Pirates Required
Amazingly*, the flashmob is on tomorrow!
(*Not that amazing if you subscribe to the time-space continuum.)
Who wants to help hand out free lollies (you’ll need to be someone I know and trust) and/or short-short stories?
Please bring digital cameras for still photos to send to various media.
I’d like someone to come with a video camera – all flashmobs should be recorded, since they’re basically performance art (although you’ll need to check with parents if you’re filming kids).
How to spot me on the day (eg to check who are the okay people to take lollies from): 175cm in heels, black corset, green lacey wrap, full-length red skirt. Probably shivering (also probably wearing a loose white undershirt). I will be there from about 1:00pm.
I’ll be handing out eyepatches etc to anyone who asks.
See ye on the morrow!
The details:
Lyneham shops (Canberra) outside Tillies and the bookshop.
Be piratical from: 2:00-2:30pm (ideally showing up disguised as a normal person beforehand for maximum effect).
Enjoy lollies, short-short stories, conversation (piratical or otherwise), the bookshop, and the two neighbouring cafes as long as you like!
One example of how it's done
I survived Year Five (and also Year Six)
Today I visited a primary school and took over two Year 5/6 classes for about an hour each. I met Aiden, Riley, Andrea, Nathan and many others.
Teaching is a little bit like getting executed and a little bit like having God-like powers. The combination is confusing, to say the least.
The kids were startlingly responsive, and I enjoyed myself. I think they did too. It’ll be interesting to see if any of them start following me on twitter over the next few days (or comment on this!)
I had them write character sheets and story outlines. The influence of “Twilight” was clear by the large numbers of vampires, and of very emo immortals. I had this conversation a few times:
“Your character sounds interesting. So what makes him happy?”
“Nothing.”
“Does he enjoy anything?”
“No.”
“So. . . he’s trying to be happy?”
“No. Not really.”
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Clearly Edward Cullen, yes?
A lot of the story ideas were BRILLIANT. In one class, we had a character who could fly. Her problems were that (a) She couldn’t stop – even when she slept (b) SHE WAS CONTAGIOUS! (I am definitely stealing that idea.)
In another class, our character had psychokinetic powers (since when do kids know what that word means?) They gave him the problem that whenever he used his powers, he fainted. What a great problem!
Conclusion
Pirates: 1
Ninjas: 0
Oh! I almost forgot! It’s just two days until the pirate flashmob this Saturday.
How to join: show up at the Lyneham shops (outside the second-hand bookshop) at 2:00-2:30pm this Saturday in a pirate outfit (or just show up, and I’ll give ye an eyepatch). Bring your friends!
The Fear
I love the old farmer’s idea of how to get things done when you’re scared of them: “Throw your hat over the fence.” There’s a metaphorical dog on the other side of the fence, but you’re determined – so you throw your hat over. Then you have to face the dog to get your hat back.
My hat’s thrown.
So far I’m committed to teach short story writing at four different Canberra schools. I’ve advertised a flashmob on radio, in newspapers, and (hopefully) it will end up being on TV (particularly if people show up). I have over a hundred followers on twitter, and more who will be following the story on my twittertales.wordpress.com blog or elsewhere.
Scared now.
Meh.
PS Not following me yet? Join twitter (it won’t spam you – not even with my story) at:
http://twitter.com/Louise_Curtis_ (you have to manually add the underline at the end due to computer and/or my own stupidity)
Why I owe Johnny Depp a favour
This is an email I sent to my sister very very late at night on the third Saturday in September, 2007 (cut for length/sense/name-changing, but otherwise untouched):
What red-blooded man could resist?
Gettin Religious on ya
Becoming mentally ill is the worst thing that’s ever happened to me – single-handedly killing my independence, many relationships, and sucking away my ability to feel happiness even when things are going well – but it’s also the best. Being mentally ill stopped me moving permanently to Indonesia as a volunteer aid worker. I think that’s wonderful.
But.
I hold to the theory that God often uses sickness to either slow down his humans or communicate something we’re particularly thick at grasping. This is definitely one of those times – becoming mentally ill was, I think, the equivalent of six-foot neon lights in the heavens spelling out, “YOU ARE NOT CALLED TO INDONESIA. DO NOT GO.”
