It depends on your point of view

There are dramatic events on The Archers, at the moment. The most dramatic episode, I missed completely, because my brother in law was with us at the time, and then I missed the repeat on Sunday morning because we were preparing to go to Irene’s book launch. As we are visiting my daughter in the next few days, I will miss more episodes. I shall have to read about it when I get back.

The book launch was very good. I was on the till for a while, but got plenty of time to socialise and chat. Sales were good, as was the food, and I understand my pizza was enjoyed. Recipe available for anyone who wants to try it.

We had a summer meeting of Guildford Writers at Jennifer’s house; we’ll be returning to the Guildford Institute in September. I read out a further extract of the novel in progress. I haven’t quite finished copying in the stuff I wrote on holiday, but the novel’s now over 40,000 words. I found I had a viewpoint problem in the latest piece, which was a continuation of an earlier extract with the same problem. I think we have gone overboard as far as Point of View is concerned. In 19th century novels, no-one worried about point of view. They were quite content to have the omniscient voice narrating the events - and I have to say, I quite like returning briefly to that voice. In this particular case, I have three of my main characters - the boy who runs away from home and his estranged parents - all in a room together. |Because I have been in all their heads at different times, I find I can’t decide which head to be in - and I’m not sure it matters all that much. Nevertheless, I will go back and have another look at it.

I had a busy day yesterday - first getting out some important letters; then to the hairdresser to have a trim. My usual lady, who enjoyed Tainted Tree so much, wasn’t there, but my hair had suddenly become a mess, and I couldn’t wait. I also wanted it looking respectable for a wedding in a couple of weeks. I left there and went straight to Sainsbury’s, where I bought more than I needed, so that I could get a 5p petrol voucher. Not perishables, of course, but things like dishwasher tablets, and tins. I came home and had my lunch, put away the shopping and hung the washing in the utility room, (not trusting the weather) before rushing off to Guildford to meet my sister in law. We had decided to go to see Mamma Mia, knowing it was too girly for our respective other halves. Great fun and it was good to see s-i-l. It’s such a long time since I’ve been to the films - and I enjoyed the spectacle and seeing in on the wide screen. Then I got home, to find M had taken himself to the local pub for a meal. He’d gone on his bicycle and I joined him with the car. Nice not to have to think about cooking. Finally, I did two hours of bookkeeping when I got home - and it still isn’t finished.