tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495198733430494988.post3841808054776229555..comments2023-08-17T21:16:22.761+10:00Comments on Life In A Pink Fibro: Gardening + Writing = same/sameallison taithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00762529258195877400noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495198733430494988.post-18480072608889829472010-06-21T20:32:13.498+10:002010-06-21T20:32:13.498+10:00@deer baby - I love Linus and The Great Pumpkin. H...@deer baby - I love Linus and The Great Pumpkin. He'll appear when you least expect it, and then you'll need to work out what to do with him. A good friend of mine once told me that the best plan is to bang out the first draft. Then, at least, you have something to work with. Come on Linus, you can do it!<br /><br />I love that everyone has had 'pumpkin' moments. You guys rock!allison taithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00762529258195877400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495198733430494988.post-85519971881079016982010-06-21T19:29:22.669+10:002010-06-21T19:29:22.669+10:00This is just what I needed to hear today, thank yo...This is just what I needed to hear today, thank you. <br /><br />I have been meticulously plotting. I read this book which is all about sections and how you have to have the first reveal at the end of section one, and the biggest surprise at the end of section two, and then the turnaround halfway through section three but not too close to the end, and bring in another character's viewpoint at pg 180 and I was just so overwhelmed. I've been stuck on minutiae - does this make sense, should this go here, when really I just need to write.<br /><br />So thank you with your old pumpkin analogy. I've been like Linus sitting in his pumpkin patch, waiting for the Great Pumpkin to appear. And he's not coming is he?alisonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09338687691871813019noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495198733430494988.post-5366054960331771012010-06-21T14:27:16.361+10:002010-06-21T14:27:16.361+10:00I sit down to write with am empty garden, too. Um,...I sit down to write with am empty garden, too. Um, I mean, blank screen. I like to think the words are always there, spreading roots in the back of my mind, while I change poopy diapers all day (poopy diapers = writing compost??). =>Staciahttp://myfluffybunnies.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495198733430494988.post-71371077234308302262010-06-21T11:19:56.785+10:002010-06-21T11:19:56.785+10:00My head hurts from just thinking about how rules w...My head hurts from just thinking about how rules work...I think I'm a rule anarchist! But hey, thankfully my husband is of dutch extraction too, otherwise we'd never make it out the door in the morning!!!Libbyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05422169384250471413noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495198733430494988.post-53716100740562881252010-06-21T10:58:39.299+10:002010-06-21T10:58:39.299+10:00Earlier this year our backyard was under threat fr...Earlier this year our backyard was under threat from a feral pumpking plant. I say feral because this was a plant that appeared from nowhere, and took over the one part of our backyard that was used for sitting out in the sun in, i also left it because although I have expressed a desire for a vege garden many times, I never actually get around to doing anything about starting one. Anyway this pumpkin plant was huge, I was excited imagining homemade pumpkin soup from my very own pumpkins, even had thoughts of making pumpkin pie - I have never eaten it but I was going to make it!! I watched my pumpkins grow over several weeks/months - then one sunday I was cooking a roast and thought, right today is the day..... i chose the biggest/heaviest pumpkin and started to cut..... to say i was disappointed would be an understatement, the flesh of the pumpkin was no more than a centimetre thick. So right there and then I had my son my over the rest and reclaimed my favourite bit of lawn!!! JoAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495198733430494988.post-83067615444964284042010-06-21T10:08:57.438+10:002010-06-21T10:08:57.438+10:00Al I LOVED reading this. For lots of reasons. I ho...Al I LOVED reading this. For lots of reasons. I hope your pumpkin relocation bears fruit, or something. You know what I mean xAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495198733430494988.post-57893280286959844492010-06-21T08:52:16.386+10:002010-06-21T08:52:16.386+10:00Lovely analogy. I am one of your writer friends wh...Lovely analogy. I am one of your writer friends who plans EVERYTHING, as you know- last night I took to my bed at 9pm to plan my next chapter (these are short chapters in this book, about 2-3K words each). When hubby came in at 10:30 pm I was still writing plot points and the odd line of dialogue as it occurred to me. As he said, seeing my pages of notes and scrawl, "This is the PLAN, right? The framework? Sure you haven't just written the chapter?"<br /><br />He had a point, but for me I find that it's when I plan, plan, plan that the pumpkins pop up... while I plan, but also when I sit down to actually write. It's almost as if (to extend your anaology) that by scratching around so much in the dirt I've created some room for new things to come through. <br /><br />It used to worry me that I planned so much, and it still doesn't feel 'creative' or 'artistic' to work from pages of notes, flowcharts and meticulous outlines... but what can I say? My garden may be a formal one but there is still room for the odd pumpkin. :)Kylie Lhttp://www.kylieladd.com.aunoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495198733430494988.post-36306689869408751112010-06-21T08:02:25.006+10:002010-06-21T08:02:25.006+10:00Fantastic, I love pumpkins. In all their forms. I ...Fantastic, I love pumpkins. In all their forms. I would tend to think 'why didn't I plant pumpkins in the first place' and start multiplying them.Maxabellahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15761220164069379437noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495198733430494988.post-59803618547026744062010-06-21T07:38:00.297+10:002010-06-21T07:38:00.297+10:00My attempts at vegie gardens have all failed disma...My attempts at vegie gardens have all failed dismally. Let's hope my writing career doesn't end the same way!<br /><br />Good luck with your ms!Megan Blandfordhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12932508388869573748noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495198733430494988.post-89925577782516446252010-06-21T01:48:19.040+10:002010-06-21T01:48:19.040+10:00Al, my vegie patch has become a metaphor for my li...Al, my vegie patch has become a metaphor for my life, too. When it is feral, my life is way too busy and out of control. When you see me handing out bunches of herbs, rocket, spring onions, you know all is back in order. Garden on!catherine shieldshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10535824774062036043noreply@blogger.com