A215 – First Week

So here is the study brief for the first week:

29 September

  • Course text: Part 1: The creative process

  • Chapter 1 Stimulating creativity and imagination what really works?

This is where we get to practise Morning Pages and Freewriting developed by Peter Elbow (this is a link to an 80.5 kb Adobe Acrobat .pdf file) and Clustering so there’s plenty of writing to be getting on with despite it having the appearance of a fairly free-form week.

I did do my morning pages today! I put my notebook and pen on the bedside table and, once I’d surfaced sufficiently to be able to muster a coherent thought or two, reached for them and started writing. Unfortunately I’m also suffering from an eye infection at the moment and it’s difficult to see what you’re writing when your eye is a mess :( So I did the best I could and was hardly able to read the writing when I finished. But I did do a full A5 page non-stop so I feel quite pleased with that.

Of course, I shouldn’t really be blogging at midnight so I’d better head for bed. See you all tomorrow *waves*

P.S. winks at my regular Liverpudlian visitor – I’m a Liverpudlian too, you know ;-)

Today is the Big Day

Today the Open University’s 60 point Level Two A215 07J Creative Writing course gets underway and there is much excitement. The Cafe is groaning under the weight of ‘hellos’, tutor queries, course queries, location queries, book questions etc from new students. While the A215 ‘Survivors’ conference is dotted with wistful posts from students of the two previous course presentations saying how much they envy new students today. That has to be good!

Our tutor was rather inconvenienced by a house move just before the course started but, now she has internet access, she’s been able to set up the conferences and things are taking shape. According to the message ‘history’, six students have now read our Tutor’s Welcome message and all of them are female – hopefully there will be some male students to balance the mix soon. I wonder how big our tutor group will be? About twenty seems to be the rough estimate going on previous form.

I’ve booked my helicopter and train tickets to attend the A215 tutorial in Truro on October 13th but it turns out that it’s actually a Day School. These are much longer than the two hour or so tutorials – ours is scheduled to last from 11am until 4pm which is unfortunate because I have to catch a 3.30pm train :( So I shall have to leave before the Day School ends …

In our tutor’s letter she says “All you need to bring to the day school is your copy of ‘Creative Writing’ – hereafter known as the ‘big red book’! – and writing materials, of course” Ouch! I have a 33lb luggage allowance on the helicopter and that means packing a book that weighs … wait a minute, let me check …. just under three and a half pounds … which is a tenth of my total allowance! I may have to negotiate an exclusion from that particular requirement.

Our main desktop computer has also developed a slightly worrying ‘tick’ or ‘rattle’ which I suspect may be due to an accumulation of dust and crud inside the case. It’s just passed its third birthday and the other day, when I rebooted after a visit to Second Life, beeped alarmingly and complained that the CPU was overheated :(   So I think a spring clean is in order … thank goodness I have a new laptop but it has NO programs on it that I use regularly so I can also see an extended session of installing and configuring looming on the horizon….

Now off to read some of my Big Red Book :)

Getting closer …

… to the start of A215 and the excitement is mounting on the First Class conferences :)

I’ve been so busy with work that I haven’t had much time to study the Big Red Book although I’ve browsed through the first couple of chapters. I’ve also been jotting down a few thoughts and impressions in my notebooks, although one or two opportunities have slipped through my fingers because I didn’t have enough time to do it when I thought of it and now they’ve disappeared into the ether. I now have my tutor who is based in Cornwall which is nice and her first course tutorial is due to take place in Truro on Saturday October 13th.

In seven years of study with the Open University I haven’t managed to attend any face-to-face tutorials because of the simple problem (and expense) of getting to the UK mainland from the Islands :( This year, it looks like I will be able to make that first A215 tutorial which is both an exciting AND a scary prospect. All our mainland visits are usually planned with the precision of a large-scale army manoeuvre and it just so happens that we will be travelling up to Birmingham the weekend after to stay with hubby’s Mother, on our way to collect our autistic daughter from college in Leicestershire. So we’ve agreed that I can go over a week early, attend the tutorial then travel onward to Birmingham.

I’m not having a week off though … oh no, I’m going to take my first driving lessons <ROFL> Yes, I turned fifty last week and I’ve never learned to drive – seems incredible doesn’t it? But when you’ve lived on a tiny island just three and a half miles long by a mile and a half wide for the past 27 years, it doesn’t seem quite so necessary… Obviously I won’t be thinking of a test any time soon,  (I probably won’t get to take any more proper lessons until February at the earliest) but at least it will be a start. I’m hoping to manage ten hours of driving lessons in the five full days between arriving in Birmingham and leaving to collect daughter/drive down south to friends en route for our return flight to the islands. Hubby nearly keeled over in astonishment when I made this suggestion so wish me luck!

