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100-word stories

100 Word Challenge – Week #72

Ooh, I haven’t done this since week 62.

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The challenge: 105 words including:

…you said you’d do WHAT?….

I knew you would

“You said you’d do WHAT?”

“I said I’d ask you to play the fat controller in the school play.”

Silence.

“You can put a pillow or something under a big waistcoat. The kids will have a riot.”

Still silence.

“Kevin’s bringing a top hat for you. You’ll look brilliant. It’ll be great fun.”

Silence again.

“It’s just a show. It’s acting. It’s not for real.”

More silence.

“It has to be you. You’re the only fat boy in the class. The part is made for you. It fits you to a… well, an S maybe. A big fat S. You’ll do it, won’t you?”

“No.”

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Social anxiety

Please talk to me, but don’t say….

I read this post last month. It’s written by “a 30-something working mother living with bipolar disorder.” The post, like all her posts, is beautifully written and explains very clearly all the questions the writer would prefer not to hear from her friends. Once, I would have agreed with it. Now, I’m not sure I go along with its assumptions.

I understand very well what it feels like when people say things that show the gap between them and you. Things that you can’t answer because what they say shows that they and you are on a different wavelength.

Of course I understand it. I wrote something similar a few years ago in a book explaining social anxiety. This is what I wrote:

Don’t Say…

😦 Cheer up it can’t be that bad!

😦 Why don’t you smile? You have such a pretty smile.

😦 Are you ok? You look bored.

😦 Cheer up, love, it might never happen!

😦 Smile, you’re ruining the scenery.

😦 He’s so shy.

😦 You’re QUIET, aren’t you.

😦 It speaks!

😦 What did you do during the weekend?

😦 A penny for them.

😦 This is Susan. She doesn’t like associating with people.

…Or the Sarcastic Ones

😦 You’re full of conversation today.

😦 I can’t get a word in edge ways.

😦 You’re a bundle of laughs.

Don’t draw attention to our symptoms

😦 You’re as red as a beetroot.

😦 What’s up? You look as if you’ve seen a ghost.

Don’t Insist on Details…

…of our weekend/holiday/whatever. If we don’t want to say, it’s probably because we’re embarrassed to say we didn’t do anything.

Don’t Patronise Us

As recently as a couple of months ago, I had someone put on a ‘sympathetic’ face and speak to me in a tone of voice that you would use to address a small child or a pet. I am certain that people think I’m a bit backward, mentally defective, not all there, etc.

Just as people in wheelchairs don’t like it when others address questions about them to other people, we don’t like being treated like small children. I know our external behaviour sometimes resembles that of children, but internally we passed that stage a long time ago.

I don’t think I agree with any of that any more. It’s true that those things are annoying. It’s particularly upsetting to hear sarcasm directed at you, highlighting a feature of your personality that you would dearly love to change.

But ‘don’t say’ statements make a big assumption. They say: you are normal and I’m not. And they say: you can have a normal conversation with me, leaving out these things that annoy me.

Well, I don’t know about you, but if I have a list of things I mustn’t say, my tendency is not to say anything at all, because I’m too afraid of forgetting or getting confused and saying the forbidden words.

So I’m beginning to think that we who banish words are defeating our purpose. We’re repelling the very people we want to come close.

Pulling and Repelling

Instead of telling people what not to say, we should accept that these things will occasionally be said, and work out how to respond to them. Even if it’s only to say, “I can’t answer that.” Or to make a joke out of it. Or to explain why the statements are annoying. It all depends on the context and the way we’re feeling. But responses can be worked out in advance, relieving the pressure to react on the spot.

Maybe my next post should list possible responses to the statements above. If you have any ideas about how to espond, I’d love to read them in the comments section.

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Books

The year in a flash

This is a good idea I’m swiping from Rachael: to sum up my year in 24 words. Let’s see…

Nostalgia. Scavenger hunts. Flash twiction win. A decade with Gill. Group writing. Berlin – learning from history. Dancing. Cambridge wedding. British summer. Nachat. Missiles. Jaqui.

Now, as Jean says, it’s time to stop looking at where I’m coming from and see where I’m going to. Today is day two of 100k words in 100 days organised by Sally Quilford, who is also blogging about the challenge and posting writing prompts. If I get stuck for something to write, there are plenty of ideas here.

Yesterday I managed 1,172 words and so far today I’ve written 751 plus this blog. Almost there. Go me!

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Blogging

Happy New Year!

