me a thrill to, er, coin their hairstyle (sort of), but it was handy for a spot of experiential research too.

It’s one thing to conceptualise such things in my head, but actually experimenting with them, no matter how peripherally, gives me far better insight. I can figure out things like: how hair behaves when you plait it, whether it needs to be wet, how long it takes, how many beads look good, how hard it is to thread the beads on, whether you can braid and bead your own hair . . . and so on.

These are the tiny cultural details I love having in fantasy. They help bring imaginary worlds to life, and it’s one of the things I try to focus on when I’m writing.

Anyway, my braids and beads experience is my inspiration of the week. Do you think we’re ever too old to wear plastic beads in our hair? Writers — have you ever employed tactics to feel closer to your characters?

 


The box I don’t want to get rid of

It’s amazing the things you come across when sorting through your junk pile, er, study.

box

This box was presented to me last year for my birthday. Inside was my real present, but the outside was so spectacularly decorated I had to pause and admire.

And my sister told me my (then) nearly two-year-old nephew had lovingly kissed every single sticker before placing it onto the box.

My heart still swells and my throat thickens as I look at it, and I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to get rid of this box.

Now to find something appropriate to store inside it… Any suggestions?

This wonderful gift is my inspiration of the week. Have you ever received something so apparently worthless, yet worth everything? (Kinda like the advertisement for a certain credit card…)

 


Is it OK for strong women to cry?

In books, it’s considered something of a taboo to have a female character who cries more than once. Especially if she is the protagonist. Especially if she is to be considered a ‘strong’ female character.

This is for good reason — there’s nothing more annoying (or cliched) than a main character bursting into tears at the drop of a hat. Tears are sometimes used in fiction as a cheap and easy means to convey emotion in women. If used too liberally the characters tend to come across as shallow and weak.

But that’s in fiction. In real life, it’s permissible for strong women to cry on occasion… Right?

The reason I bring this up is because I’ve had an emotional roller-coaster of a week. Well, three weeks, actually. I finished up at work today after a company restructure, and I’ve been quite shocked at how the whole ordeal has affected me. Let’s just say I haven’t quite been in control of my emotions.

It’s made me contemplate the frailty of the human psyche, even in someone who considers herself a strong woman.

Doubt is normal. Fear is normal. Emotion is normal. Tears are normal.

Sometimes, I don’t think tears can be helped, actually. They seem to be part and parcel of certain emotions. (I know this, to my chagrin, from experience!) Perhaps some women are able to summon stoicism more readily than me, though.

I’d like to think tears — genuine tears — are not a sign of weakness. That a strong woman may still shed tears and not be diminished by them.

I’d like to think strength is demonstrated in how we act in response to the trials of life. How we pick ourselves up off the floor and keep going after the tears. (And as trials go, mine is fairly low down on the scale. I can honestly say I have friends undergoing far worse ordeals.)

In fiction, though, I daresay the non-crying rule still stands. Tears are to be used only very sparingly — and it is up to the skill of the author to make the reader truly feel the grief/frustration/despair/futility felt by the character in question.

It’s an interesting illustration of how unlike real life books truly can be — in some aspects.

It’s probably a bit weird, but this is my inspiration of the week. Anything that gets me thinking about how to channel emotions into fiction, can be considered such, in my view.

What about you? Do you get annoyed when characters weep too much in books? Have you ever completely lost control of your emotions and teared up in front of the most inappropriate people (gulp)? How do you define a strong person?

 


Tubthumping: an anthem for always

Over the past couple of weeks I’ve been dealing with some stuff… Dayjob stuff. The kind of stuff that doesn’t usually impinge here on this blog, but which right now has my head spinning a little bit. OK, a lot.

After a restructure at work, I’m left hunting for a new dayjob (blah) which is sapping my creativity a little bit. OK, a lot. I had grand plans for February-March-April on the WIP writing front. Oh yes, I did. But right now that’s been somewhat stifled as I try to wrestle my life back into control and regather my mojo.

And through this ordeal, the song resounding in my head is this:

Tubthumping by Chumbawamba is an iconic 1997 rock-lark that ought to be an anthem for writers and other creative types — or indeed anyone striving to succeed in a competitive field.

I get knocked down but I get up again
You’re never gonna keep me down
(repeat)

Round and round my head it goes. Right down to the drinking… (He drinks a Whiskey drink, he drinks a Vodka drink, he drinks a Lager drink, he drinks a Cider drink, he sings the songs that remind him of the good times, he sings the songs that remind him of the best times…)

It’s a very silly song and an equally silly video clip (and may have little musical merit…); but at the same time it epitomises the struggle so many of us go through as we write, workshop, edit, query, write, edit, deal with rejection/bad reviews/bad sales, write, edit…

We do get knocked down and we must get up again — and keep going. Repeatedly.