Which is great, since I think I mostly wanted to go to prove myself “worthwhile” (who me? Issues?) But it’s also kind of. . . rude. I was willing to lay down my life – literally if necessary – and God said NO?!? Doesn’t he want my help?
Yep, contrariness. I know. But it hurts all the same. It also hurts that I’ve GOT the no-go message by now but I’m still suffering. I feel like God’s useless cousin – he doesn’t hate me, but I don’t help him in any way, so he just leaves me miserably sitting in the corner.
A few days ago my husband and I were reading the Bible (but no! but yes!) and he blithely read (from John chapter nine, NIV):
As [Jesus] went along, he saw a man blind from birth. His disciples asked him, “Rabbi, who sinned, this man or his parents, that he was born blind?”
“Neither the man nor his parents sinned,” said Jesus, “but this happened so that the work of God might be displayed in his life.”
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This exploded inside my head.
Blindness then was similar to mental illness now – it’s socially disastrous, and leaves you completely dependent on others. This guy was blind from birth – that’s a long time and a lot of suffering. But Jesus clearly states here that it’s no-one’s fault, and that there IS a purpose after all.
In this context, the guy is healed and there’s a furore (the blind guy is deeply sarcastic and the chapter is very funny) and a great Bible story as a result. I suspect I’ll never truly recover from my illness (we’ll see!) but the idea of illness/suffering serving a purpose for God is enough for me to feel less ashamed.
Dunno what the purpose of my ongoing illness IS, and I certainly wouldn’t have chosen this life for myself, but I was willing to risk getting martyred for God, so this is nothin’.
Helping package food for refugees after an earthquake
Free Short Stories
I already have a group of people who receive free short stories between 50 and 1000 words on the first day of the month. If you’d like to be part of the list (called “Felicitations” after my adult-writing name, Felicity Bloomfield), then email fellissimo[at]hotmail.com with “Felicitations Please” in the subject line.
NOTE: the list is NOT child-safe. If you want only G/PG stories, make sure you say so in the initial email.
Here’s a free sample (G-rated):
NAKED MAN IN THE BUSHES [a true story that happened to my friend]
There’s not much to do in Canberra.
I walked home from Belconnen Interchange on a Wednesday night. It was ten o’clock, so there were no more buses. Drunk men were everywhere, and they all seemed to be stalking their ex-wives. They talked to contacts on mobiles. ‘Yes, she’s going toward Ginninderra Drive now. See if you can head her off.’
My concern rose significantly when I noticed an adult male crouching in bushes by the roadside. He was nude.
I kept my eyes forward and debated whether or not I should call someone. Unable to remember the number for the naked stalker hotline, I walked by on the other side of the road. A second naked man burst from a tree immediately in front of me and sprinted to the traffic island splitting Belconnen Way.
‘Marco!’ he yelled.
‘Polo!’ came the reply.
[This story was published in the “Short and Twisted” anthology 2007 by Celapene Press]
Pirate How-To Guide
Can you believe the pirate flashmob is happening THIS Saturday? (FYI: At Lyneham shops outside Tillies and the second-hand bookshop, 2:00-2:30pm. Free family event.)
My father-in-law was just panicking over lunch about what he was going to wear (not a conversation we have every day).
I will be bringing a stack of home-made eyepatches, so if you’re desperate – don’t worry. Just show up and find me (175cm with long brown hair and an ankle-length red or green skirt with black-and-white striped socks, plus a black corset with bare shoulders and a lacy green wrap). I will be there from around 1:00pm with a handful of my most faithful minions.
Otherwise, my personal recommendations include:
-bandanna (made out of almost any square of material).
-hat (can be made from any soft black rimmed hat by pinning the rim to the crown in three places – it makes a 3-cornered hat).
-Almost any very very old clothes
-fake scars/beard (mascara makes the best beard – trust me I know).
-anything with a pirate logo on.
-plastic cutlasses and other piratical supplies can be found at almost any toy or costume shop (eg “The Funny Shop”).
I’ll add (and accept) more suggestions as we go!
