Friday, September 24, 2010

...and how are you?

Evening lovelies...

Here are a couple of recent pieces from my Free-Write Wednesday group on Facebook! The one below was written in minutes, inspired by a twitter conversation. And the one below that was a slow-burn - ie. write 2 lines, have a biscuit... write 3 lines, listen to a song... and so on... and so on.

Hope you enjoy :-)

Gem xx

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(time/slow/heart/mind) - superfast free-write 23/09/10 - almost forgot!!!
by Gemma Weekes on Thursday, September 23, 2010 at 11:46pm

@PetePhilly said
Hows London, my lady.
@gemmaweekes said
fast (time)
book (slow)
luminous (heart)
shadowy (mind)

how fast? Fast as motorway traffic and no jams fast
as adrenaline soaked heart fast as
thought fast as Ramadan fast as break fast as
soundwaves fast as weeks days months years
lived in I of the storm passion and head
splitting ambition fast as light fast as death so fast
dancing fast as you can the kind of jig
you dance under of a hail of bullets the kind of
sprint you run when the finish-line is wonder the kind of
chasm you leap when the space is God this is how fast
this is how fast this is how fast

slow as love made in the
afternoon slow as sunday dinner slow as wisdom
slow as progress slow as a smile hard-won
slow as a watched sunset a watched kettle boiling a watched
phone to ring and a watched blessing to bring slow
as beauty slow as faith slow as the world when the
turning is understanding slow as the wing when the flight
is landing slow as the walk when the terrain
is self-knowledge slow as the tide when the beach is
grace slow as the knowing the knowing the knowing who
you are at last

Luminous as the sun poking a slice out from behind an eclipse.

(Here I am!)

Shadowy as the intricate leafy shade on a really
really hot day.

@gemmaweekes said

And how are you?

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FLYING - Free-Write 16/09/10
.by Gemma Weekes on Thursday, September 16, 2010 at 6:39pm.


Oh sookie now. You've caught yourselves
smiling all over your faces
hearts gone to the races
cards laid – all aces
She's been waiting in the station since before
her gran was born. 10 minutes, she says. Ages.

the chest-rise the look-away the mouth dry as hay
her eyes are dreaming eyes her sighs say
dreaming you beams her clean away –
oh what did she mean to say?
adjusts her scarf
I’ll be down from the crack in 15 minutes
never have crack for breakfast! she
laughs up at you - laughs
from her hair to her old-school shoes. Ha ha
pouring in her embrace all the colours its impossible to say
All the anticipation of her days all the religion in her desire
All the silence of her faith the pride in your courage your
Ocean-hopping be-bopping free-wheeling ways and
She’s lit up just like a city at night time
you see it
Under all the concrete steel, and glass
is earth and rocks and magma
Under her fashion and words and laughter
Is a big heat - big light- future forest- lava.

This is it
the barefoot dance on bare ground the
Harp sound of hearts found
the spin round and dip-down
The l-verb and l-noun
the chest pound the dewed crown
The hot breath of Kate's* hounds the big town is

And so.
You know that she knows that you know what you both know…
You give her hip-hop. She gives you oil for your afro.

The station's caught you smiling all over your faces
Words dispersed like birds
Sky full of flying

And she says and she says – wow
And she says and she says – it’s ok
And she says
We don’t need to know

-handsqueeze –


Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Changing my ways

You are always here for me.

In you, I can start again fresh. Everyday. Any day!

You don't stand in judgement. You don't snicker behind your hand or ask me what the hell I think I'm wearing. You don't ask me when I'm going to get a proper job or a proper boyfriend, or why little man still has problems getting to the loo on time. You don't contradict me, and you don't correct my spelling (unless I ask you to). You are always here to listen, and dearest, dearest, dearest blog - I confess I dont speak to you enough. But honey, I'm writing today just to let you know that I can change.

Want some greatest hits?


Well, I've had ups and downs and ups with the book. A good friend of mine, MB, told me I should simply abandon it. He said, you're just going to end up hating yourself if you carry on like this, banging your head against that proverbial brick wall. Do something else and go back to it! (Gallant, right?) So in the interests of helping with my stress, he instead challenged me to write a 100-page novella in less than a week.

Yep, that's how writers deal with stress. In pretty much the same way that masochists deal with pain.

Suffice to say, it's been 8 days and the novella hasn't happened. I got a cracking good start but must have actually been on crack to think I was going to be able to conceive an idea and then write that many pages in a week with a visiting mum, a toddler who's intent on marking every corner of the house like a tomcat, and a serious problem with computer screen-induced narcolepsy. (Or perhaps if I actually was on crack I could have pulled it off, but anyhow....)

To add insult to injury, I left my novella (nowhere near target) at MBs office, forgetting to send it to myself, and then couldn't reach him! So in the interests of sanity, I went back to the book and the wonderful thing is - it's been flowing again beautifully! Mainly because it occured to me that if I put the work in that I intended to put into the novella, I can have it blooming FINISHED in no time. Oh gosh.... imagine, imagine, imagine!!!

Dude, when this thing is done, I am going on The Bender of The Ages. Please believe me!

Anyway, I have massive theories brewing in my head about the sheer ubiquity of modern-day commitmentphobia (laymen's terms - too many waste-men and-women!), consumerism and the aimlessness of modern life, and about how we all need to take responsibility for it! I can't do it now cos I have to get on with the evening schedule (cook dinner, bedtime for bubs, testing some new work at an open-mic, more writing!) but soon, bloggy baby! Soon! Remember - I can change!

Work it, bloggy. Loving your fonts!!

Tomorrow, promise! Or Thursday. Friday latest.

Gem xx