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Just back from lunch with a meeting later this afternoon so this should be a fairly quick post.
Lunch was lovely btw as my husband and son called in and took me out to Yo Sushi, which has newly opened in Dundrum Town Center (A HUMUNGOUS shopping center near work). The food was lovely and the whole thing entertaining, the conveyor belt mildly so and the exchange between my son and the waitresses enormously so as he kept using his one surviving chopstick as a magic wand and shouting things from Harry Potter. When he yelled Wingardium Leviosa at our waitress she pretended to levitate for him. It's the simple things that keep a mother happy when eating out!
I've been buried in the 1940s all morning as I am doing some work on the archives here. What strikes me as interesting, from both point of view as a writer and an (sort of) archivist, is the amount of personality that comes across in these letters. As an example, when surveying potential sites for a school, one of the Order members wrote "Went to see the Castle. Not suitable, I am afraid. Too much Castle." I am paraphrasing, but not by much. There are two brothers in particular and their letters to and about each other are incredible. I guess, in that we don't write letters as much as people used to, nor rely on them for informational purposes given we have so many others means of more immediate communication, we do not put the same amount of ourselves into our functional writing. Letters are much more formal now. Personal letters appear to be very rare things indeed.
I am busily storing away characterization notes in the back of my mind to plunder at a later date.
3 days to our holiday... There's a song in Cliff Richard's Summer Holiday that gives a holiday countdown, isn't there. It blends into Summer Holiday itself pretty quickly.
Ha. The things you remember.
Right, back to 1946!
Lunch was lovely btw as my husband and son called in and took me out to Yo Sushi, which has newly opened in Dundrum Town Center (A HUMUNGOUS shopping center near work). The food was lovely and the whole thing entertaining, the conveyor belt mildly so and the exchange between my son and the waitresses enormously so as he kept using his one surviving chopstick as a magic wand and shouting things from Harry Potter. When he yelled Wingardium Leviosa at our waitress she pretended to levitate for him. It's the simple things that keep a mother happy when eating out!
I've been buried in the 1940s all morning as I am doing some work on the archives here. What strikes me as interesting, from both point of view as a writer and an (sort of) archivist, is the amount of personality that comes across in these letters. As an example, when surveying potential sites for a school, one of the Order members wrote "Went to see the Castle. Not suitable, I am afraid. Too much Castle." I am paraphrasing, but not by much. There are two brothers in particular and their letters to and about each other are incredible. I guess, in that we don't write letters as much as people used to, nor rely on them for informational purposes given we have so many others means of more immediate communication, we do not put the same amount of ourselves into our functional writing. Letters are much more formal now. Personal letters appear to be very rare things indeed.
I am busily storing away characterization notes in the back of my mind to plunder at a later date.
3 days to our holiday... There's a song in Cliff Richard's Summer Holiday that gives a holiday countdown, isn't there. It blends into Summer Holiday itself pretty quickly.
Ha. The things you remember.
Right, back to 1946!
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