I spent most of Sunday gardening … well, in the greenhouse anyway. Four years ago I had a free gift of 30 freesia corms and this year I tipped out the three pots to find hundreds of freesia bulbs ranging from hefty whoppers to tiny sub-pea sized dots. It took me ages to sort the corms from the soil, then I divided them into Big/Medium/Small and potted them up into three separate large pots. They’re now under the greenhouse staging where they’ve joined the five pots of pink and blue hyacinths that have been slowly increasing for the last four or five years too. I moved my Stephanotis Floribunda from the greenhouse up into the Gallery because she is in full bloom – both looking and smelling gorgeous :) The plant is fifteen years old now and I grew it from a tiny pre-germinated seed – hard to believe when I unwound yards of stephanotis vine that had grown right up to the top of my 18ft x 12ft greenhouse this spring. I did the same to her big sister who is too big to bring up from the greenhouse, tying them firmly to supports and warning them not to get out of hand so quickly next time.

I’ve spent many hours both over the weekend and today trying to sort out an acrimonious squabble between my already installed Kaspersky Antivirus 6 and my newly-updated Zone Alarm free firewall. It turns out that the latest Zone Alarm release is incompatible with Kaspersky Antivirus 7 but also, somehow, managed to wreck my existing installation of KAV 6. If one worked, the other didn’t, and I was close to banging my head against the nearest wall on several occasions. I have installed and uninstalled both and, eventually managed to get them to work together amicably by installing KAV 6 and then the previous release of Zone Alarm (a combination which was working perfectly well until ZA advised me to update to the latest release). The only problem is that the new installation of KAV is insisting on doing a ‘Full System Scan’ and it takes about three and a half to four hours :(

At last!

Well, I waited anxiously all day yesterday for the Island Carriers van to pull into our drive bearing the precious A215 course materials parcel but I waited in vain :(

This morning, just as I was putting out the ‘Open’ signs for the Gallery, the long-awaited behemoth lumbered into the drive and the sandy-haired young man unfolded long limbs from the driving seat, opened the back doors and reached into the darkness within ….

Moments later, I had the precious parcel in my hands, managed a fleeting ‘thanks’ over my shoulder and scurried up the steps into the house, clutching it tightly to my chest. “It’s here!” I squeaked excitedly to no-one and plonked it on the bench in the office with a resounding thud … only to be called away immediately by customers coming into the Gallery :\

It was almost an hour later that I managed to return to the office and finally snip the thick flat white bindings. Inside was The Big Red Book resplendent in its fiery covers, a Study Guide to match, a plastic-wrapped packet of CDs, the OU’s Applications Disk version 9 and various other leaflets and sheets of information. I could have danced round the Office :)

Later on, when The Artist returned, I hurried off downstairs to peruse the course materials. It dawned on me that, as well as a lot of writing in the course, there is also going to be a lot of reading as well.

Here I have to confess, somewhat shame-faced, that I very rarely read fiction in book form. In fact, I don’t read much fiction at all. If I do read a book it’s usually non-fiction, principally gardening books, cookery books, computer books etc. I did borrow a couple of books from my Mother-in-Law’s bookcase when we were last in Birmingham – one is “The God of Small Things” by Arundhati Roy and the other is “Bel Canto” by Anne Patchett. But I admit they’ve been sitting on my desk for two weeks and I haven’t done more than read the blurb on the back covers …

I have, however, broken through the writer’s block that meant I’ve been carrying a notebook and pen around with me, expectantly, for the last five days. I finally made some brief notes about the shadows of house martins flickering across the sunny granite wall of the barn opposite our bedroom window :)

Oh, and I had a nice birthday yesterday even though I spent the morning cleaning one of our apartments ready for new guests. I had a lazy afternoon on the computer and then we went out for a fabulous meal courtesy of the Mad Swiss chef at our favourite restaurant … complete with a single lighted pink candle stuck slightly awkwardly into the ‘creme’ at the very edge of the golden crackly ‘brulee’ that I chose for my dessert :) Cheers!

Course materials on their way!

Until yesterday my OU Student Homepage said my course materials weren’t due to be despatched until September 21st for a September 29th start and, since I registered late for the course, I wasn’t expecting them for at least another week.

