Ovidia--every other Tuesday
First, let me show off a little. This was supposed to be my December project, but I've only just finished it--handing it over tonight to family visiting from the UK where hopefully the weather will remain chilly for a little while longer so they get to wear it!
And I've started on the next non-writing project--something in cotton I hope to wear to Crimefest this year then leave as a warm wear donation...
Yes, I'm still writing. At the moment I'm trying to wrap up/ wrestle one project (due April) into shape while starting on notes for the next (contract says due August but they'll probably let me get away with Sept though I'm hoping to finish by July) while batting off seductive ideas that are coming at me full force from all directions, all incredibly seductive and tantalising...
It's a difficult yet wonderful state to be in, when everything you see/ hear/ read sparks off new ideas. Like I passed an accident on the road yesterday morning. Luckily there didn't seem to be anyone on the ground, just three women standing together and talking--not looking very happy.
But what if there had been a dead body on the road and--
A: It's an act of God. We must all make the most of our time because we never know when someone's going to die. Let me just text my daughters to remind them I won't be around forever and they better come home for dinner.
B: Who's to blame for this? It must be somebody's fault! If there had been more/fewer traffic signs or a better road surface this wouldn't have happened. The government is useless! I'm going to call my MP now!
C: Okay the plan worked. Now I just need to get rid of these two idiots before they mess things up.
And yes, my protagonist is probably going to be C. Except I won't have time to write it for a long time yet!
We're still in the festival season here. The Christmas tree (green and 'snowy') at One Holland Village has transformed into a Chinese New Year tree (not quite there yet. The red and gold lights still have to go up)
I remember going to watch the kavadi carriers when I was still in school (which was near the route).
Traffic would be blocked off as the devotees walked from Serangoon Road to Tank Road, carrying the kavadis to offer thanks or atone for misdeeds. Often their bodies are pierced with sharp skewers in self-mortification--and in their devotion they don't feel the pain.
I didn't want to invade anyone's privacy by posting photos of the devotees, but it's a joyous procession, with chanting and drums, lots of flowers and peacock feathers and there is free food for the poor at the temples over the three days of the festival.
These are some images from the temples---
The spear they're holding is 'Vel', the invincible spear that Lord Murugan used to overcome demons overrunning the earth.
Preparations for upcoming Chinese Lunar New Year & Thaipusam celebrations both sounds lovely.
ReplyDeleteGood luck with your WIP deadlines. And yes, it is great to find so many possible story ideas during your daily travels.
And what a lovely idea to knit a warm weather item and leave it for donation after Crimefest!
You sound wonderfully productive, Ovidia, and surrounded by beauty. I love this.
ReplyDeleteI'm having a great time, Wendall!
DeleteWhat a lovely sweater you knitted! As a fan of recycling, I think donating sweaters is great, and so is reusing a Christmas tree as a Chinese New Year tree!
ReplyDeleteAs a fellow(sister?) knitter,, reading this post, I suddenly understood the parallels between our chosen art forms. Stitches and words—one by one strung together to create the finished product. Yours all sound/look wonderful.!
ReplyDeleteI love the holiday decorations. They must be stunning in person!! From AA
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ReplyDeleteYes to the parallels I mean!
ReplyDeleteBetween the knitting and idea generating, it sounds like CrimeFest will provide a much overdue break for you. That alone is reason enough for Barbara and I to be there with you. xx
ReplyDeleteOh I'm So glad to hear that! Looking forward to seeing you both!!
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