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The builder’s progress (and some general moans). November 25, 2009

Posted by phoenixaeon in Birthday, Building work, EA300, OU, TMA02, The Principessa Files.
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So as I’m procrastinating with my essay progress, I thought I’d get round to the building update. Here’s how it looked at end of workday 25 (last Friday).

Day 25 - Exterior.

Day 25 - Interior.

I think that considering the time of year and the crappy weather we’ve been having lately, the buiders are doing fabulously well getting this extension done. This week they are fixing up the stud walls and the plumber and electrician are trying to sort out their first fixes. Woohoo!

Yeah. Moans. So far, crappy birthday. Princi woke up with the intention of being incredibly difficult and argumentative, shouting at Grandand and then refusing to eat her breakfast. It didn’t really help when I told her that her behaviour was the cause of her not being allowed to come to my birthday meal this evening. There were tears in the coco pops. Sigh. I had to change tack and say that if she could be good all day at school then I would change my mind. This had some success as she started to eat her breakfast. At least she was good when it came time to getting her into her uniform.

As for the essay… Well, I’m blogging, so it’s not being written. I have managed to write a fifth of it though. Only another 1600 words to go! I’m hoping to crack another 200 words before lunch. At least I’ll feel as if I’ve done something then. If I can get a first draft done by the end of the week, I’ll feel so much better. As it is at the moment, I am at panic stations (the essay, btw, is due in next Thursday) and this is causing a horrible block. I need to destress! The idea of not getting the essay done is causing me to have anxiety dreams where I am the first female Doctor Who! I don’t see how that’s going to help me write this essay!

Anyway. Must get back to it.

To read or not to read? November 20, 2009

Posted by phoenixaeon in Bloody books, Charlie and Lola, Coraline, Films, Harry Potter, Neil Gaiman, Twilight.
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This post is generally a reaction to a post on Noble Savage’s blog about Twilight and young adult literature. Now, while I was not offended per se, I did feel a little begrudgingly towards it.

So I will put my hand up and admit that I read children’s books. Well, of course I do at the moment, it’d be a bit daft if I didn’t considering I am immersed in a children’s lit course. But I enjoyed reading kidlit before the course began. There are many reasons that I do.

  1. I have a child.
  2. It’s a little bit of light entertainment. (Books like Harry Potter and Artemis Fowl.)
  3. Sometimes it’s the best way to get large themes across succinctly. (Books like Northern Lights and Little Brother.)
  4. ‘Cross-over’ fiction is some of the best fiction around. (IMO)
  5. I would like to write a cross-over novel, so keeping an eye on the market is a must.

And that’s just to name a few of the reasons. But reading children’s literature when you’re an adult seems to have a social stigma attached to it. People tell you to get a life, to grow up and stop living vicariously through books aimed at teenagers. But do you know what I say? It’s my life. I enjoy these books and I will stand by them. And guess what? I also enjoy reading books for younger children, such as Neil Gaiman’s kids books (usually aimed at the 5-8 years – Wolves in the Walls – and 9-12 years market – Coraline and The Graveyard Book), and even Charlie and Lola books have their appeal for the interaction of word and image. What I have to ask is why do the people who think it’s childish for adults to read kidlit have such an averse reaction? It’s not like we’re smoking in public. It’s not harmful to their health. So why the problem? The simple statement of having been mortified about your mother enjoying teenage fiction doesn’t seem enough. I mean, I would have loved for my Mum to have read the books I was reading so that I could have talked with her about them, and I would hope that when it comes to Princi being that age that we would be able to share whatever type of literature, be it Shakespeare or Harry Potter or whatever is popular then. I think it is silly to ignore certain books because they are not demographically aimed at your ‘age market’.

Now, I wonder, how many adults would own up to something like Little Women, a book directly targeted at girls – or dare I say it, young adults – being one of their favourite books? How about Treasure Island? Alice in Wonderland? Anne of Green Gables? Tom Brown’s School Days? Are these acceptable because they are considered classics? So what’s the difference with people quoting Harry Potter or Twilight as their favourite books now?

I understand that some books are directed at kids. I wouldn’t read Hannah Montana (sickly sweet Disney pap) or Sweet Valley High (not my kind of book), but I have read the Potter series and Twilight. While I enjoyed Harry Potter, I hated Twilight despite my vampire addiction. For me, the advantage of reading Twilight was the lesson in how not to write (while the story had potential, the execution was dire. Still, it hasn’t stopped the books selling in their millions).

