The Optimism Project

Chinese Gardens, Montreal Botanical Gardens 2015Optimism? Three whole pages? What sort of a school project is that? When I was your age, I was doing sums, finding the highest mountain in the world in the atlas, looking at leaves through a magnifying glass, important stuff like that. What will the world come to if all you kids do is think about optimism?

Your dad shouldn’t have sent you to me, my dear. I’m the family pessimist as he well knows. As far as I’m concerned, optimism is for the birds. Think everything will end up in a rosy glow? It depends on the occasion, that’s all I know. Some things will turn out well, others won’t. And you better be prepared when it doesn’t.

I learned pessimism from Charlie Frent in elementary school. Playing conkers in class, he was, when all of a sudden his conker got the teacher in the back of the head. Next thing we knew, Charlie was over his desk being whacked on his behind with a ruler.

That did it for me. Charlie didn’t give a…I mean, he wasn’t fazed at all. Although who can read another’s mind, especially at the age of seven? He just gave the teacher the finger (behind his back of course) but I was marked forever.

Never see a conker, but that I remember the lesson I learned that day: always watch out because just when you’re having fun, you get whacked on the behind.

What? Well, that may be so nowadays, but back in my day teachers were allowed to. But there, the past is past and you’re young and you need to write three pages on optimism for your teacher. Let’s see if I can dredge up something for you.

Hm….

Hm…. It’s a shame your Uncle Freddy isn’t here.

Make a cup of tea, why don’t you, dear? That might help.

Hm…

It’s not so easy this optimism lark. Get out the dictionary, there’s a love. “Hopefulness and confidence about the future.” Hm… What with the Continue reading

The Silk Painter

The Silk Painter

The ivory silk stretched taut on the frame, tethered by pins at each end. Her brush whispered down the length of it, slashes of red dye instantly softening.

“You’ve been doing this for many years,” he said.

“I’ve been doing this for many years,” she agreed. Now the blue. Now a golden ray. She sprinkled salt and the ray burst into a thousand suns.

She was aware of him hovering, watching, searching for some clue. But she was not there to provide him with clues. Those he had to find for himself.

Next she chose black. This black wasn’t to hide, but to reveal.

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2016 is my year of the Thursday Blurt. These are quick-writes, when I take advantage of a spare five, ten minutes and write whatever comes to mind, starting with something tangible, something I can see, smell, taste or hear or touch as I start to write. If the blurt turns out to be a story, great. If it doesn’t, tant pis.

Please note: all stories and material on this website, except for comments by others, are © Susi Lovell .

The Special Delight of Old Letters

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Thin, almost transparent airmail paper, aerogrammes, thick pale blue Basildon Bond paper, birthday cards, Christmas cards, cards of sympathy, of congratulations.

Old blotched typeface (my father’s big typewriter), elegant penmanship (my grandfather and my godmother), easy-to-read rounded script (teacher aunt). Upright but fast-flowing writing (my mother). Indecipherable squiggles (my father). Letters of the alphabet slanting forward, slanting back, flattened, rounded…IMG_4633

A bundle of letters written in code by Continue reading

Watch For The Warp

The floor in the corridor was warped. The wood beneath the carpet lifted, jigged higher on the right, lower on the left, then dipped abruptly.

The trouble was, each time they passed, it never warped in quite the same way. If they stepped without thinking, without watching, they could find themselves Continue reading

The Low Green Door

“The Low Green Door” is the first of my weekly writing ‘blurts’. You can read why I decided to make this my 2016 New Year’s Resolution here.

 

The Low Green Door

That girl with the curly hair, she looks like a kid out of a storybook, the kind of kid that nips through a low green door half-hidden by brambles and roses and wisteria, the kind you go through and then can’t find again so you Continue reading

New Year’s Resolution? Blurt Writing!

Quebec City

Towards the end of 2015 I went for three days to Quebec City.

When I go away I like to write a story a day but I knew I wouldn’t have time to write much in Quebec City. There were simply too many interesting things to do there in too short a time.

So I decided to write ‘blurts’ – five or so minute writing sprints whenever I had the opportunity. While waiting in a line or for a coffee, or for my husband to finish the crossword…

I had such a great time with these blurts – so many surprises and rewards – that I decided I wanted to keep them part of my regular writing life.Quebec City

A huge plus is that they provide me with much needed zaps of creative energy as I continue to work on a longer manuscript, re-writing and editing work that I’ve re-written and edited over a fairly long period of time.

