11
March
As I
settled last night I had a thought come to mind about the Privy Council. I lay
there thinking about it so I decided to make a note of it so I could remember
it for today. However, before I turned the light on to do so, I had a short
debate as to whether it was worthwhile or not. Caution won out and made the
note. And yet when I got up this morning I couldn’t remember what it was I made
a note about and I needed to read it again to remind me. Now here’s another
thought on making notes to yourself.
Depression
…
No,
I haven’t forgotten what the other thought is. As I was copying yesterday’s
blog to be published I had a thought about depression come to mind; so I
quickly typed that single word as above. However, I can’t remember what it was
about depression that made me want to make a note of it. So the added thought
I’ve just had is that I need to make a longer note than just one word. Note to
self … FULL NOTES PLEASE!!!
The
Privy Council then … I’ve just had a look at its membership list and it’s a
long list, a lot longer than I thought it was. A lot of them are MPs, Sir or
Lady or Lord whatever. I wonder though, are there any nurses on it; road
cleaners, school dinner ladies, teachers, GPs, posties … There seem to be no
so-called commoners on there. I wonder why? Surely their street knowledge would
useful to such a council and its deliberations. There’s sub-council on legal
affairs; they would certainly benefit from having some input from the working
people of this country, people who know how it works at sharp end of life and
not in the dreamy towers and common rooms of Oxbridge and such places.
The
note I made above the one from last night was of a vision I had when I got up
the day before. The vison was of hundreds of words, written in red they were
all scattered and piled up around my feet. Very strange, but that also kicked
off a few addition thoughts as well. The main was that I need to get and pick
up all those words and get them typed up in current novel. Taking that to heart
I did manage to get 1200 words written, but that’s as far as I got with it,
again!
Oh
to be able to sit for hours and write as I used to when I first began to write
to any extent. In 1984 I was attending a local Baptist Church and was loving it
there, even if I didn’t know what the differences were between our church and
Anglican one a couple hundred yards up the road. So I asked the pastor and he
invited to a course he was running with a couple of other people. That course
lead on to other’s and ultimately to my BA hons degree.
I
remember that when I first started writing the assignments they were asking for
250 words … and I was struggling to find 250 words. By the time I graduated, the
OU were asking for 4000 on … and I was fighting hard to keep it to that word
limit. One tutor advised us that if we couldn’t reach the word limit we had
left something out and if we were over it, then we had included something that
need not be there. OK, fine … but I still find it fairly hard to agree with
that statement. Here’s an example …
Moving
away from academic writing now, HP and the Philosopher’s Stone is a fairly
small book. By the time Rowling had got to the end of the series they were a
good three times the length of that first one. I’ve seen it in other writing
too where writers have been able to grow their work as time went on. Part of my
studies before the OU was looking at Islam and an additional reading source was
a book by a man called Amir Ali, The
Spirit of Islam. That’s a very interesting book by the way where he raises
some items that most Muslims would reject out of hand. One of them is that the
Koran as published today, is not how it was written. Ali claims that when it
was first written the amount of writing was short and to the point. He later
became more comfortable in his writing and the work count increased. As it is
published now, it’s in reverse of the of how it first came out.
Today’s
dinner is sorted already, we are having pizza, well, Kile and I are. He’s due
to come to us for this weekend anyway but he’s off school with conjunctivitis,
and his little step brother won’t give him and peace to rest his eyes. So we
are having from today until Sunday. How will we survive I wonder. And I hope
that we don’t pick up his conjunctivitis too!
Today’s
photo then …
A pair of wigeon.
And
today’s funny …
Colonoscopies
are important medical procedures that have saved lives. And yet they’re as
popular
as, well, a colonoscopy. Here are
comments purportedly made by
patients to physicians during their procedures.
“Now I
know how a Muppet feels!”
“Could
you write a note for my wife saying that my head is not up there?”
“Any sign
of the trapped miners, chief?”
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