I haven't done one of these for ages. Have been exceptionally busy since term started. (Goodness, how I hate that excuse! But I really have!)
I have been working with my (92 year old) Grandfather to help him write his memoirs. Each week I visit him (he's in a nursing home) and download the next lot from the dictaphone. I then type it up before visiting him the following week and sorting out parts which I couldn't quite make out.
So far we have covered his war years and his working life as well as what he could remember from his childhood. It has been absolutely fascinating.
As we draw near present time I will have to embark on the editing process; so far I have been pretty much typing up verbatim. The aim is to eventually make it into an e-book for all the family to read and maybe to get a copy professionally bound for him (Thanks to the lovely SJ for that suggestion)
I am going to go through his photos and scan those in to be inserted at appropriate places and have also been adding links to elaborate on various things that he has mentioned.
Oh yes, been teaching my (enormous) mixed age class of 35 year 4 and 5's too!
And been starting to look through my nanowrimo I did in June to edit that.
Parents evenings are looming and I STILL haven't got the decorating done.
But I am NOT bored which is always a good thing (in fact I don't think I can remember the last time i was bored to be honest. Sometime before becoming a parent perhaps?)
Anyway enough of that. I will endeavour to do some more of these as it is a great way to practise my writing. Still no luck with any competitions...
Here is this week's piece.
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Mists of time
As the steam
rose from her mug, June stared through the once clean windows . The pain would
pass, they told her, we’ll keep in touch.
That had
been in Spring.
Words spoken
after her darling Doug had finally lost his battle.
Summer had been
and gone, the pain remained sharp as ever. Promised visits not made. “Call soon. Must
dash. X ” the text had read.
Autumn brought its muted hues, lace cobwebs jewelled
with crane flies. A golden anniversary remembered alone.
A buzz from a
drawer: “Plane booked. All 2gether 4 Christmas x”
And winter
will bring them home.
Thank you for reading. I will be on half term next week so will visit the rest then. I am hoping to put some sections of my nanowrimo on here; comments, as always, welcomed.