The problem? Even though I know there are plenty of five/ten minute periods when I could easily sit down and write, back home in my regular routine they seem to slide past without me picking up a pen.

How to keep myself writing blurts? Continue reading

Towards a Little Seasonal Understanding: The Nutcracker

On my way to a Christmas market in Montreal, I passed a band of musicians, all made up as Nutcrackers. Some festive Nutcracker musiciansevent for Bentley Montreal.

When I arrived at the market, I was surrounded by Nutcrackers, both ornaments and real-people-as-nutcrackers.

I’ve never understood the attraction of the Nutcracker image for Christmas. (Yes, I do know about the Nutcracker Ballet!)

A soldier with teeth bared in a grimace – what’s so seasonal and joyous about that?

nutcracker ornamentI actually find it (sorry) quite ugly. Very ugly.

What on earth do others find so irresistible about the image?

I Googled ‘Nutcracker’ to try and find out.

And discovered, first of all, that the original Nutcrackers were… actual nutcrackers! The nut goes between the teeth of these real nutcrackers, a lever in the back is pressed down et voilà!

The first nutcrackers, from Germany, were whittled from wood.

When I read that, I immediately remembered being surprised by my father’s delight in Austrian folk art carvings of odd little faces suggested by strange knots and knuckles and grain in the wood. Such weird, ugly faces, I’d thought as a kid. I didn’t like the way the eyes in those faces looked at me. I refused to look back at them or touch them.

But the joke is on me. Now, when I’m walking in the woods, I’m always seeing other-world faces in tree trunks and branches.

The decorative Nutcrackers, which started in late 1400s and early 1500s, were considered good luck:

The legend says that a nutcracker represents power and strength and serves like a trusty watch dog guarding your family from evil spirits and danger. A fierce protector, the nutcracker bares its teeth to the evil spirits and serves as the traditional messenger of good luck and goodwill. History of Nutcrackers

Ah! A protector, baring teeth to scare away evil spirits.

Now the teeth make sense! Even if they no longer actually crack nuts.

I particularly like the idea of the Nutcrackers being a way to laugh at figures of authority, a form of social satire:

People enjoyed using the German nutcrackers that were shaped like the ruling and authoritative classes because it reduced them to the position of mere crackers of nuts rather than possessing any power over their individual Christkindl Markt

Why don’t we create some contemporary Nutcrackers with this idea in mind?

I now quite enjoy seeing the Nutcrackers around town!

Amazing how a little understanding has helped me find pleasure in something I actively disliked!

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To watch how a Nutcracker is made

For the history of Nutcrackers

End of Year Sharing of Writing and Creative Resources

In my last post of the year, I’d like to share some links to websites, posts and articles that have been particularly useful for me this year.

Some are helpful in terms of writing craft or writing life or creativity, others are inspirational, and yet others energizing. Some are just fun. Some are all of the above! All make me want to write.

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A Bowlful of Haiku

IMG_4576‘Lovers and Others’ is a delightful December gathering of writers (and one drummer), hosted by Ilona Martonfi at Yellow Door in Montreal.

As the evening came to an end, visual artist and writer Verona Sorensen held out a bowl full of tiny scrolls tied with glittery gold ribbon.

They looked good enough to eat.

On each scroll was printed a haiku that had been embedded in the poem she’d read that evening.

A bowlful of haiku!

What a great idea! The perfect gift to end an evening of readings and to send one on one’s way into the dark December night!

 

 

Finding Old Letters: The Afghan Coat

I’ve been doing a massive spring clean (yes, I know it’s November!) and have just found a very dusty and faded blue folder crammed with old letters.

These are my own letters that I wrote to my parents through the early ’70s as I worked my way around the world. Bogotà, back home, then to Durban, across Australia, Singapore, Kuala Lumpur, Bangkok, Kathmandu, Delhi, Lahore, Peshawar, Kabul, Kandahar, Herat, Tehran, Istanbul…

My mother gave me the folder when I moved to Canada. “In case you want to write a book,” she’d said.

The letter I pull out describes how my travel-buddies and I hardly spoke above a whisper as we drove through the recently opened Khyber Pass under the – to us – menacing gaze of clusters of men with rifles, how we pushed on without stopping in order to get through before sundown. Under no circumstances, we’d been told, were we to Continue reading