tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560183633564910142.post3068673404068295135..comments2015-08-28T07:55:52.765+01:00Comments on Greyling Bay: ShapesJane Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03411253302725735470noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560183633564910142.post-62596431181839429612009-03-08T16:19:00.000+00:002009-03-08T16:19:00.000+00:00Douglas, don't worry: I might not adore you yet (I...Douglas, don't worry: I might not adore you yet (I hardly know you!) but I do love your writing.Jane Smithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03411253302725735470noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560183633564910142.post-59499478567619310562009-02-24T21:47:00.000+00:002009-02-24T21:47:00.000+00:00And Jane... sorry if I gave you, or others, to thi...And Jane... sorry if I gave you, or others, to think when I said 'for the love' that it was the getting of love from you or others... What I meant was that I gave mine away for the love of writing, and giving, and being a part of something.<BR/><BR/>:-)<BR/><BR/>Loving it.<BR/><BR/>DDouglas Brutonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12625886640338360592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560183633564910142.post-83515081117669684792009-02-24T16:05:00.000+00:002009-02-24T16:05:00.000+00:00You're just trying to pretend you don't know me no...You're just trying to pretend you don't know me now.<BR/><BR/>RJF (not the real one.)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560183633564910142.post-23212520838263917962009-02-23T20:08:00.000+00:002009-02-23T20:08:00.000+00:00Douglas, I liked this piece too. The very nature ...Douglas, I liked this piece too. The very nature of this project makes it difficult to realise the full potential of any of the characters in just one piece about them, doesn't it? <BR/><BR/>And Anonymous, I'm not quite sure what you're trying to imply here, but I suspect you need to find yourself a different brand of biscuits: the ones you're eating seem to have upset you. Or was it the cheese straws?<BR/><BR/>I shall confirm: no one gets anything for their writing here. Not a cheese straw or two, and certainly no love. I don't love anyone but me. Just so you all know. <BR/><BR/>:)Jane Smithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03411253302725735470noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560183633564910142.post-65038708809488173192009-02-21T22:09:00.000+00:002009-02-21T22:09:00.000+00:00Sorry.Focus on the positives... I like the structu...Sorry.<BR/><BR/>Focus on the positives... I like the structure of the piece a lot. And I love the girl... really love how real she is. That's what you should be reading.<BR/><BR/>The rest of what I said is just static interference. Stick your fingers in your ears and you won't hear it.<BR/><BR/>Sorry too you have not got your cheese straw. Is that the going rate for 500 words these days? I gave mine away for the love.<BR/><BR/>Really with my best wishes for you and your writing.<BR/><BR/>Mr B (sometimes known as D)Douglas Brutonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12625886640338360592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560183633564910142.post-24448206765782333942009-02-21T20:46:00.000+00:002009-02-21T20:46:00.000+00:00Dear Mr B, sorry you didn't like my do-do but it ...Dear Mr B, sorry you didn't like my do-do but it was quick 15 minute do-do, it was never meant to be a literary masterpiece I slaved over for days,weeks, the rest of my life. I could explain its inner working but I have a biscuit resting in my tea I cannot leave alone for too long. I just want to say that I sold my do-do for a cheese-straw to a woman from Yorkshire(t). I'm still waiting for my straw, apparently her ninja trained attack cat who wears a bullet-proof pop-sock ate it. I shall never trust that woman again. <BR/><BR/>Not the real RJF (from a padded cell in Lurkland.)<BR/><BR/>Now, woman from Yorkshire(t), you see why I never post here. And why the price for my do-do has gone up so much.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560183633564910142.post-62649231278037760192009-02-20T11:08:00.000+00:002009-02-20T11:08:00.000+00:00As I am a newbie here I feel I should comment on s...As I am a newbie here I feel I should comment on some of the now-posting pieces...<BR/><BR/>I like the child in this and I like how we get to know the painter through her thoughts about the child. I like the clever coming back to the yellow swirly lumpy snail at the end... a nice structural element.<BR/><BR/>But some of the other elements did jar a little in my head: "her footfalls as brief in life as she will be"??? Is the little girl going to die and does the painter have some kind of prophetic insight? Or is this just about her being a girl one minute and then all growed up, and therefore, as is, a little over-written?<BR/><BR/>And "I hoped she’d always run free. I hoped she wasn’t always told endlessly to be careful of this, careful of that. Don’t touch. Don’t look. Hardly be. No, you couldn’t trap a spirit like hers, why would you even dare to try?" This seems like another example of over-doing it... and for me these thoughts being overdone lack the ring of truth.<BR/><BR/>But I do love that little girl... she rings true.<BR/><BR/>Best<BR/><BR/>DDouglas Brutonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03758881615859415262noreply@blogger.com