Listening to “meet the author” on the Today programme radio four this morning, I was amused at the comment. “you can’t just write about real life, it would be too boring”. It’s true of course, the novels we read are shaped and edited, time is speeded and slowed, the focus is narrowed and widened, but repetitive routines of life are missed out to focus on action and plot.
Today in my real life the rain has fallen nearly all day, and the tomatoes I picked in the rain were muddy and wet. Not much action there.
An online course on reading novels I have been dipping into was suggesting how sometimes these routines and rhythms of life can still be described even in the best plot time line. A moment when the essence of a season, or regular event, can be captured. The description is not of a particular summer, but all summers, not just one family breakfast time, but all…
Generalising and condensing recurring moments into one description can provide the underlying rhythm of story.
So rather than try and invent some action I looked back on my July posts and photos since I started writing this online journal, to find the general themes
July skies, grey, heavy rain,
widening to cloudless blue,
July roads, stone walled in Yorkshire dales,
high mountain views in British Columbia.
July books for holiday reading,
pen meets paper healing through writing,
July fruits, red, ripe for jamming,
stirring creativity, stitching textiles.