Wednesday 8 May 2013

Curry and frits - Anne Rooney

This weekend was a Bank Holiday weekend, and I actually had a holiday! That might sound odd to non-writers. The whole point of weekends and Bank Holidays is not to work. But for writers, they are useful catching-up time, when editors are not at their desks, sending out hassling emails and beckoning to deadlines to hurry up and come closer. What to do with a whole, long weekend off? Run away!


I took the bus to Oxford and had a lovely long tea and bookish chat with another children's writer, Susie Day. She is outgoing sys admin for the Girls Heart Books joint blog and I am incoming sys admin. That was the excuse.

But really we just had a good natter in the upstairs of the Turl Street Kitchen. It's a great place for writers who want to lounge around. The downstairs is all smart and full of people who own jumpers without holes in. The upstairs is shabby chic with emphasis on the shabby - disintegrating mismatched sofas, scattered around a high-ceilinged Georgian sitting room. It's occupied mostly by students (and children's writers).

Occasionally a real member of the public wanders in and perches nervously on the edge of a sofa, drinks their tea quickly and leaves. They don't know how to lounge properly. They probably have shopping to do or important meetings to go to. Susie and I discussed the merits of writing teen Neanderthal romance and stretched one cup of tea/coffee to an indecently long stay.

Refreshed and ready for the next bus, I went off to stay with another children's writer, Mary Hoffman. She makes a fine dinner, and is an excellent hostess. We drank prosecco and talked all evening to a lovely man whose name I can't spell who used to be a literature professor. More bookish chat, but no Neanderthals this time.

The next day I had lunch with my Big Bint in another favourite Oxford haunt, the Jericho Cafe - and discovered yet again that if I type Jericho into my phone it defaults to Lesbian. That cafe is quickly becoming known as the Lesbian Cafe and they will never know why... Then BB's partner showed me his wonderful college library (Lincoln College), with its chandeliers and stunning arched windows. He wins the 'I have the best library' contest. Big dose of library-envy. (Follow the link to that photo and you will immediately feel compelled to apply to Lincoln College, Oxford.) The library trip might have been revenge, as I had just shown BB my Natural History Museum Library card, a recent acquistion of which I am inordinately proud. To deal with the library-envy I had to spend lots of time and money in Blackwell's buying books.

Back at Mary's we had curry and beer and bookish chat and gossip, messed about with her website, and poked in an editorial fashion at the anthology she's editing.

More of the same the next day, plus a visit to fritillary day at Ducklington. A splendidly rural English event, this consists of walking round a field looking at the flowers. The flowers are probably pretty surprised by this. There they are, living quietly in their field, not provoking anyone, and suddenly hordes of humans galumph in and stare at them. If I were a fritillary, I think I'd be pretty miffed about it. But the good people of Oxfordshire don't give a fig for the rights of fritillaries and the frits had to endure it.

... and home. Working on the bus to and from Oxford is a total of seven hours' work. Add the writerly chat and the desultory editorial and website-poking and I did more than a full day's work over that so-called weekend off. But at least it felt like a holiday.

I guess writers don't really do holidays. We just do the same things in a different place and with a holiday attitude. So, what did *you* do on your holiday?

Anne Rooney (aka Stroppy Author)
PS - I don't mean to imply that Susie doesn't own any jumpers without holes in. But I don't.

10 comments:

Joan Lennon said...

Your weekend sounds wall-to-wall delightful!

Lari Don said...

I completely recognise the "writers don't do holidays" and so will my family. I take my kids to the most fabulous parts of Scotland - the stone circles of Orkney, the caves of Sutherland, the mountains of Skye - for very cold and wet summer holidays. Then I spend most of the holiday making sketches and taking notes for the next book I'm writing, set in Orkney, Sutherland or Skye...

Penny Dolan said...

That sounds a brilliantly affirmative weekend, Anne. Plus the being free of all the daily writing housekeeping stuff.

Love the sound of that cafe for lounging - and wishing there was one nearby.

Ms. Yingling said...

Thank you for sharing your holiday. Just for a moment, I had one, as well!

catdownunder said...

It was not a Bank Holiday here Downunder - but you are right about "writers don't do holidays".... and I am green with envy at you being able to go to those places - even to work!

Susie Day said...

Teen Neanderthal romance is the new dystopian: you heard it here first.

Was lovely to lounge with you! And I mainly have holey cardigans.

Sue Eves said...

oh now I want a holiday in Oxford - sounds like you had the perfect writerly rest. How can you work on a bus?

On my bank holiday, I did a pencil rubbing of a piano keyboard.

Stroppy Author said...

Thank you, everyone. It was a lovely micro-holiday, and I am very lucky to be able to go to such places. It is a cheap (but long) bus-ride away. It was far more enjoyable and restful than a hectic, expensive 'city break' would have been.

Sue, I'm fascinated by the idea of you doing a pencil rubbing of a paina keyboard. How? Why? Please tell. And I can use my Macbook Air on the bus, which usually has power sockets and wifi.

Sue Eves said...

oh - only just seen your reply, Anne. It was for an illustrator's brief - to 'illustrate a prized possession using a new or unfamiliar technique' - it's been years since I did a brass rubbing and I wanted to carry my piano keys to my drawing board.

I lay paper over the keys and picked out the outline of an octave with my pencil, repeated the final image and played a few bars of Fur Elise with inky fingers! I posted the final art on Just Imagine Illustrators' Group on facebook. Now I write it down - it does sound bonkers

Sue Eves said...

oh - only just seen your reply, Anne. It was for an illustrator's brief - to 'illustrate a prized possession using a new or unfamiliar technique' - it's been years since I did a brass rubbing and I wanted to carry my piano keys to my drawing board.

I lay paper over the keys and picked out the outline of an octave with my pencil, repeated the final image and played a few bars of Fur Elise with inky fingers! I posted the final art on Just Imagine Illustrators' Group on facebook. Now I write it down - it does sound bonkers