Joy is

fresh air / a breeze against my face / sunshine shadows / warmth / reading poetry / faded books / laughter / music / movement / rainbow colours / something discovered, something familiar /

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Writer Shelby Leigh shared a prompt on Instagram asking what is joy to you? It was a good prompt to reflect on.

Book Review. The Dalek Invasion of Earth.

I think this must be one of my favourite Doctor Who episodes. It is the imagery that sticks in my mind. With the landscape of London, then the Dalek spaceship, and the mines. It’s a thrilling story too. There was a film, which starred Bernard Cribbins and Peter Cushing. That blazed across the screen in its glorious technicolour. I can’t remember it straying too far from its original story either and that is always appreciated.

As for the book adaptation, it doesn’t stop. There are no quiet moments, the Doctor and his companions get split up from the off and we get introduced to the Daleks and their slaves – the Robomen. There’s also the Slyther, which does sound better on paper than it did look in the actual episode. There are some characters I wish we could have had fleshed out more, such as Dortmund. Susan and David’s relationship does not really make sense. I guess that is why The Doctor made the decision to leave Susan behind, because I don’t think she would have wanted to leave her grandfather for a man she had only just met. It’s a more emotive moment in the TV episode, rather than on paper. I wonder, did the Doctor ever go back to find Susan? He must have done.

I have to also add as a new Who fan in 2006/7 and going back to watch the episodes from the 60’s, I love William Hartnell’s Doctor, and his companions – his granddaughter Susan and teachers Ian and Barbara. I thought it was a good dynamic, whereas with other Doctor’s and companions – too many in the group didn’t work as well I thought.

Rating: 5 out of 5.

at the door – a poem

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my backpack sits slumped over

from where it was thrown –

coming in from going out –

gathering dust –

and when lockdown was announced

there the backpack remained –

the shoes piled around it,

like loose stones around a rock –

the contents of time suspended –

loose mints, and receipts –

a water bottle, and pens separated

from their lids –

pads and wipes –

lip balm –

a notebook –

and until i remembered

to throw it in the bin –

some days later into lockdown –

a half-eaten lunch –

i didn’t dare to peel back the foil it was wrapped in.

Kate ©

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Book Review. Camera Girl by Doreen Spooner.

This book runs the gamut of one woman’s life. It begins in the present day of Doreen’s domestic life in the 1960’s, where she discovers the debts, and alcoholism, of her French husband. Previously a photographer in Fleet Street, Doreen gave up her career to raise their 2 children. When she makes this discovery, Doreen must return to work.

The narrative then takes us back to Doreen’s childhood. Her mother suffers a miscarriage and that triggers a depression that lasted throughout her life. Her mother’s story is a familiar one for women of that time. She became carer (i.e. skivvy) to a deaf mother, live in grandparents and siblings. This was what was expected of the eldest child.

‘domesticity became her reason for living. Somehow, like millions of other women in those days, she persuaded herself it was the highest calling a woman could have,’

Doreen’s father was where her love of photography came from. He had an editorial role at a largely distributed newspaper at the time The Daily Herald. It is he who encouraged Doreen to achieve her dream of being a photographer.

While in a school of photography, as a young woman, Doreen observed this,

‘all these people wanted to create were pretty paintings, smooth glossy images of bland perfection shot beside an urn with roses or a pair of fake French windows,’

Remind you of anything?

In those days in London, Fleet Street was the place newspapers were put together. It was also no place a woman was expected to want to work. Doreen didn’t care for that. From school we join Doreen in her early journey of capturing on film Lapland, America, Einstein and young royalty. She accompanied famous photographers at the time and learnt her craft.

Back home, Doreen found herself at a crossroads. She was invited by a friend to France, where work was available. This is where Doreen finds romance and her future husband. The narrative tos and fros between France and England, as they marry and have children.

This is when we return to where the book started, where Doreen’s husband is a struggling photographer and is also finding it hard to fit in with English culture. Doreen’s return to work as a newspaper photographer is a success, but this also causes friction within the marriage.

Doreen’s husband slowly retreats into his alcoholism and he loses virtually everything, as eventually Doreen is unable to help him and ends their marriage.

This book has many human stories and it’s a great read. One of my favourites.

Rating: 5 out of 5.

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this continues to surprise me

i suffer (i sUfFeR) with depression and i am a writer. i am a writer who likes to share their work and sometimes that can become draining causing burnout – sharing on social media, updating a blog, Patreon posts, readings, sending subs out to publications etc.

if you’re a writer who likes to share their work, self-promotion is very important. It can consume you. i don’t do much of it anymore because of my aforementioned depression.

When i am depressed i do not want to share my writing. i don’t even want to write. i don’t want to do anything.

It can be difficult to recognise when you have stopped sharing.

i only notice when i have edited some of my poems, i have liked them, and i felt like sharing them. Then i’m like wait i want to share something new? and i realise it has been a while since i really wanted to do that. For me, sharing my poems is about connection. One thing you don’t want to do when depressed is be connecting with people. There’s a disconnect. And wanting to share signifies i want to be vulnerable and open again. 

i feel with depression so much shit builds up – it’s like a dam waiting to burst. And it’s a relief to be able to finally let it out. Which with poetry is a great combination. Any writing.

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