Lockdown Diary – 2020 – 71 – Reminder of Mortality

I thought quite hard about making yesterday’s post the final one, but lockdown continues and if the trail of cars trying to access Livingston’s re-cycling centre yesterday is an indicator of how we’re doing, then lockdown may not yet be a past phenomenon. So here we are.

My sortie into post non-contact days was to rendezvous with a writing friend, Kate Blackadder – short story whizz, and have socially distanced, takeaway coffee sitting on plastic bags at either end of some steps in a local cemetery. Cheese and paprika scone – me; blueberry scone – she. Given the number of cemeteries and graveyards I’ve wandered in over the years you would think there might be a suitable photograph. Not in fact and I offer the couple above as an indication of our mortality.

Writing, jigsaw, cooking, bridge – him, croquet – him. Next up in the GH list is The Toll Gate. I do think she writes child characters well and in a believable manner. They speak like children and not as if they’ve wandered off the set of a Shirley Temple extravaganza.

Still Rocking Kate Blackadder, a collection of previously published short stories and one NEW. Here

The Birchwood Café, that cheese scone,  contact T: 0131 446 9873
E: hello@thebirchwood.co.uk
146 Marchmont Road
Edinburgh, EH9 1AQ

Fraser McLeod Greengrocer  contact 0131 452 9786

138 Marchmont Rd, Edinburgh EH9 1AQ

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Open ⋅ Closes 2PM

Diary of a Writer – Waiting Stages

DSC00252Waiting Stages are not novel to a writer’s life. We all have waiting stages. Take the lady or ladies who knitted the above tree decoration which I spotted in Argentina. How long will it be before such a work is recognised in the way wanted? Immediately, after a few days, when the local paper photographs it, when social media broadcasts it around the globe?

How sad is it that so much artistic effort is ahead of its time and only comes into the recognition stage after, sometimes long after, the creator is dead?

What am I currently waiting for?

An acceptance, outstanding royalties, competition results and the freezer de-frosting. The greatest of these is that freezer.

De-frosting a freezer, in my experience, is one of those life events like waiting for an automatic gate to open. It does it when it does it. Not substantially before and rarely much later. Fertile grounds for observing human nature.

Bella’s Betrothal