But since students starting posting on the A215 open conference that their course materials had already arrived, I went to look at my homepage. Yes, my materials have been despatched but because they are coming by DHL, they’re going to have a sea journey before they reach me….

Status Date Time Signatory Branch
Receipt Stamped 12/09/07 08:52   TRURO SERVICE CENTRE
Out for delivery 12/09/07 06:51   TRURO SERVICE CENTRE
Held – Awaiting Booking-In Date 11/09/07 11:25   TRURO SERVICE CENTRE
Islands & Highlands – Sea 11/09/07 11:24   TRURO SERVICE CENTRE
Arrived At Depot 11/09/07 06:12   TRURO SERVICE CENTRE
Arrived At Depot 11/09/07 00:44   BRISTOL TERMINAL
Departed Depot 10/09/07 19:55   HATFIELD TERMINAL
Arrived At Depot 10/09/07 19:54   HATFIELD TERMINAL
In Transit 10/09/07     HATFIELD TERMINAL
Shipment Data Received 10/09/07     MILTON KEYNES SERVICE CENTRE

I’m not sure if the above details mean that the parcel has made the journey from Truro to Penzance to catch the Scillonian III’s departure at 9.15am this morning or if it’s still in transit. I’m really hoping it’s already on the boat chugging its way across the 28 miles of open sea between Penzance and Scilly :) It may not arrive today anyway because the boat doesn’t dock until about midday and the parcel may not make it into today’s postal delivery. Maybe tomorrow ….

We’re busy today anyway because we’re having a barbecue this evening and have invited some friends round. We’re having steak, chicken and Mediterranean monkfish kebabs. I’m also going to make Chocolate Mousse for dessert which will make The Artist very happy :)   We’re planning to eat at 6pm because the evenings are drawing in a little and the wind can make things feel chilly once the sun is nearing the horizon. (Unfortunately we also have customers coming round at 5.30pm, which is after we usually close the Gallery, but they want an original watercolour so we shall have to juggle barbecue and business.)

Tomorrow is my birthday … and also change over day in our apartments – so we will be busy doing the cleaning and keeping an eye on the Gallery. The Artist has put sultanas to soak in brandy so there is a Chocolate Refrigerator Cake in the offing, I suspect. It’s the big Five Oh but, to be honest, I don’t feel fifty at all :)

Ouch!

After yesterday’s hard work in the garden, sleep didn’t come easily or comfortably to me last night. I tossed and turned, groaning each time I shifted in position, muscles across the small of my back going into painful spasms that froze me immobile for a few seconds each time. I should know better but I enjoy gardening and there are always so many jobs to be done.

So this morning I could barely roll out of bed and straighten up. I briefly considered painkillers butI don’t like taking them for backache because I feel a need to be aware of the pain. Pain is there for a reason – it says ‘Don’t go any further!’ and I suspect I might be less careful if painkillers were suppressing my body’s natural warning system. So I took one of the tablets that the doctor prescribed for my lumbago a while back, since that was the characteristic of the pain, and fortunately it helped ease the backache.

I also made sure I kept moving because I know, as sure as eggs is eggs, if I adopt a policy of making the least movement possible, that my body will seize up and be even more painful. The best solution is to carry on as normally as feasible and the aches will gradually diminish. So I continued with my work at a reduced level, including hoovering and other housework.

The backache did ease very gradually over the course of the morning and I was feeling reasonably comfortable by lunchtime. Of course, sitting down for lunch made my back seize up again but not as badly as this morning. I made sure I got up from my chair in the office at frequent intervals this afternoon, especially to make copious mugs of tea :)

This evening, sitting at my office chair typing this, I am conscious of my back stiffening again but I’m headed off to bed early and will take another of the lumbago tablets before I go to sleep. I’m hoping to get a better night tonight …

On a more cheerful note, students on the A215 open conference on First Class are reporting that the first of their course materials turned up this morning :) Most of them seemed to be in London and other cities so I’m not holding out much hope of receiving mine any time soon :( The Post Office was always pretty good but if it’s DHL then I expect my parcel will still be several days away from delivery, especially since I signed up for the course quite late. Now where did I put that notebook?

Gardening

I’m tired and I ache all over, especially my back, shoulders and neck :( I spent about six hours working in the greenhouse and garden today and my poor (almost-fifty year old) body has been grumbling and groaning since I came indoors at 6.30pm.

