*This post comes to you directly from the "I have not written anything new or subbed anything or have anything truly writerly to talk about today" side of my brain*
So I will tell you about how, in and around 2006, the view from my writing desk looked like this
(I have been perusing old photos, this one stood out, and I like it. Plus it's from a time before I went digital, so these are actual photographs):
It's out of date, and if it were a representation of my life and those I love, there are many people missing.
However. In this particular collage of a photograph you can see-
-many great friends
-including my cousin, taking centre stage (arm up like Bruce Forsythe)
-my boyfriend, Mario, top right (all the good blogs have a clever name or abbreviations for their other halves, don't they? Not I.)
-couples who sadly (only for me - they've moved on) are no more
-couples who are still together and even made babies (actually, just one such couple)
-family from the past (top centre - the only photo I have of me, my Mum and my brothers)
-the inherited family, that is Mario's family
-two girls I grew up with in school, and one I grew up with at university
-me and a pint (middle, far right) in Covent Gardens
-a piece of paper, on which I copied and pinned up the quotes from the Asham Award judges (2007?) saying what they wanted from their winning short stories.
*CUE WRITERLY BIT*
I still find that useful now, and often reflect on these words. They asked for:
"Originality, ambition, daring, poise, wit, gusto. Wonderful characters. A brilliantly evoked sense of place. Fine plotting. Pitch perfect dialogue. I want to learn something."(I particularly like those first 6 words.)
So that's that.
It's not the view from my desk now, even though I'm in the same room. I dismantled that board of photos because they started to feel out of date (those broken up couples, and the absences of the missing people) but I'm glad I took that photograph.
I took that little post-it down with the Asham judges ideals too, but it's burnt in me somehow - it's something I often recall when I'm writing a short story.
So, do you have a set of ideals you aspire to? Are they your own inspirations, or from elsewhere?