tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26654079.post7001472167180099768..comments2023-05-21T14:46:54.138+01:00Comments on FictionBitch: SlippageElizabeth Baineshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17193751871434773972noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26654079.post-48526540119790257162007-01-04T10:51:00.000+00:002007-01-04T10:51:00.000+00:00Happy New Year, Debi. Glad you're backHappy New Year, Debi. Glad you're backElizabeth Baineshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17193751871434773972noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26654079.post-6969114669640170172007-01-04T10:47:00.000+00:002007-01-04T10:47:00.000+00:00Oh blimey! Something else to worry about ...
Ca...Oh blimey! Something else to worry about ... <br /><br />Can't we get away with hoping our writing's so good no one would think to stop and say, 'Hmmm - that's not right - that was the year when we sunbathed on Xmas Day and she's got her characters sheltering from the storm ...'<br /><br />Happy new year, BTW ...Debihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09600815804658702077noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26654079.post-84088322319688075422007-01-03T15:21:00.000+00:002007-01-03T15:21:00.000+00:00Yes, Katy, it's true about the eighties, though I ...Yes, Katy, it's true about the eighties, though I must say this is the first year I've seen some of the things I mention above. I forgot to say that the bluebell spears in my garden have been coming up earlier each year, and this year they were coming up in September. I remember a time when they didn't start sprouting out of the ground until March or April. I just wish I had kept a record of these things. It really does have interesting implications for one's writing, I think: it's so hard to remember what each year was like, will novels become more fictive and less reliant on social fact than they are?Elizabeth Baineshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17193751871434773972noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26654079.post-39021428901543125412007-01-03T13:56:00.000+00:002007-01-03T13:56:00.000+00:00Well, here in north London we have had frost, seve...Well, here in north London we have had frost, several times. And last week we had rain so cold it felt like ice needles on my face. <br /><br />Also, I can distinctly remember Christmasses in the early 80's when it was about 50°F, and times in the late 80s when there were forsythia and even daffodil buds in January.<br /><br />I'm not saying the climate isn;t changing, but I do remember these things.Ms Baroquehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01836227454899083962noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26654079.post-715034731462293062007-01-02T23:04:00.000+00:002007-01-02T23:04:00.000+00:00It's good though, really, since I think it stops w...It's good though, really, since I think it stops writers being able to get away with cliche. They'll have to notice! So if you're writing a novel set in, oh, 2006, you'd have to take note of it, in the same way as one in 1976 would have to be hot, hot, hot. I think it says a lot for how impoverished the writing on Eastenders has become that they had snow in Albert Square for dramatic purposes this year, same as every year. Haven't they noticed its getting warmer? (Mind you, took about 10 years for them to give their characters mobile phones!)Adrian Slatcherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13946068316432524571noreply@blogger.com