Twilight was the main problem in Noble Savage’s post. Yeah, the papers have focused on the release of the film (as is the way of media relations and advertising these days. Bandwagon, anyone?), but as with the books if the newspaper articles don’t interest you then don’t read them. Not only that, as young adults, aren’t teenagers reading newspapers too? Don’t they want to appear more mature by reading “respectable, grown-up” media? So why shouldn’t the papers try to sensationalise these films? Not only does it garner attention for the film/book/whatever, it also increases their unit sales. As for the arguments about adults jumping on something that is targeted at teenagers, well, why should that stop someone who is not in the targeted age demographic from reading them? Isn’t that one of the reasons why authors, librarians, teachers, and the general public petitioned against age banding on children’s books? Okay, the argument there was for younger children vs. older children, but it’s still relevant to this argument (young adult vs. adult).

So, as it is, I’ll continue to read and enjoy the stories found in children’s and young adult literature. It’s only fiction, after all. And, as C.S. Lewis said:

I am almost inclined to set it up as a canon that a children’s story which is enjoyed only by children is a bad children’s story.*

I think that says it all. Fiction, whatever it is and despite who it is marketed to,  should be enjoyed by those who want to enjoy it whatever their age.

*Quote can be found here.

What’s going on? November 13, 2009

Posted by phoenixaeon in EA300, OU, TMA01, TMA02, The Principessa Files, bed.
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The poor blog. I’m neglecting it a bit with trying to get through the reading for the kidlit course. So I think it’s about time I posted again. (To the sound of an angle grinder… Or maybe that’s just the sound of my tired brain.)

 

Well, the new mattress finally turned up last Friday. Yay, I thought. Comfy sleep, here I come! Yeah. Not so much. The mattress was about three inches higher than my old one, and had a button-quilt effecty thing on top. Nice, yes, but practical? Not in my terms. The top of the mattress is done in such a way that it feels like traversing a mountain range. Now, you’re probably thinking “Just stop whinging already!” And you’re probably right. A mattress is a mattress. But it’s important to understand that with the muscular dystrophy, I get used to things in a certain way, move onto, off from, and across things in ways that accomodate my limited muscle strength and movement. A simple, flat mattress would have done me fine. This one looks comfortable, but it’s incredibly impractical and difficult to move on. The one plus is does have is that it’s easier to get up from. But that’s it. It’s not even particularly comfortable. Well, not for me it isn’t, either. I suppose that is what comes with asking another person to pick out a mattress for me. I’ll know, next time!

 

As for the kidlit course, well, good news. I received TMA01 back on Tuesday to rapturous self applause. I had been hoping to get around 60-70%, but the mark came back as 83%. Woohoo! I was very pleased. I’m not sure how I’m going to keep that standard up for the next one, but I’ll try. I’m struggling to get through the reading at the moment, let alone get my head around how I’m going to answer the essay question, but hopefully I’ll get there. I need to get past the next essay as I am looking forward to having a go at TMA03, which is focused around poetry for children. But first I need to fight my way through ideologies and focalisation.

 

As for Princi, she is still my little star. Her reading is going great guns, she has now learned to break difficult words down into smaller, managable fragments before trying to say the whole word, giving her lots more confidence reading aloud. Not that she didn’t have confidence before, but she is now needing less help and can happily sit and read quietly to herself, although she much prefers sitting with someone and reading to them. She is also practicing her writing more. The school sent a homework book home with her last week, so we do a letter (or two) each morning before school. At the moment she’s not too pleased about the writing, especially when she gets to the end of the dotted letters and has to try writing the letter herself. But she does try after a little moan. It’s also good that the school uses the Jolly Phonics system, as that is what we have at home too. Yay!

 

As for the building work. Here is it as it was yesterday morning:

Day 19

Day 19.

Right. Now I’m off to prop my eyelids up with Acme matchsticks and continue on with Little Women.

Another poem – Meat. November 4, 2009

Posted by phoenixaeon in Meat, Poetry.
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I had thought about using this next poem for the first post, but I don’t know… It’s a poem about loss in a sort of way, it is about the loss of the ability to control my body (stupid muscles!), but it is about more than that too. I still wanted to post it up, so here it is.

Meat.

The body bag is weighed,
Hooked and hung; flesh, left to mature.
Meat; emulsified, fattened,
Weeping. Lamb shoulders lament,
Bleating like ovine; hunted
By wolves baying for blood and bones.

The body bag is weighed
Down, forced groundward by crab apples.
Meat; degrading, festering,
Weakened. Rump steaks slumping,
Swaying like bovine; crazed
From the feasting of flesh and friends.

The body bag is weighed;
Come, take your pound of flesh!
Meat; no longer lean – flaccid,
Wobbling. Pork belly bellows,
Grunting like porcine; bathed
In bloody mud stirred by villainous villeins.

