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The Book of Write-On: Day One

Over the past few weeks, I’ve been making my way through “FUNNY HA HA”, an anthology containing “80 of the funniest stories ever written”.  The village librarian recommended it to me and it has not disappointed.  Having read the first half a dozen or so stories (including Kevin Barry’s “Beer Trip to Llandudno”, which I was completely blown away by), I thought the book was being front-loaded with all the best stories.  It turned out that no front-loading was taking place.  The stories were in alphabetical order according to author.  That was a real wow moment.  So the whole book is likely to be this good.  Mind blown. 

Every now and again, the housekeeper gives me cash.

‘Tom, I give you £260.  You pay into Barclays.’

‘Okay.’ 

I’ve accepted this as one of my unofficial jobs.  It means I accumulate a lot of cash.  I saw that the Halifax in Witney would be open today so I headed over there just before lunchtime. 

Other writers will know that you don’t go into town without taking writing things.  I got my small green backpack and packed the FUNNY HA HA book, my poetry diary, my A5 ringbound journal, my A4 ringbound general writing / ideas notebook, about half a dozen pens, a bag for life, a drinks bottle filled with water and a wallet containing £690. 

This was the first day of my writing sabbatical and I wanted to make sure I started strongly. 

After I made the deposit at the Halifax, I scouted around for a suitable café.  While we were up in Coniston and then the Isle of Kintyre earlier this week for work, Fergus said that he couldn’t write in a café because he’d feel too self-conscious.  I know what he means.  Sometimes I think I’m the epitome of self-consciousness, but I’ve been writing in cafes and restaurants and pubs for so long that it just becomes normal.  I like pretending to be the distinguished writer in the corner.  It can be hard to find a suitable set of conditions, and today proved so.  After walking in and walking out of three places (The Corn Exchange, Starbucks and Ye Olde Cross Keys), I walked into The Part and Parcel, a quiet and spacious restaurant nearby. Those were two boxes ticked: quiet and spacious is a must.  Also, I must have a table against a wall, preferably in a corner.  The corner table was free and also perfect.  The round window right next to it offered a bit of extra light and it had some shelf space.

I read the rest of an extract from The Secret Diary of Adrian Mole, Aged 13 ¾ by Sue Townsend, Aurelia’s Unfortunate Young Man by Mark Twain and Tom Edison’s Shaggy Dog by Kurt Vonnegut.  They’re all of a very high standard.  I’d like to read more of Vonnegut’s short stories.  I think this is the first story by him that I’ve read.  His name pops up every now and then when I’m talking to friends or from someone whose work I admire. I always thought he was a more serious writer.  I will most definitely delve into his short story oeuvre during this month!  Satirical and darkly humorous, as his work has been described, is something I’m trying to go for! 

The writing went well.  A week or two back I had an idea for a fictional correspondence between a rich heiress and her working class love interest.  But the love is unrequited; she loves him but he doesn’t love her, and he’s not in the least bit interested in the prospect of sharing her fortune.  In spite of her extravagant financial incentives like a house in Chelsea and a private jet, the man always finds ways to turn her down.  You don’t hear her pleading directly because you only ever get to read his letters, but I thought that idea would be an interesting one to explore. 

It's been a good start to my writing month.  I’m not going to put too much pressure on myself, and I vowed with myself to run regularly in the mornings because it has a way of clearing my head, makes me feel a little happier and acts as a sharpening stone for ideas later in the day. 

Day one done.  I hope to finish FUNNY HA HA by the end of the weekend.  Run, read, write, repeat.

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