Saturday, 8 November 2008

VP's writing SP

Now the nights are drawing in, it’s time to snuggle in front of the fire, have a warm drink or nice tot of something to hand and to really start getting to grips with the vast (in my case) pile of books that’s been growing over the past few months.

However, from reading the blogosphere, it's become clear to me November's NOT the month for such activities. Writing’s the thing! Emmat’s furiously scribbling away to fulfil her 1,600+ words a day target for the National Novel Writing Month.

If this makes you feel exhausted just thinking about it, then like me you can have a go at National Blog Posting Month – the theme for November is: there is no theme, so you can get away with writing about anything, just do it daily. If that’s too much, then you can have a go at Your Messages, just like our simian friend here.

Or, you could just go back to your fire and get reading. Yet the blogosphere has designs for you in this area too. Where there’s gardening, I believe thoughts of food are never too far away and Joanna on her food blog has winkled out the fun Food Quote Challenge, where there's a copy of The Food Lovers' Treasury up for grabs. All you have to do is recall the finest piece of fictional writing about food you know of and tell the Almond and the Hazelnut blog about it by the 21st November. You'll find full details of what you have to do via the link. However, Joanna's already come up with some rather yummy stiff competition.

Alternatively, how about telling the Flange about your favourite fictional garden in the Comments below? Go to it book fans!



Alex said...

The gardens at Blandings Castle - Evelyn Waugh called them "that original garden from which we are all exiled".

JamesA-S said...

I rather like Miss Havisham's garden. Very low maintenance.

VP said...

At the risk of dumbing down The Flange, I've just been reading 'Wild Designs' by Katie Fforde. It's typical chick-lit fare (I cite illness as an excuse, so needed something entertaining to read rather than thought provoking), but much better written and with more humour than most. In it the dippy heroine not only gets her man (who's also filthy rich), she also wins a competition to design a garden for Chelsea, gets awarded a silver-gilt and gets asked to present a TV gardening programme. All this and the garden's only 12 feet square!