Word of the Week - Silence

Well hello digital world! Did you miss me?

Last week I started a week of No Media - that's right, nothing, zip, nada. Now I know that some people will come out in a cold sweat at the thought and I was worried that I'd miss Twitter far too much. But I'm here to report that I survived the experience, obviously!

So why did I choose silence as my WotW? Well one of the most startling things I noticed about turning off the media was how quiet things can be in my house without the TV on all the time. I heard lots of birdsong, plenty of cars going down the road and, most importantly, I could hear my own thoughts. I didn't really think about how intrusive the TV is in my life. I tend to have it on all the time as a background noise to my life. That was just the way it was; enter a room, turn the TV on. So a week with very limited TV viewing was always going to test my resolve.

However, it was really wonderful. The first couple of days I had to remind myself not to turn it on as I walked into the lounge but now it's almost second nature. In fact I turned it off when I'd watched the news headlines this morning! So maybe I've broken that habit? Who knows.

Back to the silence. The sound of nothing takes some getting used to if, like me, you're used to always having sound around you. Some sounds that were muffled by it are striking in their volume - I never realised how may cars go up and down the road all day. The best part for me has been the freeing of my mind from distraction. It hadn't occured to me that with all the sounds around me that I was failing to listen to myself. At the risk of sounding all New Age Hippy I really tuned into my own mind. I decided to keep a journal of the week so I could blog about how it was accurately. I have never been much of a diary keeper, apart from a spell as a teenager when I wrote an embarrassing catalogue of moony diary posts about a selection of boys I fancied. Before you ask, no, it doesn't still exist so you can't read it! This past week has been a revelation in that respect. I really enjoyed writing journal entries about all sorts of things that were running through my head. So much so that I've decided to keep going with it, turning it into a general journal/writers notebook, somewhere to record and store all the things in my head.

Silence has been liberating and I hope that I can keep enjoying it by not turning the TV on at every opportunity. Let's hope I can continue to be selective about what I watch so I can enjoy the programmes and the silence more. 

Word of the Week - Anticipation

As anyone who follows my blog regularly will know (hello! *waves madly*) I've decided to take a media break. A whole 7 days without any media in my life, or very little anyway. Needless to say I've been full of anticipation about this, both in a good way and a not so good way.

I know I can last a week without Twitter and Facebook, I do it every time I go on holiday. I don't use my phone for social media and hardly look at it most of the time anyway so I have experience of being Twitter-free. It's not really that scary after all but as I'm at home for this week I may find it harder. The laptop is just sitting there after all and how bad would it be to switch it on for a moment?  But I'm determined to manage - my son will keep me on track I'm sure, he loves any excuse to boss me about!

I'm more concerned about the no reading clause. I've always got a book on the go and I love losing myself in to a story so I think this may prove to be harder. I finished my book on Wednesday and it felt odd not to start a new one straight away. I may allow myself a little browse to choose the next book; how indulgent to have a whole week to pick a book!

So it's with a sense of anticipation that I enter my week of media free life. Next week's WotW may reflect what has happened to me during it ...   

Media Blackout

I've decided to join Becky Smith this week and do a media blackout. She blogged about a previous experience of going media free and how empowering she found it to unlock her creativity without distractions You can read what she has to say over at http://www.rebeccaannsmith.co.uk/cold-turkey-can-i-go-a-week-without-distractions/#comment-611

I know I can manage a week without social media and email, I do it ever time I go on holiday. In fact last year my phone stayed in airplane mode and never came out of my bag! I guess I'm luckier than most in that I don't use my phone for email and social media. It's not buzzing away beside me to remind me of incoming messages and I certainly don't check it obsessively ever few minutes like some young folk seem to. Also the fact that I don't go out to work is a help - no work emails to check, no Internet that I can't avoid. However, being at home all day gives me far too many opportunities to waste time watching day time TV (yes, I'm looking at you Jeremy Kyle!)

So I need to establish my own ground rules. After all I still have to function in my family while doing this.

• No social media. So no Twitter, no Facebook at all. Not even a tiny, sneaky peek!
• No obsessive checking of email. So I don't miss anything important I will check email once a day and respond to anything urgent or important.
• No TV during the day. As a member of a family I can't dictate what everyone else watches so I will watch the news and weather which my husband likes to see; I will watch Masterchef with my son as we're a bit obsessed by it and we've watched the series so far. Apart from that I will do my best to avoid the TV and all the rubbish that I get sucked into.
• I will listen to Radio 4 in the morning because it is our alarm clock. I will not substitute obsessive TV watching for obsessive radio listening.
• I won't read magazines or newspapers. I may allow myself to do the crossword but I'm going to try to avoid that too.
• I won't read any fiction or non fiction. I hope to have finished my current book by Friday but I won't start a new one until the media blackout is over. 

So there you have it, my week of switching off and engaging with life. Assuming I make it to the other side I'll blog about my experiences when it's over. I think I may need to start a diary/journal about how it goes - time to break out another notebook I think.

So from Friday 9am until bedtime on Thursday I will be away from the media and hopefully more gainfully employed - or I may be tearing my hair out and crying for my Jeremy Kyle fix! 

Book Review - The Forgotten and The Fantastical 2

I found this book though an online friendship with a bunch of lovely writerly women including Teika Bellamy the editor of this book and driving force behind Mother's Milk Books. My one regret is that I didn't find this publisher earlier as I've missed the chance to read volume 1 (it's all sold out.)

This collection of fairy tales retold is truely wonderful and inspiring. The reimagining of traditional fairy tales is a device that I hadn't thought of until I read this book but having devoured it in a single day I was left wondering what I'd do to write something similar.

Most of the fairy tales in the book are familiar ones from childhood but there were some new ones to me including the story of Seal Women and the Lambton Worm. It was really empowering to read about so many strong, resourceful women in the collection, mostly written by strong, empowered women too. The illustrations by Emma Howitt at the beginning of each tale are lovely - my favourite is the holly crown at the beginning of Solstice.

Rumplestiltskin makes a couple of appearances, in Trash Into Cash by Becky Tipper and Rumplestiltskin by Rebecca Ann Smith. I loved Rebecca's take on creativity and female empwerment in her story. I enjoyed the modern setting in Becky's version and how the bond between a mother and child can heal all ills.

Lindsey Watkins tells a bleak and harrowing version of Hansel and Gretel; Ana Salote made me smile with her tale of two intertwined fairy tales; Jane Wright made me weep in Fox Fires with a lovely tale of love, loss and hope; Laura Kayne gave Snow White and the Wicked Stepmother real depth; Marija Smits made me think about the nature of humanity; and Ronne Randall scared me with a dark tale of motherhood and enduring love. 

I can only recommend this collection whole heartedly. The writing is excellent and the retelling of traditional fairy tales proved to be thought provoking and uplifting in equal measure.