It’s my own fault – I should know better than to drag a whopping great big pallet across the grass when I know such a foolish action could set off my sciatica. Why did I need the pallet? Well, I have mealy bugs on my Christmas and Easter cacti and I bought some Ultimate Bug Killer spray yesterday so I could DEAL with them – nasty little blighters! It comes in a bright yellow spray bottle and the precautions are fairly stringent. So I had to line the cacti up on the wooden pallet and wait until early evening when the wildlife was trundling off home before I could blast the mealybugs lurking in the nooks and crannies of the plants with the death-dealing liquid.

I’ve also sowed seeds of basil and parsley to keep in pots in the greenhouse for winter herbs, taken lots of cuttings of geraniums (zonal pelargoniums) including one of my favourites, Frank Headley, with its silver-edged green leaves and single soft salmon pink blooms, potted up all the hyacinth bulbs that flowered last year as well as three prepared white ones (which have been relegated to a cupboard in the shed), untangled/pruned/tied in and tamed two jasmine polyanthum that were attempting to take over the far end of the greenhouse, lopped off and ditched huge chunks of some of the rather tatty ‘motherplant’ zonal pelargoniums, and evicted about a dozen caterpillars in shades of green, khaki, brown and silver which were chewing holes in said pelargoniums.

Every time I walk past our two pear trees, one a Conference and one a Concorde (but don’t ask me which is which) there is a great kerfuffle as up to a dozen starlings take wing in fright. The bl**dy birds are eating the pears off the branches … well, the ones they can reach anyway, and leaving just the stalk and empty skin. Even worse, they are shi**ing all over the pears below the ones they are eating … URGH!!! I hurl colourful invectives at them, I stamp, I wave my arms and even run around the trees but they come back as soon as I go away. I know there are enough pears to go round, I know they can only eat the pears that they can reach by sitting on a branches, I know that the pears aren’t even properly ripe yet, but the sight of the birds in the trees makes me really cross.

Our house could be called ‘Starling Towers’ because we have nests in three out of four corners of the roof and the resident flock of starlings is just that – resident. They don’t leave in the autumn and return in the spring, they are here all year round. Mind you, they are glorious to watch when they do their ’swooping-as-one’ performance over the beach in the evening, silhouetted against the pale blue, grey and pink evening sky.

The House Martins have been very active again today, feeding and flying, occasionally sitting on the telephone wires and twittering excitedly to each other and the time approaches for the big departure.

Now I think I shall hobble off to bed doing a very good ‘hunchback’ impression … goodnight all.

Notebooks

From reading about A215, I gather that notebooks are ‘de rigeur’ for the course and students are strongly encouraged to use them. I don’t know what the collective term for notebooks is but I might suggest a ‘nervousness’ of notebooks, drawn from the feeling often experienced when faced with a blank white page … or multiples thereof.

I’m now the proud owner of a ‘nervousness’ of notebooks which lurk in the depths of the document bag that appeared as a free gift when we purchased a large number of envelopes from an online supplier recently. I picked up a couple of new ones this morning from a local shop – they are dressed in matching vertical wavy pastel stripes and one is A5 while the other is smaller (A6? A7?). The smaller one should be suitable for keeping close by and jotting down those sudden thoughts or ideas that arrive unannounced in the middle of the washing up. I’m thinking the other one might be useful for ‘Morning Pages’.

When I read about ‘Morning Pages’ I was … well … taken aback, might be a good description. Write three pages longhand of random thoughts first thing in the morning???? Don’t get me wrong, I’m quick on the draw with a keyboard but I also do quite a lot of longhand writing as well. Additionally, my handwriting has been described as ‘delightful’ and ‘beautiful’ so I shouldn’t have much difficulty reading what I’ve written. But the idea of hanging loose and just jotting down the random thoughts that bounce around my brain first thing in the morning is a daunting challenge.

You see, I’m your typical Virgo – definitely a perfectionist, conscientious and well-organised. I don’t do ‘hanging loose’ very easily and I can worry at a piece of written work ad infinitum until I get as close to perfect as possible. Drafting and rewriting are second nature and I can see myself doing a lot of that over the next nine months. It’s actually the ‘creative’ part of A215 that will be hard for me, especially at first I think, because so much of my writing tends to be formal and factual.

So I’ll leave you with a limerick that bounced fairly effortlessly into my mind on October 30th 2002 (according to the notepad file where I saved it)

The problem with being a perfectionist
Is summed up by one word – rejectionist.
If things are not right
I get all uptight
And swiftly become a trajectionist!

