Showing posts with label hobby. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hobby. Show all posts

Saturday, 7 November 2015

Hobbies - shaking my booty

Hobbies - I have too many and my friends have given up trying to guess what I will do next. The big ones have stayed throughout my life - music, sport, reading and writing, but I've taken courses on subjects such as learning to change, the ancient Olympics, textiles in Ghana, starting with psychology, religious orders, art history (Brighton Pavilion), philosophy of religion, forensics and revolutions in sound recording. Then there's the courses on writing and poetry and literature!

However, since September I have been attending a belly dancing class. I am not a Strictly fan (I'm one of very few who doesn't watch it) - my love of dance comes from Bollywood, Belly Dancing and Street Dance. I don't think I could quite hold it together for street dance - at 60 I'd be a novelty I suppose!

I've always claimed I am a late developer. Maybe I'm living my life backwards. If only the age would go backwards! Anyway, I own a coin belt and am keen to shake it and shimmer while ironing (oh yes, I do!). It is hard work, belly dancing, as you have to isolate muscles. While you are trying to master that there are arm movements and walking to contend with! Sometimes my co-ordination goes out of the window but the music invites me to dance. I cannot keep still. I now have lots of moves I can do (or at least try) and we have started putting together a dance routine in class.

This is a style of dancing I've wanted to do for years but the class clashed with other things. This year I felt it was now or never. I have to get it out of my system. With only four of us in class I can't hide! It's fast and energy sapping. One hour and you know you've had a work out.


This dancer is so fluid. Amazing to watch,. Think it might be a while before I'm this good! At least I can  do some of these moves.

Tuesday, 2 July 2013

Why I write - July #wpad challenge



WHY I WRITE

Heck....why I write.  All writers say they just have to write that they cannot stop themselves, it's a compulsion.  That is right.  I feel all those things.  I didn't realise that when I first began writing.  I knew I liked doing it and I'd spend all day writing stories up in my bedroom and only come out (reluctantly) to eat.  When I'm into something eating or anything else is not important.  I eat because I know I should.  I'll snack on unhealthy things and quickly so I can get back to it - or eat while I'm writing.  When the momentum  is there, while I'm 'in the zone' I don't want to break it or the bubble might burst.

I write also because I have ideas that I must put on paper even if they don't go anywhere afterwards.  Sometimes they are too personal to share but writing helps me to express how I feel and it gets it out of the system.  These writings sometimes end up in something else, perhaps a line or a word.  They may lead to other writing but not always.

Also I love playing with words, trying to express myself differently, from a new angle or someone elses point of view.  I may choose a subject that is new to me.  This is where all these books I've gathered come in useful....the 'how to's' of poetry.  They contain exercises which take me into new areas and that is refreshing for me.

I began writing for me and it was later, much later that I wondered if anyone would like what I wrote.  While I was happy in my teens and early twenties to take my latest song to Mum and Dad and say 'hey listen' (poor them what could they say!) I didn't share my poetry with them.  It was only after I'd been published in more than one magazine that I thought I might actually be not bad at this.So I kept going, trying to improve, reading other people's poetry, taking classes and courses.  But it can be a lonely process.  I have one friend who likes to write and though we write different things we can commiserate, discuss and exchange information relevant to each of us. But a lot of my friends aren't interested so apart from maybe saying the odd thing they don't understand and quickly lose interest.

It is hard for me to take it seriously.  I often feel guilty when I'm writing as everything else gets left.  There is that tendency to think of writing as a hobby, something you indulge in now and then.  I guess that's how it started.  I'm not sure when I began to think of it as something more and think of myself as a writer.  Who else feels that way?  How do we overcome that?  Do let me know.

At the end of the day I'd still say that I write because I love doing it and despite the frustrations there is something great about the completed piece, a satisfaction of words coming together that I feel proud of or that expresses that image, feeling and situation just the way I want.  After countless edits it all falls into place and I wonder why I agonised over it for so long because the finished product seems so simple.

So, why do you write?  What gets the adrenalin pounding to take up a pen and pour words onto paper? Please share.