The body bag is weighed.
Meat; is all that remains.

Defensive Crouch. November 4, 2009

Posted by phoenixaeon in Defensive Crouch, Poetry.
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I thought I’d give another of the writing prompts at sleep is for the weak a go. Okay, this might not be something entirely new, but hey ho, I’m using it.

5. Share with us a story of loss, if this is something that you feel comfortable doing. And you can interpret this any way you like.
- Inspired by me, after my sad goodbye this week.

Defensive crouch

Strange little girl.

Stupid, little
good for nothing.

PATHETIC!

Come and have a go ‘cos I know
you’re hard enough.

Come and have a go ‘cos you know
I’m a pushover.

Come and have a go ‘cos your words pack a punch
as hard as your kick.

Remember when you asked:
‘How can anyone hate her?’

ASK your fists.
ASK your feet.

ASK your whipping tongue.

One day,
you’ll be sorry.

One day,
you won’t see me coming.

One day,
I’ll hit back.

But not today.
No, today I’ll just let it happen.

Again.
And again.

Where is my backbone?

Of progress and poetry October 29, 2009

Posted by phoenixaeon in Building work, Poetry, The Tooth Fairy Benevolence Fund.
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So the builders are cracking on again and have been here for the last 45 minutes working hard. I’m so impressed at the speed they’ve been working, so here’s some pictures of the rate of progress.

Wednesday morning day 8

First thing, Wednesday morning. (Day 8 ) Footings and dampcourse complete.

Thursday morning Day 9

First thing, Thursday morning (day 9).

And they have almost finished the last bit of the front wall around the door and window. Fab!

As for poetry, I’ve been meaning to post this one up for ages. It’s a silly little poem and was based on a bedtime conversation between Princi and I. The italics indicates Princi’s half of the conversation and the red is because it’s her favourite colour.

The Tooth Fairy Benevolence Fund

Good night,

Sleep tight.

Don’t let the bedbugs

bite.

I love you.

I love you, too.

I love you to infinity!

And beyond…

Good night, sweet

dreams.

Yes, I shall dream

about fishies

Swim, little fishy. Swim! Swim!

And running – 00h!

I need the loo!

Run! Run like the wind with a wing at your heel!

And doors…

Where will they lead?

To butterflies and magic.

And I will dream

about my tooth

falling

out

and about the tooth

fairy

coming

to give me a quid!

(Oh no! The cat is puking everywhere! I hope it’s just because he’s eaten something that doesn’t agree with him.)

Little Red has left the building. October 28, 2009

Posted by phoenixaeon in EA300, General rubbish, LRRH, OU, TMA01.
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Thank the oral folk tale tradition! I pressed the button and send Little Red scurrying into the dangers of the binary forest earlier today, much to my relief. I’m not expecting good marks for the essay, I’m not sure that I structured the argument well enough for that, but I tried. And that was really all I could do. I can only hope that I can continue to get the new vocabulary fixed in my brain ready for the next essay – the one that I am dreading. Now I HAVE to get through Little Women and finish Treasure Island (yeah, I’m still reading it. Other things have distracted me) and start thinking about the next argument, this time something to do with the gender divide in children’s literature. Yikes!

 

I am hoping that the road for the next essay is a bit easier than Little Red’s. There have been many things to distract me – Princi’s illness last week, half term this week, the start of the building works (and wow! Are they motoring. And no, that is not sarcasm), and worrying about debts that I know I don’t owe. But I am glad that Princi is better now, that the essay is gone, and that the building is going better than I expected it to go (although I hope I haven’t just jinxed it by writing that). All I have to do now is compose a letter email and send it recorded delivery to the debt recovery company – I received the first threat letter this morning – and then I can take a break. If my head doesn’t explode first!

 

Anyhows, Guitar Hero calls. I need to wind down. And I shall catch up on blogs and various other things tomorrow.

Picture books, poems and Princi. October 21, 2009

Posted by phoenixaeon in EA300, Instructions, Neil Gaiman, OU, The Principessa Files, books.
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So I’ve just pre-ordered ‘Instructions‘ by Gaiman and Vess. Oh, how I am looking forward to getting this book. But, I shall have to wait until next June. Such a long wait. And such a pity. If it had been released in February then I would have been able to use it for the picture book essay on the kidlit course. As it is, it’s just hard luck. Ho hum. But still – eximacited!

