Writing about writing


Words are all I have to take your heart away… so went a pop song. Words, poor words, rich words, are the colour and sound of our craft. The next blogs will show how they work in the hands of the very best. So, today – Daffodils…

Daffodils, that come before the swallow dares and take the winds of March with beauty.

It’s from Shakespeare’s Winter Tale. It’s not one of my favourite plays but that line sings. How does it work? Listen to the liquid sounds in the first phrase, the l sounds and the long slow vowels, then not that harsh, monosyllabic “take”. It draws us up, makes us gaps and prepares us for the sheer wonder of the fragile beauty of those wind-tossed flowers with the great play of vowels like the short i of winds and the longer slower sounds of March and beauty. So seemingly easy, so perfect.




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Thank you, Ewa for pointing out my typo What’s if instead of What it. Please put it down to nervousness – that was about my fourth attempt at getting it all together. The Russians say piervyi blin – the first pancake, which always goes wrong because either the dough isn’t runny enough or the pan isn’t hot enough. the same with my typo. I’ll try  to improve.

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The other day I heard that Doris Day, the singer, received an unexpected present for her 93rd birthday. She was given her original birth certificate, and she discovered she was really 95. What a shock! But suppose she has been sweet sixteen, able to smoke, but not drink alcohol, and was told she was now eighteen, and the big bad adult world was open to her? Or that she was twelve, and was now fourteen? Or in reverse, that she was sixteen, and was now only fourteen? Here’s a What If for writers to consider.