In 2012,

2012 Most Active CommentersMany thanks to everyone who commented in 2012, and especially to Mike Offutt, Angela Brown, David Rory, J.C.Martin and Rosalind Adam.

Have a great 2013!

Happy New Year

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Blogging Books

Word Challenged

100K100DaysI seem to keep signing up for writing challenges. Maybe, eventually, I’ll manage to write the required number of words!

So this time it’s 100K in 100 days organised by Sally Quilford. If I write a thousand words every day from 1st January, I will have succeeded in the challenge. IF.

Up to now, I’ve realised, I haven’t planned enough in advance of the challenge’s start date, so I’ve been thinking about it and this is the plan so far:

  • Novel in progress. There are several scenes I want to add for this second draft. Hopefully that will make up the 17,000 words that it needs.
  • Short stories. There are seven in various stages of planning (mostly only a sentence each). If each story is 2,000 words, that’s 14,000 words.
  • Blog posts. Yes, we’re allowed to include blog posts this year – as long as they’re not the what-I-had-for-breakfast type. Mine never are. I wouldn’t bore you with porridge, toast, butter, avocado, coffee and the occasional egg that tries to be soft-boiled. I have two planned. Blog posts, that is. Let’s say 1,000 words each. 2,000 words.
  • Once a week, I’m going to go out to a cafe or a park or somewhere else and describe what I see (and hear, smell, taste, feel). 100 days = 14 weeks. 14,000 words.
  • Hopefully those descriptions will spawn some short stories. 10 x 2,000 = 20,000 words.

So that’s 17K + 14K + 2K + 14K + 20K = 67,000 words. Hmm. I might start rewriting my NaNo novel. And I’ll probably think of other blog posts over the three-and-a-bit months. That should do it. Hopefully.

How about you? You can join, too. 🙂

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Israel

Swaying News

The terrible shooting disaster in Conneticut spawned Mapelba’s post. Her questions at the end spawned mine.

What news event do you remember from your childhood? Any story from the news ever have any lasting effects?

I thought about the big events from my childhood. The assassination of President Kennedy, the death of Winston Churchill, the Aberfan mining disaster, the moon landing. Yes, I’m that old. I remember watching all of those on television as they unfolded. But none of those events had any lasting effect on me.

Then I remembered one that did. The Six Day War. It was the first time I’d thought much about Israel and here were these people on the TV showing maps of this tiny, nineteen-year-old country surrounded by enormous enemies. The way they showed it, Israel had no chance and would be wiped out. Yet, in the end, Israel won.

I didn’t hear any criticism in Britain and I don’t think there was much. Israel, which had clearly been the underdog, won against all odds. I think that must have been the first of many factors that made me decide to come and live here.

I thought about writing some of this as a comment on Mapelba’s blog, but decided not to. Times have changed. At most, I’ll post a link to this post.

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Uncategorized

The Office Party

I have to admit, it’s 37 years since I attended an office Christmas party. Or any Christmas party for that matter. So when Sally Quilford suggested holding an online party for those of us who don’t work in an office, I thought, why not?

To celebrate, here is a picture of me holding a green doughnut on the sixth night of Chanukah.

Chanuka2012Miriam

If you want to join in the fun, the main party is over on Facebook.

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Israel

The search for doughnuts

This evening we lit the Chanukah candles for the last time for this year. Over the eight-day festival, I went out looking for doughnuts – the traditional food for Chanukah – and found them in four different bakeries. One of them, I think we all agreed, made the most tasty doughnuts, but a different bakery made the most colourful ones.

Chanukah, 2012. Sufganiot

What a shame they’ve all gone.

There’s a picture of me with the candles, but I’m saving that for Tuesday’s office party.

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Israel Rhymes

Dancing in the Rain

It’s raining, it’s pouring.
Life isn’t boring.
I’m off for the chance to dance and dance.
Will I get up in the morning?

Yes, rain is pouring down and will apparently continue tomorrow. Here in Israel, we know rain is good. We hope it will fall when we’re tucked up in bed rather than when we have to be outside, but whenever it falls it’s good.

And yes, I’m going to folk dancing this evening, but I’m going by car and we dance in a hall.

FolkDancing2011

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Books Israel

Back to Normal

I don’t know if there’s ever a “normal” in this country, but the firing has ceased and so has NaNoWriMo. It was my first attempt and I managed 35,044 words.

FinalStats

I didn’t “win”, but I wrote every day and I now have the first draft of a novel I can work with.

In addition, I met some lovely people in Jerusalem who were also doing NaNo.

So I enjoyed the experience and, whatever they say, I feel I’ve won!