This-stopia

I have an Instagram account (@freyathewriter). Instagram is an amazing place to be for writers – the community is great. Readers, writers and others that find themselves caught up in the web of the community are having a great, supportive time over there. I bought a book only 11 days ago that was an independent writer’s first publication – and it was excellent. If I hadn’t joined Instagram, I’d likely never have read it. Congratulations to Nicholas Crivac for getting Apotheosis to print. Take a look at his website if you want to know more!

Anyway, I digress. On my Instagram account I got involved in a conversation about how the way the world is at the moment means that any ideas us dystopian writers might develop seem to have been stolen by, or been the inspiration for, various regimes around the world (looking at you, governments of the UK and USA!). It means we have to push our plots further and harder so that they don’t just end up being non-fiction tomes. Having said that, in my experience what it has meant is that the tiny news articles that slip through when we are all being supposedly distracted by the latest scandal (which seem to focus very much on the Royal Family these days) have been the jumping off point for some quite interesting and unexpected plot twists. I can’t decide whether to be pleased or horrified at my schadenfreude. It just goes to show, we are all a messy mix of light and shade.

This takes me to my next point (I did have a plan for this blog post, honest). I’m so focused on my burgeoning novel that other writing is taking a back seat. I’m in the throes of my first edit of my book. It’s both challenging and revealing and I find that I edit best with a cup of coffee, under the duvet, in bed (who knew?). I wonder if it’s because it reminds me of when I was a law student and the only way I could have access to all the law books I needed when writing and studying (it was before the internet!) was by spreading them out on my bed? Anyway, once I’ve made some more editing progress my flash fiction and poetry brain cells will kick back in. I do have a list of ideas, inspirations and whatnot, I just don’t want and can’t get too distracted by them for now. I used to contribute a lot to DVerse and I want to get back into that, definitely. It too is a fun place to be.

Which takes me to my final point, which is a bit of a shout out to Helena Hann-Basquiat. She too has been off the radar for a bit (I think the youth across the pond are still saying ‘a hot minute’), but I am reliably informed because I follow her and comment on her blog posts (not stalkery at all), that she is also getting back into the writing gig. I’m so pleased because (a) she’s a brilliant writer and (b) because I reaaaaaally enjoyed being part of the Jessica collaboration back in 2014. it appears that the final book in the trilogy is in the works. All being well I can unleash my really dark side on a bloody slice of this final book, if she still intends to go down the collab route with it. I have a dark dystopian soul and an even darker horror soul. And then there’s my fantasy soul too which is really quite a doozy. Anyway, all hail Helena. I’m looking forward to working with you, if you’ll have me.

There. I think I’ve written all I wanted to for now. I intend to be here on a weekly basis, every weekend, all being well. I’ll be in my dressing gown and PJs, allthough you won’t see that – or will you? Who knows who is watching and by what method?

We are in This-stopia after all…

 

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dVerse Meet the Bar – What lies beneath?

There is no telling what you will see
Lying in wait under the tree
Distracted by baubles, I have no mind
Of the type of present you will find
Here’s to hoping it will be
Something apt for you, from me!

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Slightly late to the party here, it’s time for Meet the Bar over on dVerse – the host in the lively and noisy pub (cos you know, poets reciting in all the corners!) is the lovely Björn.

He introduces us to a delightful Swedish custom of adding a simple rhyme verse to Christmas presents, which they open on Christmas Eve. He invites us to share our present poems with the rest of the bar.

Mine is, as ever, a little sideways, but also apt. My memory lets me down on occasion – doesn’t yours?

Please head on over to the dVerse poets pub – settle in, read, maybe join in? You’re always welcome!

Do you have the answer? – dVerse MTB

If there were time left to us

I would rip the stitches free that cleaved my lips tight shut.

For whilst you still walked this good earth

fear stole the voice from the questions that rose unbidden

and I smiled, or cried, and wondered. In silence.

 

Now, I hold your thoughts on pages –

thoughts hidden in a briefcase

for more than half my life.

I touch the places where you once were,

skin to paper to skin, separated by life – and death.

I imagine you frowning as you wrote

at a rickety table in a steamed up coffee shop

on a gloomy December day

like this one.

 

Would you have answered my questions?

Would I have asked them anyway?

Honestly?

Do you know?

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This week were are asked to write a poetic apostrophe – something I had never heard about until now. Do you know? Whether you do or not, please do join us at dVerse, read and join in if you feel inclined!