Last week I found two hidden treasure troves in the house where I am staying. The first was a bundle of DVDs that had come free with a newspaper. So far I’ve watched Bagdad Cafe (the film – I vaguely remembered a show of that name with Whoopi Goldberg in it and was a bit confused until good old Wikipedia sorted me out), Orlando (saves me having to read it) and Hideous Kinky (might like to read it anyway). There’s still The Wicker Man but I’m a bit too scared to watch it on my own.

The second hidden treasure was a pile of old Mslexia magazines which I have been working my way through. One thing that has really stuck out is the number of writers who claim that their friends and family do not encourage them to write. Worse, that sometimes they are actively discouraged or scorned. My family have always encouraged me with my writing, and I thought that was normal. When I said I wasn’t sure if I would manage to write a novel, my dad said “I think you will.” My mum e-mails me with details of publishers and agents. When I told my friends about my NaNoWriMo adventure, several of them offered to proof read the manuscript.

So now I am wondering: am I just very lucky, or have the women who I have been reading about been very unlucky?


The Perfect Evening

The real advantage of DVDs over videos, in my opinion, is not that they are more compact and more durable, or that you can skip easily and precisely from one scene to another without having to spool through everything in between; the real advantage is the bonus features.

As I sit here watching the deleted scenes and actor interviews, with my sixth mug of tea in my hand, I think what a wonderful way to spend an evening. And when I glance out the window and see the lazy half moon that has rocked onto its back, coloured yellow by sand blown from the desert, I think what a wonderful place to be spending my evenings in.