 

House Martins

This year we have had a plethora of House Martins :)

House Martins – Birds of Britain website

House Martins – Wikipedia

They are swift, agile birds with black caps, dark steely-blue uppersides and creamy white tummies, who arrive in the UK in the spring and early summer, nest, raise their young and then depart for their wintering grounds in Africa. Our first lodgers arrived late in the summer about three years ago and proceeded to build a nest on a sloping guttering downpipe just below the wide eaves of our three storey house. They only just managed to raise their first brood in time for their autumn departure but we reckon they got about four fledgelings raised to adulthood. They returned, again late in the summer, last year and repeated their performance. Another pair of House Martins built a nest on an identical guttering downpipe on the other side of the house but we weren’t sure if they managed to raise a brood – perhaps they were the previous year’s offspring.

This year, we had House Martins much earlier in the summer but they seemed rather unfocused on the job in hand – flying around and feeding on the wing, making desultory attempts to repair the nest, giving up, trying again a few days later. We suspect that they might have been last year’s offspring returning ahead of their parents. Then more birds turned up and there were some fairly fierce arguments about who would take possession of the two winter-ravaged nests. At times eight or more House Martins were swooping and twittering around the nests. Eventually, they decided on the ‘pecking order’ and a pair took residence in each nest, repairing them and laying eggs.

So the first broods emerged much earlier this year and we were delighted to observe at least three fledgelings from each nest take to the air, with a great deal of encouragement from their parents. Even better, one of the downpipes became a ‘terrace’ with a second nest being built touching the original and more eggs being laid! Once the original brood had flown the nest, more eggs were laid and the second broods have just emerged from the nests to take to the wing :)

I stood in the garden yesterday evening just as dusk was falling and there were at least sixteen House Martins swooping overhead in blindingly fast acrobatic moves, twittering and chirrupping excitedly, as if the urge to fly south for the winter was becoming irresistible.

This morning some of them were really enjoying themselves, playing chase at top speed, ducking and diving, swerving and dipping until I felt quite dizzy watching them. I wondered if that was ‘the kids’ because other adult birds seemed to be intent on the nest. On closer inspection, I could see one tiny black-capped head poking through the side entrance of the mud structure and the fledgeling was keeping up an almost constant nervous demanding chirrup. One after the other, birds flew up to the nest, clung on for a few moments, twittering furiously as if scolding the errant youngster, before loosing their hold and skimming away. It looked as if they had an ultra-wimpy baby and were trying to coax it out of the nest.

It’s not unusual for House Martins to leave unfledged or unready youngsters behind when they depart UK shores for their distant wintering grounds. Then starvation or hypothermia will finish them off. I hope this won’t be the case for Wimpy but he/she is going to have to find some courage from somewhere and get used to venturing out of the safety of the nest.

I shall miss the House Martins and the sudden dark flash as they whisk past in a blink, twittering and chirruping as they do. They’ve been wonderful amusement this summer, hunting low for insects over the roads and nearby pond – even over the beach with its heaped up piles of seaweed – and indulging in astonishing aerobatics just for the sheer joy of it.

Concentrating on this blog now

I’ve decided to mothball my blog over on Blogger.com Lyonesse Notebook and concentrate on this blog for my Open University A215 Creative Writing studies. It makes it simpler just to have one blog and, to be honest, I prefer WordPress, especially the Stats facility :) I’ll keep Lyonesse Notebook and may use it for something else in the future.

I logged in to First Class this morning (the OU’s online conferencing facility) and found two new conferences had materialised on my desktop so I dashed over to StudentHome and discovered that the A215 course details have appeared on my page :) So my registration and payment has gone through – A215 here I come …. but wait a minute, nothing opens until September 27th… that’s only two days before the official start of the course !!!

*cue slump of disappointment*

Even the materials aren’t due to be despatched until September 21st :(

I know, I know, it’s not that far off but it feels like years and years. I feel a visit to Amazon coming on … but now they use ParcelNet instead of Royal Mail it takes forever for stuff to reach me. I ordered a new external hard drive and it was due to be delivered between 17th and 23rd August but didn’t turn up until August 28th :( So I think I’ll be cheeky and use Amazon as a resource then buy the books from The Book Depository or somewhere similar since they not only use Royal Mail but they also don’t charge for postage :)

Now I’m off to play with my new laptop …