Monday, November 7, 2016

A first!

One of the books I’ve read recently was ‘The Peculiar Life of a Lonely Postman’ by Canadian author Denis Thériault. It’s a lovely story based around the art of writing Haiku. For the first time I really got the idea and now I understand how to write them. My daughter and a blogging friend have explained Haiku to me the past, but…

For about a week, when I’ve visited the town hall nearly every day to take the post to the post office, I’ve been treated to the pleasure of seeing the cherry tree in its autumn colours. How very Japanese to be inspired to write my first Haiku by a cherry tree. So here it is. I’m sure I’ve missed something, but it does have 17 syllables. It contains everything I wanted to say:

The Autumn tree 
Studies its reflection 
In a lake of fallen leaves 

 Now I want to read the book again – as it was written, in French.

 I can’t help wondering if some of the trees look down at the leaves beneath them and mutter “Wasn’t me”

Saturday, July 2, 2016

A.H.W.O.S.G.

At the beginning of ‘A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius’ the Author Dave Eggars has added a section entitled ‘Rules and Suggestions for Enjoyment of this Book’. Rule 1 says ‘There is no overwhelming need to read the preface’. I took him at his word and didn’t bother to read the preface, it looked long and I don’t like long prefaces. I wanted to read the book.

I thought that I was reading a work of fiction – had I read the preface, I would have known that the book is autobiographical – give and take one or two changes. If I’d have known that it was a true story , I probably wouldn’t have finished it. I’m the mother of sons; the book hurts a lot. Dave has the job of bringing up his younger brother, Toph, almost on his own after both of their parents die of cancer. It’s brilliant and heartbreaking – I would love to meet this man and hug him.

Now I know about McSweeney’s

Sunday, May 22, 2016

King Paul

The writing prompt I found today asked me to write about my first toy in 200 words:

The first toy that I really remember was a little Teddy Bear that I was given for Christmas by Santa Claus when he visited my school. I was only five years old at the time and I was overwhelmed when he called out my name and found a present in his sack just for me! He gave all of the children in the class a present, but I didn’t really expect one for myself.

My new Teddy Bear wasn’t very big and his head and body were quite hard – I suppose he was full of sawdust. I named him King Paul. I never ever slept with a soft toy as far as I remember, but know that he wasn’t far away when I was asleep. I would say that he was a very serious teddy from the expression on his face; well he was a King!

King Paul stayed with me for many years and my own children met him, though I don’t think they found him interesting, he was pretty grubby and thread bear – sorry bare, by then. He was getting on for 40 years old by the time it was time for him to go to teddy heaven.

One word over – how’s that? Creative writing prompts

Friday, April 29, 2016

Stary Olsa

I discovered this band thanks to Facebook. They are from Belarus and adapt rock songs in an amazing way. They perform traditional Belarusian music too. The man with the voice is Zmicier Sasnoŭski who founded the band in 1999. This is an adaptation of Deep Purple's 'Child in Time'.



Sunday, April 10, 2016

Special promotion, Angie Brynner & Company

I’m running special promotions for my book ‘Angie Brynner & Company’.

The UK promotion starts 12th April at 8 am GMT until 19th April at 12 am GMT ; the price will be reduced from £2.37 to 99p.

In the US, the book will be 99 cents from 12th April 8am PST until 19th April 12am PST, original price is $2.99.

To take advantage of the promotion if you don’t have a Kindle reader you can download a free app for your smartphone, tablet or computer.(App is free, not the book)  The link is just below the book cover on the page. Because Amazon doesn’t seem to cope well with links from country to country .The best way to find the book is to go to Amazon, look under Kindle and look for my name: Angela Knutsen.

Friday, February 5, 2016

Creative writing prompt: How would a broken plate feel?

Yesterday I was beautiful, people always admired me. How I shone at every occasion. I always did whatever was expected of me; come hot or cold. Just this morning I was chosen above all of the others in the cupboard.

Now look at me! I’m all over the place. My beauty is lost forever. I have no future. If I’m lucky, parts of me will finish my days sitting in the bottom of a plant pot, in the cold and dark. They won’t even know I’m there anymore.

Can you hear the titters coming from the cupboard? They’ll see, it happens to us all in the end.

I found a great writing prompt website after sitting and staring at a blank Word document for a while.

Saturday, January 30, 2016