I don’t know why I was wondering how many words a minute I could type. I decided to test myself. I can do around three hundred which I’m led to believe is quite impressive. I was so proud until I found out they all couldn’t be the same word without any spaces. No one appreciates my three hundred ‘a’s.
I’m not the greatest of typists but I get by. I have to stare at the key board but I normally can tell before I look up when I’ve made a mistake. What I can say is that I now type a lot quicker than I can write. That took a while and was frustrating but now, I’d rather type.
I don’t like doing notes etc on the computer screen, if I was working on something longer than a short where I needed a lot of continuity consideration, I would print off what I had and then use a pencil and post-its to mark down what I needed. I think you remember more when you write it than when you type it.
I find this pastime is one that few folks expect of you. Unless you tell them of course, but I tend not to unless someone specifically asks about hobbies.
I’ve only just noticed this lately, not many people know much about who they come into contact with. (I hope I’m not talking about family and friends – But let’s be honest, some of them don’t give a fuck!) You hear people talking and the conversation is normally instigated by one person and there is no back and forth like their used to be. When you spoke to someone at work / training / pub etc it used to be you would ask something, the person you spoke to would answer and then ask you something similar and normally a subsequent question. This would go back and forth until you knew a bit about them, their family, the school they went to, their pastimes and a few likes and dislikes. But I don’t think that happens so much. I can’t tell you how cold it makes me when I hear two folks say that they will ‘friend request’ each-other. Why?? Why not put the effort into the initial conversation?
There is an off-shoot to that which is sad in it’s own way due to how funny it can be and that is the pre-conceptions people had / have about you even in those first few times that you’d spoken. It may be an age thing but cooking is a good example. When I go back to my teenage years, most people were surprised when I said I enjoyed cooking, reading and playing golf. I never understood that.
But I had weirder thoughts on me from others. One of my gaffers at my first job asked me what school I went to, they laughed and said that there was no point in asking if I had got any qualifications. I took that as a slight on my school and thought that was a bit sad. I told him I had. He looked surprised. He then said, ‘You don’t look like you could pass an exam.’
I took that as no slight on me and thought he was a bit of a prick.
The second idea that someone had of me was an absolute belter. I was working with some psychology student who was on a placement and I really don’t think she got my dark humour. We had worked a few shifts together and she asked me if I was married. I said I was and she stated without flinching or any show of embarrassment…
‘I didn’t think you would be married.’
I laughed and said that I knew that I was no oil painting but surely I wasn’t a mutant.
Her answer did take me aback, she said,
‘It’s not that, I just didn’t think you were human enough for anyone to put up with you.’
I actually buckled. I think that was the first time I judged a person, but I stayed married to her anyway!
She saw what she did, she perceived me to be a certain way and she didn’t consider anything else. I wonder how she did with her studies and more worryingly, how she got on with her career.
Psychology students, why do so many end up working with computers?
There can be surprised looks and it is then that you realise that people do have pre-conceptions of you. Many are wrong and some are correct.
I’ve prated on to finally get to a point and that is on what you write. Just because you write whatever the subject matter, that doesn’t mean anything – It only means that was what you are writing. Never be frightened to touch on something that those who know you wouldn’t consider it being ‘you’. Write what you want, explore what you want and leave all the analysis for those psychology students who end up working with fucking computers.
Okay onto this weeks stories.
We had two new writers and three old friends.
We extend the usual welcome to our two newsters, we hope that they have fun on the site and we really do want to see more of their work.
Our topics this week include; friendship, delegating, art, friendship again and noise.
As always our initial comments follow.
First up was Yash Seyedbagheri, over the past few weeks he has become a feature of the site and he will do for a few weeks more.
‘Friends Request‘ got us up and running.
‘There is a feeling in this that’s hard to pinpoint.’
‘It shows how horrible it can be if you don’t fit in.’
‘Blaming others can put you off a person.’
On Tuesday we had Tim Frank. He is developing quite a body of very interesting work.
‘The Last Cigarette‘ was his next story for us.
‘It was hard to feel any sympathy for him – Tim put this across well.’
‘Blaming others is a very human trait.’
‘It’s always good when a writer can make you have a reaction towards a character no matter what.’
The legend that is Tom Sheehan broke the back of the week.
‘Silent Retrieval‘ was published on Wednesday.
‘I love the stories of Tom’s where you need to concentrate.’
‘This made me look up the artist.’
‘The togetherness was brilliantly done.’
Our two new writers followed each other. First on Thursday was Townsend Walker’s ‘Betty And My Sneakers’.
‘This was quite deep.’
‘Really good style and tone.’
And we finished off with Craig Dobson and his story, ‘The Plea’.
‘His desperation came across well.’
‘Good solid writing.’
That’s us for another week folks, just the usual ‘Scripture Union’ reminder.
Comments – Good!
No comments – Sad!
Sunday Re-Run – Leila lonely!! (See last weeks posting if you want to know – I’ve pratted on long enough!)
Just to finish, we lost an Ayr Legend this week.
Now I really don’t want to be nasty so I will choose my words carefully. (Who am I to slag off anyone who made a career out of something that they loved)
For a start, legend is personal to those who believe that a certain person is a legend.
Others think otherwise.
Sydney Devine was an entertainer.
Being entertained is personal to those who either enjoy or don’t enjoy a certain type of, for example, let’s say singing. Please see the next three links and make up your own mind. For our American readers who have been subjected to some excellent Country and Western music, I’d love to hear your views!
There is a campaign for a statue to be erected of Mr Devine.
That’s up to the majority – Not that there will be a vote on it. (I don’t vote no matter what! Well maybe if it was to put the royals to work in the real world – Something like a thirteen hour shift in a Care Home for a fixed term of forever – Possibly. But they would be shite and would you want your granny to be looked after by the *auld duke or your grandpa by eddie?)
But my mind works in weird ways. I just think of Sydney having his erection beside Concrete Rabbie in Burns Statue Square in Ayr.
I think there is something very poetic about a lyrical genius being beside what some would say the vocally challenged.
*At time of writing this, it was still alive.
Image – I think that’s Hugh doing his practice. Look at the blur of those arms!
I am often disappointed that people judge me to be so very different from the way that I am – for example people think I’m five feet and two inches and a bit dumpy where actually I am almost six foot, slender and elegant. When I received my first royalties for a published novel I kept a promise to myself and went to buy a really nice fountain pen. I was so excited that I told the assistant in the shop what was going on. ‘My first royalties for a published novel’ I said all smiley and thrilled. “Oh,” said she, ‘Romance” I know I shouldn’t have been bothered but it really upset me to think that I looked like a romance writer. Sorry to all the wonderful romance writers who do a superb job but I wanted to look a bit like a female Ian Fleming or even McBain or okay at least Patterson. Sigh.