I emailed all my friends with the good news that my memoir Woman in a White Coat was finally on Kindle and the response has been amazing. Thank you all. I was expecting you to just use the ‘Look Inside’ feature or get a free sample, but you’ve been buying it. I might yet get to be a millionaire!!
Thank you all especially the first and the last of my Writing Circles, all the Creative Writing tutors at the Mary Ward Centre, Morley College and CityLit, the literary agents who wrote encouragingly but didn’t take me on because I’m not a celebrity, my various mentors except the one that discouraged me so much I stopped writing for a year and everyone else who ploughed their way through my many drafts.
It all started with the TV programme on the Creative Brain. To get the creative juices flowing, you should relax, not do nothing but do something mindless and repetitive. My son Bernard and grand-daughter, Rebecca, had come to dinner. Becky and I said together – ‘Adult Colouring Books’ and then, of course, we had to say ‘Rabbits’ as you do when two people say the same thing. So Bernard bought me this lovely one for my birthday. Hard to tear myself away and get on with sending my memoir Woman in a White Coat to a publisher that accepts unsolicited submissions.
Wish me luck. it’s October 13 and 13 is my lucky number
Yesterday I drove extra carefully to my classes on Native American History at the CityLit and PowerPoint at the Mary Ward Centre. Didn’t want to have a fatal accident before I got to the magic 84.
Started today with lots of gorgeous presents from Joshua and the children and then went to Boots for an NHS ‘flu jab – talk about the sublime and the ridiculous!!
Hard to believe I’m so very much nearer 100 than 1!!
The lovely thing about Photoshop is that you can take a stock image, make some selections and move them around, add some fancy brush strokes and you have a fairly acceptable abstract design.
I made this for Joshua’s birthday but then made a better one using his initial.
Extract from my memoir Woman in a White Coat
I took a variety of art classes when I retired in 1991. Most of us in the art class were retired, but there were some younger people. A few weeks into the term there was a new young man in our life class, tall, with bleached blond hair and green eyes fringed with long dark lashes. Instead of getting out an easel he went over to chat with our tutor. Minutes later he vanished behind the screen and came back nude.
Of course I had seen lots of nude men, alive as well as dead – seen them, felt them, prodded them. But there was something very different about a beautiful young man posing naked. Continue reading More Photoshop ‘art’→
You certainly feel your own age when your children are old enough to be grandparents themselves. Bernard is completing an M.A. in Philosophy, so we have two children in the Sciences and two in the Arts.
We women are lucky for lots of reasons, only one of which is that we tend not to go bald as both sons have done.