It’s getting very stressful here. There’s still loads to do with moving things out of the back room, sorting the little bedroom out, and general decluttering, yet no matter what we do it feels like more stuff magically appears. There is just TOO MUCH STUFF! It’s even come to the point where I’ve had to start thinning down the book collection to make room, so Skidaddles dropped a big bag of books off at a charity shop the other day. *Sob* My beautiful books! But I suppose it’s better that way, I doubt I’d ever read the books I gave away again. After all, there are plenty of other unread books that need my attention.

Speaking of attention… Gaz came around last night, so that meant a climbing frame for Princi. Not an actual climbing frame, but tall, lanky Gaz! At one point she jumped on Gaz’s shoulders, grabbed under his chin, and started to lean backwards (good job Gaz happened to be sitting down). Gaz asked Princi, “Are you looking for attention?” To which Princi replied, “No, just trouble!” Little terror!

(Oh no. The postie has just delivered a box of choccies. I will have to remember to cancel that membership to the choccie club – although I thought I already had. Now I’ll have Princi begging for chocolate all day.)

Well, I should go and do some Jolly Phonics and learning to write with Princi. I may call radio silence Twitter and blog wise over the next week while I fight my way through the end of the LRRH essay and its further rewrites. I think I need to give myself some away from the internet time before it makes me feel paranoid.

The Living Room October 20, 2009

Posted by phoenixaeon in writing.
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I am deep into the realms of TMA avoidance despite the LRRH essay being constantly on my mind (why did I try to spell mind as mynd?) and I promised myself when I started feeling like this I’d take a break and do some creative writing. I just needed the kick up the bum to take that step. Luckily, Dadwhowrites twittered an interesting link yesterday, one that lead to a goldmine of writing prompts. So, using prompt #5 from sleepisfortheweak:

5. Sit in a room of your house you spend a lot of time in. And really LOOK. Notice all the details you usually miss, and describe them with all the creativity you can muster. Let the every-day inspire you.
- Inspired by ME! Who did this writing exercise today and was pretty flabbergasted at how such seemingly mundane things can provide great writing fodder.

here is my contribution.

The Living Room (on a cold October morning)

Sitting in the cowhide throne, I peruse the room. Silent sentinels, plush or otherwise, keep watch as they peek over jungle toy boxes. The pirate ship sails across the windowsill horizon carrying its haul from Dolphin Cove to its next raid site – Christmas Island. Echo shouts on Butterfly Mountain advertising the best restaurants, her voice returning to her in ever-decreasing newsprint. Horses, scooters and Peppa Pig cars lay claim to carpeted plains, as movie characters and plastic tanks protect the stronghold of Tom and Jerry.

Books, like rabbits, multiply and spring from the table. Knowledge bounds forth, a pestilence of paper, twitching before a condemned fire. Maybe that’s a hint? A parody of natural fuel only used to nourish learning. What warmth from yonder intel promises? It is Little Red and her wolfskin cape!

The Printer sits beside me, sleeping. It speaks when its mouth is not stuffed by haphazard hands with ten pound notes, DVDs, thermometers, acting like Tilapia fish to keep the items safe. Angered by its misuse a paper jam ensues, causing hooligan reactions to the goal-less draw. Adorned by a headdress of rabbit-like poetry and prose, pound coins and practical dates, it attends the USB Mardi Gras throwing necklaces of perfected words to the ground as gifts.

Knock, knock. October 19, 2009

Posted by phoenixaeon in Building work, EA300, OU, TMA01, sick Principessa.
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Yay! The builders have started work outside. At the moment they are finishing cleaning up after knocking down the old coal shed. I tell you, the back garden is going to look very strange. But I’m so glad it’s being done, the extension is going to make life easier – although I will not be able to take Princi to bed once it’s done. That’s the biggest grr about the whole thing.

As for things getting done… The essay isn’t getting much further. Princi is off school as she has an ear infection and a kidney infection, so she is stuck at home with me. I’m going to have to dig out the Jolly Phonics workbooks so we’ve got something to do, as well as getting her to do some reading. Currently, she is watching Tom and Jerry on her computer. Oh, no she’s not. She’s just clicked onto Danger Mouse (dadum, dadum, dadum). At least this post on Dadwhowrites blog has helped me to crystalise my thoughts where LRRH is concerned. (Yes, I know it’s about Thomas the Tank Engine, but a comment I was going to make also made a pretty good argument for my essay!)  All I need to do now is structure it around the essay plan and I’m more or less done with it – apart from a quick edit and putting in references. Ugh. References. I hate doing references!

Well, I suppose while I’ve got five minutes I could do a quick bit of the essay. Maybe.

(Oh no. The skip we hired still hasn’t been moved and the builders need to hire a new one. It’s skip gridlock!)