Friday 27 July 2012

Jam






For a really long time that’s all I had. Little moments with a girl who saw me as a friend. And, a lot of people told me I was crazy to wait this long for a date with a girl I work with but I think, even then I knew that… I was waiting for my wife.


I am way too emotionally invested in Jim and Pam at this point. Ooof. The cuteness just slays me. Which lead me to finding the above image. Cute right? Except that I am now eighteen pages into http://fuckyeahjimandpam.tumblr.com/. I know, shame on me.

Ok I'll stop fan-girling now, just right after I ...



Attention John


I like this very much.

Wednesday 25 July 2012

Days Like This


 I have a few sure-fire solutions for those days when you just want to lie in bed and stare at the wall. You know, those days where you live in Ireland where each grey, listless day is followed by another, the radio spouts constant negativity and people walk the streets staring at the ground because to see how you feel reflected in the eyes of another is JUST TOO DAMN MUCH. It seems to me that the whole country is suffering from a dose of S.A.D. (which is the stupidest abbreviation ever by the way). Anyhow, today is undoubtedly one of those days and since I'm feeling particularly listy at the moment I thought that I would share my go-to solutions.

My granny. Look at how cute and co-ordinated she is!!! Nobody loves me like my granny. Well, I should revise that and say that noone believes in me like my Granny. Any time I spend time with her is filled with laughter, tea, cake, mysterious family secrets and great chats about brilliant books. It also heavily features classic episodes of Cash In The Attic and The Antiques Road Show.

Tea in a china cup.

My favourite childhood books- A Secret Garden, anything by Eva Ibbotson, Harry Potter and of course for when the shit really hits the fan, Anne of Green Gables. I can escape into an old, loved book in a way that I just can't with a new read when things are awful. Dive into the middle and once again you're a seven year old hiding behind the curtains reading in the dim morning light to avoid being caught up so early.

Dogs. I wish that we could have a dog where we live but unfortunately we can't as we're renting and bla bla bla. Anyone from a dog family knows the quiet assurance of a dog laying his head on your lap when you feel low. 

Old episodes of Sabrina (I know, bizarre and embarrassing right?).




Tuesday 24 July 2012

Writing Necessities


1. Unlimited reserves of tea that will languish perilously on the table/footstool/bed
2. Pillows of varying squishiness 
3. Biscuits
4. Someone in the house who is otherwise employed. As a teenager my brother Scott filled this void when I struggled with study. It's John's job now. I'm that strange breed of woman that likes the Playstation; it keeps him at home yet occupied. 
5. Blanket(s) 
6. A steely resolve to STAY OFF THE DEVIL INTERNET
7. Books 
8. Tea making breaks (see 1)


Wednesday 18 July 2012

Girl Guilt



I recently re-read Lisa Bloom's article on how to talk to little girls ( find it here http://www.huffingtonpost.com/lisa-bloom/how-to-talk-to-little-gir_b_882510.html?ref=fb&src=sp)
to realise that it had been festering in the back of my mind for quite some time.

Of late I've been writing dialogue for a younger  boy in my book and had been troubled by the fact that I wasn't finding it quite as taxing as other aspects of my writing. Was this because I was doing it wrong?  I reasoned that maybe this was because I have experience working with just this group, or that I have a younger brother not far off this age. Neither sentiment sums up my instinctive reaction to the difference between the sexes however. 

People often ask me how teaching boys differs from teaching girls. I usually respond that kids are kids. Enlightening,no?! What I mean by that is that kids in these age brackets don't differ as much as they do at an older age. 

And yet. I have spent years toiling with (delightful) pupils, straining to teach them that a compliment did not always have to be reflective of outer appearances. That to tell someone they were pretty, had shiny hair, were stylish, or wore lovely shoes was kind but not the only, and by no means the most meaningful way give a compliment or show affection. Don't even start me on ten year old girls complementing your skinniness. It's a strange thing which begins so early; girls want to be good. And why would anyone want to get in the way of such kind motivation? I do wonder though, does the pressure of being good stop them from being great?

Ambition just isn't fostered in girls the way it is in boys. Teaching a mixed infant class, the girls (for the most part) want you to like them, to praise them for holding their pencil the right way, sharing a toy that they really wanted to play with themselves or tidying up discarded ham from a neighbour's floor after lunch. The boys carry on regardless, uninhibited by social expectations in the way that any  five year old should be.

And so it happens that the boys (who I must say I love teaching) careen around the place, all boundless enthusiasm and eager to go. They are praised to high heavens for actions that the girls have mastered since day one. Neither group has wronged the other however I would love to see my little girls hang on to their innate ambition, fight for what they want, be a bit selfish and not see it as such. 

Articles like this make me glad to be a teacher. I'm not righting any global wrongs in my classroom but I can ensure that they know that they are worthy of reaching for more than the sum of their outer appearances. They don't need to be damsels in distress. More than anything I would like them to live up to Nora Ephron's maxim “Above all, be the heroine of your life, not the victim.” 

For much of the world to be a girl is to have your self-worth tied in having to perform in a certain way, in having to conform to social norms. Even though women live longer than men their lives are often more rushed, more pressured. Girls exist in a sand-timer, in a constant struggle to beat the clock.

Ever met a girl without guilt issues? They're a rare breed. Parents worry about them growing up too quickly,  staying out too late,clothing themselves inappropriately, having inappropriate friends, dating inappropriate boys. And girls respond to this. They struggle to be "appropriate". It's a lot of guilt to bear and not one that we put on boys. 




Tuesday 17 July 2012


On The Doss!

This morning I've been bewitched by the trailer for Anna Karenina.
Doesn't it look great?
The book is languishing upstairs, jammed between a kajillion paperbacks. I am sorely tempted to rescue it from its dusty abode and curl up with tea. The problem being that I lack any semblance of self-control when confronted with some books. And this is one of them. I cannot read just a couple of pages. It's all-consuming. And I can't afford to be all-consumed by anything other than Penney and her escapades at the moment. 
Is there anything more attractive than forbidden reading though? Jo Knowles, who I stumbled across this morning says
If you want to be a writer, I suggest you try to read a book a week, too. Reading makes us better writers. I’m a firm believer in that.

I think I may just take her advice! 

Sunday 15 July 2012

It's Been A While...



So, mortifying confession to make.

I somehow managed to lock myself out of my blog. How does one do that you wonder? Well it's really easy. All you do is combine a girl who operates at a high level of flakiness with  a massive propensity for procrastination. To tell you the truth (shhh,don't tell anyone) I have quite a number of abandoned blogs floating about on the internet. The shame! 

I spent the day rooting around a favourite blog of mine http://www.pinkindiaink.com/  reading old entries and generally just laughing my pants off. Kat has me riddled with awe and jealousy at the way in which she can make words do as she pleases. I could have a tantrum at how disgustingly talented she is  (which seems particularly appealing considering how torturously slow my book is coming along) but I think I may be better off bunkering down with a vat of tea and cookies to read her new novel Amelia Anne Is Dead And Gone.
Apparently it's brilliant.
Hurray for book anticipation.