JaneShuff

Read your dialogue soon after a trip to Mull. Wish I had the memory to write down what I hear i passing. And your ‘I remember blue tiles and the smell of drains and old food.’ sums it up; as you say above, you only need a couple of telling details.

Ha! I love the breezy armpits!!
Personally, the smell of immac makes me gag!

Agreed, @Janeshuff and @hilary re the tiny details being evocative. I always struggle when someone is describing some room or building in perfect (perhaps even gorgeous!) detail. I’d rather just know one or two small, precise things that tell the story all on their own. So don’t tell me about every feature in some grand rococco drawing room, but…[Read more]

Interesting how eclectic your I Remembers are, compared to some of the others – is that because you didn’t set yourself a starting point, or because you naturally skip between thoughts? Although looking at them again, there’s a strong family theme. I love the linking of first date, hugging your dad on your wedding day, and finding the house. And…[Read more]

Can’t remember it all, now, and I couldn’t record, but overheard in the gym changing room (possibly TMI!):

My sister bought a laser machine and now she doesn’t have any at all. Anywhere.

How much was it?

It was a few years ago. Three or four hundred I think. She just zapped the hairs every time they grew back. What do you use?

Immac. Every…[Read more]

I love your gorgeousness!! And *stands up* I am Raine and I too am an overwriter! 😀
There are so many images you’ve got there that are stunning & the whole is profoundly evocative. I particularly like the ‘She needed another word for this sea, because sparkle or glitter or shimmer were not savage enough. They did not hurt.’ Because that is such…[Read more]

Thank-you for posting despite feeling rubbish. And seconding @kazg – I love your writing. x

Just catching up with some of these posts. I love the peas, Squidge!! Ah, conversations with small children are so much more fun from the outside!!

The dream descriptions held a nice sense of disconnect, I think, and interesting that trying to deliberately write gorgeous felt so forced. Is it a sense that searching for additional descriptions is…[Read more]

And this a long ago piece deliberately adopting a Neolithic voice:

Always an edge to beware, to be aware of.

First at Liddle had been slabs, as thick as three of her three-year fingers, flat patterned stone, hard and often sharp when new, both separating bed from bed and on which they lay, degree of comfort dependent on the depth and newness of…[Read more]

Thank you both! I succumbed to overwriting, which I’m prone too, and it was FUN. If a bit much to read 🙂

Ooh me too @seagreen! What are your thoughts on that? Rescue Remedy would be a let down (though probably best for the woman!)

Sending hugs and support Jane, and I respect the no feedback request. I understand how you’re feeling – but can I just remind you how very much I’ve enjoyed the pieces I’ve read by you in the past?

Sending ((hugs)) x

Never mind the peas, the ex-nurse in me really, really wanted to know what he/she was taking three or four times a day to take the edge off… 🙂

Absolutely fabulous! And intense. An assault on the senses. My kind of gorgeous, too 🙂

And your ‘I Remember…’ made me remember the obstacle course of childhood.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, they say, and I certainly feel that way about Le Guin’s gorgeous passages. Some were more gorgeous than others. It’s all very subjective. But I have to say that your gorgeous is also my gorgeous. I absolutely loved that piece. “a clatter of kaleidoscope birds” – sublime.