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Speaking of which, here be some more blogs for ye:
NOTE: as far as I know, these are G-rated blogs. But I don’t know much, so enter at your own risk. This lot is mostly agents and publishers.
http://michellegeorge.wordpress.com/
This is someone I know in the real world. She’s just as interesting here as there.
http://blog.nathanbransford.com/
an agent, bravely using his real (presumably) name online. VERY good articles for writers.
http://writerjenn.livejournal.com/
http://internspills.blogspot.com/2009/07/notes-on-spiritual-memoirs.html#comment-form
VERY funny
http://editorialanonymous.blogspot.com/
http://bookendslitagency.blogspot.com/
http://jetreidliterary.blogspot.com/
Interview with the main character
The narrator of the twitter tale is Ulandin (chosen as narrator mainly because his name is the longest). He will be telling the story in first person (“I. . . “)
Keep in mind that both Ulandin and “Louise Curtis” are technically fictional – Louise is MOSTLY me, but nicer. And a bit dumber (arguably).
Louise is a writer, so she has a cat. This cat has clearly heard one too many discussions of grammar.
This interview takes place in real time, just before “Tar” happens. “Tar” isn’t required reading. Nor is this – it’s not a story, just a bit of story flotsam.
Interview with Ulandin, by the author (sort of):
It was a hot day, and everyone seemed to have passed out under the scattered trees. The heat was so thick I swam dreamily along the road, unable to walk quickly.
I found Ulandin under a tree (naturally), fixing a broken oar. He was only sixteen or so, but carried himself as if he was much older. I got the feeling that if he’d seen me coming he’d have hidden – he had the look of someone trying to be invisible. That impression vanished the instant he raised his eyes – striking golden eyes in a brown face.
Louise: Good afternoon.
Ulandin: Ma’am.
Louise: How long have you been working for Master Hinfar?
Ulandin: Since Mum died.
Louise: How old were you then?
Ulandin: Dunno. Don’t remember it.
Louise: So you’re a slave?
Ulandin: Figured that out yourself, did you?
Louise: Are you okay? Are you fed well?
Ulandin: Enough to work.
Louise: How would you describe your life?
Ulandin: Rather not.
Louise: Can I. . . er. . . bribe you or something?
Ulandin: Do you have a boat?
Louise: Um. . . no. I was thinking of food, or money. That kind of thing.
Ulandin: You know what a slave with money is?
Louise: What?
Ulandin: A thief. Then dead.
Louise: Oh. Never mind. But then why did you want a boat?
Ulandin: To be free.
Louise: Oh. I’m so sorry. Is there anyone who can help you – buy your freedom, or something?
Ulandin: Not on this island. Master Hinfar owns everyone, one way or another. Except. . . no. No-one.
Louise: Except who?
Ulandin: The girl who landed on the beach yesterday. She’s not from here. No-one knows where she’s from. Pretty, though – all big eyes and ringlets. But maybe the big eyes were because she was starving – another hour and she’d have died.
Louise: Where is she?
Ulandin: Master Hinfar took her away.
Louise: Will he make her a slave?
Ulandin: I don’t think he can. I don’t think anyone can.
Miss Piggy you fiend!
Pretty sure my husband and I both have swine flu. It’s pretty bad, but kinda fun being part of a pandemic. I’m almost completely over it – just a faint lingering headache, and a feeling like a bruise right on my left cheekbone. Plus I feel like I have toothache – so much so that I had a dentist check it out. The husband is just getting started, so we’re actually giving him medication (just to be different).
Warning: if you get swine flu, don’t bother going to the dentist.
For those still panicking – don’t. It’s just another flu – if you’re 100 years old with emphysema, or you’re pregnant, you should be concerned. Otherwise, don’t be.
Today I received my fifth manuscript recommendation from a professional assessor (for the fart book). That’s five different assessors and five different books. Yay me.
Now all I need is a market. Which is where twitter comes in. I’ve just discovered that if people go to
http://twitter.com/Louise_Curtis_ (include the underline at the end – I can’t seem to work the cut and paste properly) and press the big green ‘join’ button, I automatically get followed. Excellent!
Join me, my pretties. . . It’s crucial I get lots of followers.
Lots of followers
= media event
=marketability
=publication (Harper Collins is replying to my book early next month! Will they say yes? Will twitter make all the difference? Follow me on twitter and find out!)
Felicity/Louise Curtis
