Weekly Photo Challenge: The Descent

boy speeding down hill on bike, descent
boy speeding down hill on bike, descent
The descent – more fun than the ascent

For this week’s photo challenge I wanted to depict the sensation of speeding down this hill on wheels, hair streaming in the wind. In order to do this, I needed a child on a bike to photograph. But where was I going to get one of those? (my own child is too busy being a teenager and would no more get on a bike on my say so than she would tidy her room, well not without a bribe and I wasn’t feeling rich enough for that). Unbelievably, at that moment I heard a joyful, unselfconscious little voice singing (the way you do when you are about 8 years old and whizzing along with effortless speed). I looked up to see a child on a bike careering towards me. I whipped out my phone and took this picture.

By the time I had turned to take another, he was far away.

boy on a bike, autumn riding

And in another moment he was almost gone

Shooting off into the distance
Shooting off into the distance

His mother passed me and I looked nonchalant and took some photos of trees, but she didn’t seem the least bit perturbed by my having pointed a camera at her son. I hope she didn’t mind me capturing this happy moment for my photo. (and I admit that this is one moment where it is advantageous to be a woman, were I a man in a raincoat I may have been arrested).

Do you think I have managed to convey the joy and the speed of this ride?



First Day of NaNoWriMo


tunnel, light at the end of the tunnel
The beginning

I drank no more than half a bottle of wine last night, which meant I awoke uncharacteristically early – before my alarm. Although today does appear to be a Saturday, I had set it for 8am in order to go and meet my personal trainer at the gym (who is this scarily motivated person who has taken over my body?)

The personal training was 1 of 3 free sessions offered to me when I joined – so, we talked about my food intake, setting goals and aiming high. He was very convincing about the wisdom of setting exciting goals rather than ones you know you can achieve. I completed my short workout and headed home ready for action. Now it was NaNoWriMo time!

I tidied the house a little.

I picked my daughter up from a sleepover.

It was time for lunch. We ate.

I turned the computer on. I looked at the Novel I uploaded and started to change the synopsis. I opened the eating plan I had been sent, thought about making some of the recipes and started to compile a shopping list. I flicked back to NaNoWriMo and tried to upload an author photo.

It was time to begin The Novel, but I was absolutely terrified. My idea was clearly rubbish, but I didn’t have time to think of another.

I wondered if it was too early for a glass of wine.

Finally, at 2pm I began to write and I carried on until I had reached 2,141 words (pausing every few hundred to compulsively update my word total until the site crashed).

It was too autobiographical. It was obviously all about me. I started to make a shopping list again.

I went shopping.

I cooked dinner.

I ate with my daughter. She went to her room. I looked at the computer again.

Now, it’s 8pm and definitely time for a glass of wine. I am drinking and writing this and wondering if I should try to write more, or should I plan first? I worry that what I have written is boring. I want to rewrite it already, but at the same time my mind has woken up and is looking ahead, already moving forward into the next part of the story.

I made it into the tunnel! I’m not able to see the end yet, but I can see the light. One foot after the other, one word following the next, I’m plodding on towards it…



Weekly Photo Challenge: Cover Art – Haunted

old window, spooky house, reflections of trees
Twisted reflections in a window

This week’s photo challenge asked us to imagine a cover for a book, album or magazine.

As I’ve decided to join NaNoWriMo, I took a picture of the inspiration for the novel I am going to attempt to write – I don’t know the title yet but it is about a haunting.

This window looked creepy enough in the fading light, but I didn’t see the twisted reflections of trees until I looked at my photo.

What do you think? Have I managed to convey something sinister and spooky in this photo?