Posted in General on November 29, 2012 | Leave a Comment »
This beautiful footage of a rainbow forming. It draws me in, takes my mind off the every day, and allows the subconcious to operate.
These pieces of footage of the murmuration of starlings. A flock of birds used to fly like this some nights when I waited for a bus in Canberra city. It’s a breathtaking thing to watch.
Posted in General on November 27, 2012 | 3 Comments »
Last night, at the Canberra Critics’ Circle Awards night, I received a fiction award for my collection Through Splintered Walls.
Absolutely thrilled by this! I am now a two-time winner, because Slights won two years ago. It’s an award to be very proud of, because it is voted by the critics themselves.
Before the awards were announced, I chatted with an artist called Trish Roan. We were both there not knowing too many people, and we had an amazing conversation about inspiration, the dark side of life, and how to make a sculpture out of my son’s old tonka trucks.
I was thrilled when she won an award as well, for visual arts.
A most refreshing evening!
Posted in Refreshing the Wells on November 23, 2012 | Leave a Comment »
Newspaper clippings. I’ve been collecting them for a long time.
I keep a lot of them. It’s fun to track back and find the source of my stories.
“The Gaze Dogs of Nine Waterfall” came from an article in the Fiji Times about vampire dogs. “It is probably just a strange breed of dog with a preference for blood,” Dr Travis Schaar reported. (Though, on investigation, it appears he didn’t actually say it about these dogs. I do love the internet!)
“His Lipstick Minx” came from a number of places, but one element was inspired by a chilling article in New Scientist by Sue Birchmore, about gory industrial accidents.
I’m fascinated today by the story of Kirk Buckner. I kept this clipping because it described Kirk, a 14 year old, killing his entire family, only stopped when an uncle knocked him down. I kept it because I’m so disturbed and yet drawn to stories like these. Children committing violence, and violence against families. It’s because evil confuses me. How does a 14 year commit such a terrible crime?
Answer, in this case, is that he didn’t.
Thing is; if I hadn’t investigated further, Kirk would be a killer in my head, because the newspaper reported it that way. Nothing is truth, is it? Look at that comment from Dr Schaar, who has probably never even been to Fiji. And look at Kirk who, for a week, was considered an evil teenager.
Posted in General, Refreshing the Wells on November 22, 2012 | Leave a Comment »
Listening to the MOTH podcasts. True stories, told live. Some are wonderful, some are boring, some are awful. Most have a kind of randomness about them, which is how people really do tell stories in person.
Posted in General, Refreshing the Wells on November 20, 2012 | Leave a Comment »
Here’s Mihai
“It was a review I read. It mentioned “broken mirrors” and I started immediately to think at the cracks that appear on a perfect surface, a broken reflection, the pieces that make a human or a certain object whole, the perfect image that those pieces form when they are together and the accidental or deliberate impacts that can shatter the entire image and reveal the little pieces.”
Mihai’s comment is really interesting. I love the imagery, and I think he’s exactly right. The small pieces make the whole. Take those pieces separately and you have many stories. Together, they make something else and, perhaps, the importance of each piece becomes merged with the broader image.
Refreshment came today from my locals shops. There is a bank of charity bins there, often overflowing with dirty clothing, rubbish, broken toys and, more often than not, jigsaw puzzles.
The puzzles rarely remain in the box, but end up strewn all over the place, travelling all over the car park, sticking to people’s shows. Mihai’s comment makes me think of the stories that are like these strewn jigsaw puzzles. Each piece is important; each one can tell a story. But unless you pull them all together, you won’t have the full picture.
Mostly what I think when I see all these bits is that I wish I was an artist and could make something of them.
Edited to Add:
This news item is so insane, creepy, bizarre and disturbing I couldn’t even write a story about it.
Posted in General, Refreshing the Wells on November 20, 2012 | 2 Comments »
Today it’s the New Scientist files. I tend to tear out articles at random (no room to keep the whole magazines!), sometimes making notes to myself, other times simply sparked by the headline.
Here are a few.
The Pacific hagfish can absorb nutrients through its skin.
“Smell of death ‘in air from car’.” Taking air samples to prove a body has been transported.
“Brain signals harnessed to move robot arm.”
“Neanderthals may have drifted gently into oblivion.” This one fascinates me because I’m interested in survival; what makes us carry on? How does a community decide when it’s done, when it’s over?
How are you refreshing the wells today?
Posted in General, Refreshing the Wells on November 18, 2012 | Leave a Comment »
My weekend was very social, with trivia, laughter, wine, cheese, Argentinian Salted Beef, more laughter, conversation, a fete or two and more. Lots of human interraction, which is a good way to refresh most things.
I’m not well today (not connected to the wine, let’s be clear) and so I will be tapping into dreams. Letting my subconcious have a go at all that data.
Here’s Thoraiya Dyer:
“I refresh by going to new places. Or wilderness, which always changes, so it’s always new.
I’ve been to Merewether Beach thousands of times, but I’ve only ever once seen a blue-ringed octopus, only once walked on the crunchy corpses of ankle-deep dead beetles and only once seen a lost fur seal. Sometimes there’s eroded cliffs, naked rocks, whale bones and broken surfboards, and sometimes there’s smooth, Sahara-like swathes of golden sand gently sloping down the the sea.
Last time I was there, I put my bare foot in a green ant’s nest. Today I have a short story I really like about genetically modified ants.
But even though I write a lot about animals, it’s not always about stealing the actual things I see. Characters should be like Merewether Beach. When people are content, they’re all smooth and golden, but insert a powerful storm to find out what sharp or broken things are underneath, that’s what fiction can be about :)”
Thoraiya linked to the recent Oatmeal comic about this very stuff!