I loved this song when it first came out and right now it’s my inspiration of the week. I’d love to hear of any other inspirational anthems that help others get through those head-spinning, gut-wrenching, drive-you-to-drink-and-copious-quantities-of-icecream ordeals.

In the meantime, let your hair down and sing along with me…

 


Thunder in the night

Last weekend I went camping for the first time in… at least a decade. In my youth I slept in tents frequently for both school expeditions and family camping trips, but I think the last time was when I hiked Tasmania’s Overland Track in early 2000.

Gosh. Can’t believe it’s been that long.

Anyway, I chose a momentous weekend to get back into it. Not only was a bushfire raging out of control a mere 30km away, but the heavens decided to crack open right on top of our heads.

We knew the rain was coming on that first night, but — even better — we were treated to an almighty thunder and lightning storm in the middle of the night.

I lay cosy in my sleeping bag, dragged out of sleep, registering each flash of lightning beyond my eyelids and holding my breath until I heard the thunder rumble. In the dark, I grinned.

As the minutes ticked past, the gap between the flash and rumble narrowed until thunder and lightning cracked almost synchronously on top of our heads. And the rain hammered the fabric of our tent, while we stayed warm and dry.

Being cocooned in a tent beneath — within — the majesty of a thunderstorm is a unique experience. It’s just about as close to experiencing nature’s full ferocity as one can get (short of going out in all the wild weather!).

I loved it and wouldn’t have missed it for the world. It seemed a privilege, really. Another great experience to channel into fiction one day.

That wild night of thunder and lightning is my inspiration of the week. Have you ever been in a tent during a thunderstorm? How do you like to experience wild weather?

 


A fascination with carnivorous plants

One day long ago, when walking in a Victorian State Forest or National Park somewhere, my late uncle beckoned me over and showed me a tiny little plant nestled amongst the leaves. It was green and had sticky leaves the insects stuck to, and he told me it was called drosera, more commonly known as a sundew.

I was about twelve, and that was the first insect-eating plant I ever saw. It fostered in me a lifelong fascination with carnivorous plants.

As a teenager I spent hours in the Keysborough Nursery known as Garden World, where its ‘Collectors Corner’ sold unusual plants that included pots of carnivorous plants of all varieties. I purchased several different pots of Sarracenia – pitcher plants native to North American swamplands; Dionaea Muscipula – the popular Venus Fly Trap; and even some rarer and harder-to-grow varieties including cephalotus follicularis – the rare and endangered Albany Pitcher Plant from Western Australia. At some stage I was given a pot of the Queensland sundew drosera capensis by another enthusiast, little knowing it would prove to be a beloved weed across all my pots.

Part of my collection - October 2006

Part of my collection – October 2006

For years I grew the carnivorous plants in the back yard, potted in a 50:50 mix of sphagnum and peat moss, standing in troughs of water. The Sarracenia are a rhizomatous plant, and I still have many of the original plants I first bought more than 20 years ago. They are very hardy and easy to grow, so long as you repot every couple of years, keep them moist and don’t ever expose them to insecticide or other chemicals. The Sarracenia have these strange-yet-beautiful flowers, which are plentiful in the picture above. Venus Fly Traps are not hard to grow either and like the same conditions… Cephalotus, on the other hand, really tricky!

Several years ago, I was lucky enough to see Cephalotus, the Albany Pitcher Plant, in its natural environment – the locations are a closely guarded secret by locals, but we were lucky enough to be trusted. It was a true thrill to be able to see them in the wild – so large and healthy looking! Someday I hope to see the North American Sarracenia in their natural environments as well.

Cephalotus in the wild near Albany, WA

Cephalotus in the wild near Albany, WA

I don’t have any cephalotus any more; they died when I tried repotting them. I never could get their conditions quite right.

I still have plenty of Sarracenia, and the Sundew self-propagates all over the place. I took to making mixed display pots a few years ago, reasoning they look attractive when the different shaped plants and varieties are clumped together. The picture below was taken a few days ago and shows the Venus Fly Trap among the Sarracenia and Sundew.

Fly Traps among the Sarracenia and Sundew - January 2013

Fly Traps among the Sarracenia and Sundew – January 2013

It seems fitting to highlight my carnivors right now, as on Monday it will be a year since my dear uncle who started it all passed away. We still miss him terribly, but his spirit lives on.

The wonder of carnivorous plants is my inspiration of the week. What strange and wonderous hobbies do you have?

 


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