May 2018 Update.
My name is Ellen Best, I lived in The South western tip of Somerset England for four and a half years… until May 2017 when we upped sticks and moved back to Suffolk.
I am extremely lucky to be married to John, who persuaded me to give up work to concentrate on us and my writing. We moved to Somerset from East Anglia in September 2012, leaving family friends and familiarity behind (I love a good alliteration). Together we have laughed, loved, travelled to far off lands and welcomed friends and family into our home for scenic holidays, beach walks, good food, loads of fun and music punctuated with stories all washed down with drink fuelled evenings. All the above continues but back home as we start our newest adventure. In The Flint house, it is a converted school house that is tired and in need of some serious cosseting which we are doing slowly together.
This home reeks of history, *sniffs* I feel myself channelling Jean Brodie as we speak.
“What is this? Who am I? What am I doing here?”
This Blog is part of my journey, this is where I procrastinate from my manuscript; from my novel.
During this process I have to work hard to not get frustrated. When writing life becomes a bloody and sweaty hike, I come here.
I have put the excitement and secret lives of non-existent people in to my work and down on paper. I have characters who live in a place created by me, who live lives of my making, who face obstacles, pain and love; all of my doing. My story has only just begun, it is in the throws of gestation .
“From that first burst of creativity, the speed and exhilarating ride of the word train, I now have to work at perfecting it and try not sanitise it in the process. “It is all in the rewrite, the first and second third sometimes fourth drafts. “The edits, the return to research again and again to check – ‘did I get a date or a law exactly right?’ The need to hone a look or tweak it because you found something new or more interesting. You didn’t want to hou just want to leave it; let it simmer a while.
“Get her done”! As one of my virtual friends once told me. Sit down and do it I tell myself. Sometimes I’m sick of the characters changing their minds and a good slap is what is needed. That my friends is when I come here and write whimsy.
“I have a need to write. When other writers get to that hard slog place, they knit, paint, cook, garden or take photographs; I write. For some, the grammar, typos and punctuation are the easiest parts ( I however know where my weaknesses are). Their slog may be in the beginning at conception, the creative part. I digress lets bring it back on point.
My resting, clearing cobwebs from my head and taking my mind off the sticky stuff is done here. It is with *sigh * a deep breath, (here in my safe place) that you will find me. I am here with words, scribble, story and rhyme, if you look close enough you’ll find pieces of me.
I am Ellen, some say a happy, humorous, quick witted woman who laughs, loves, talks and cry’s in equal measure. Others suggest “I am a bit bonkers, but we know all the best people are”. (Borrowed from Lewis Carroll ).
I am stronger than I seem; happier than I have ever been. I am a complex character who loves life. I Bathe in love, laughter and words. Words that I read and write, words that I swallow whole.
Please pay me in comments and I will respond soonest and you will make me happy and gain a pal *flutters lashes* I am easily pleased.
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