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Day Seven of Nano – plenty of words and rain too, but what’s the time?

nanowrimo-crest-05e1a637392425b4d5225780797e5a76I’ve been here in Turkey for seven weeks now, and in that time it has only rained on two days. Every other day it has been sunny. This is so good for the spirit, regular blue sky and sunshine.

Even as I write I can see some shafts of light piercing the heavy pillows of cloud. Yesss! The sun may appear, but more writing will be done if I am confined to barracks because of rain.

My laptop is determined to tell me I have more hours left to write than I actually have. I keep resetting it to the correct time and it keeps changing it back when I’m not looking.

So today, knowing that I am in the Istanbul time zone and knowing that I am actually in western Turkey I have had to pretend to the laptop that I am in Minsk. Minsk is the sno-hands-clockame as Baghdad and Moscow so I hope the laptop doesn’t notice and allows me to stay three hours ahead of the UK.

And now to rain more words on the Nano novel.

And thank you, Simon Haynes, for telling me about FreeMind , the marvellous mind mapping tool that I have used to plot and plan my novel.

Day seven input here I come…

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What a useful coincidence

It’s only two days since I was bemoaning my inability to write some science fiction.

By total chance an email from the local library dropped into my inbox yesterday telling me about their new e-resources. Lo and behold they offer some online magazines. Best of all they have available my favourite magazine – New Scientist. It’s chock-full of snippets about science, medicine, climate, all sorts of information on Pluto in case I want to write about alien worlds. (I don’t)

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So that’s today’s writing planned. I have no excuse at all to complain I’m short of ideas. I’m spoilt for choice in fact. Now I just need a plot, or some free writing to get me going…

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Another microadventure – Information received loud and unclear

I spend quite a bit of time in a village in the Turkish mountains. It’s a bit like Scotland but with warm sunny weather. Not in winter, though. It’s a summer place.

water and tapI complained long and loud to anyone who would listen about my April trip to Turkey earlier this year. A number of unexpected power cuts hit the country and I spent more hours than anticipated sitting under the duvet wearing two pairs of pyjamas, waiting for the electricity to come back on so I could boil the kettle, make some coffee and have a shower. And possibly connect to the internet, but that’s not life-changing.

I noted to my listeners that all communities in Turkey have a public address system, a useful and informative method of reaching thousands of people instantly. On the occasion of the power cuts it was not, unfortunately, employed to give us any information. A wasted opportunity to contact a needy public. But never mind. Even Turkish-language announcements get willingly translated to the English-speaking people who live or stay here.

Today the public address system was used to relay information to… me.

I drove to the municipal offices this afternoon to pay my water and sewage bill, a bit overdue as I don’t live here all the time.

The lady who processes your account and takes your payment sits in a little office of her own and welcomed me. I produced the bill that had been left at my house by the meter-reading man and she tapped details into her keyboard. She told me in Turkish how much I owed – well, confirmed how much the bill said.

I offered her my Turkish bank card and she apologised. No, sorry, only cash would do.

‘Ah,’ I said, ‘cash machine in the car park!’

‘Yes,’ she smiled.

‘I will come back in ten minutes,’ I said.

‘I wait for you,’ she said.

Off I went, drew out a chunk of money, paid a large commission to the bank that owns the machine and returned to the water lady.
turkish liraAs she was processing my payment she explained that I had paid two surcharges for late payment. She went into some detail about how these surcharges could be avoided for the next bill. What I needed to do was come to her office at quarter to four on October 23 and she would telephone the man who takes readings and she would allow me to pay in cash, sort of in advance.

‘How much will it be?’ I asked. I wanted to make sure I had enough cash next time or the bank surcharge would eliminate any avoided late fee.

Her hand gestures and facial expression indicated that she couldn’t tell me and she couldn’t possibly guess.

‘I will return on 23 October, three forty-five,’ I tried to say in Turkish, while writing it down on a piece of paper in figures. She smiled. I smiled.

I went back up the street and bought some bread. Swinging the package from my right hand and complimenting myself on an afternoon usefully spent – water bill paid, bread bought and money withdrawn from cash machine, I headed back to my car. The sun shone brilliantly and the swimming pool beckoned. Perhaps a glass of chilled chardonnay might even follow.

School was just about to finish as I walked past the playground. The public address system announces key times at the school – start in the morning, lunch break, end of day. The electronic music played its little tune – like the one Classic FM plays to introduce their adverts.

‘School must be ending,’ I thought.

Then I heard a garbled, oddly-pronounced message ‘A… H… M… come back to belediyesi.’ It was repeated. Across the whole valley, to thousands of people, the water lady was calling me, in English, to return to the municipal water payments office.

I laughed out loud in the street. I must have forgotten my receipt. Or perhaps it was actually going to be possible to pay in advance – today.

But no.

She was all of a dither. I had not paid, she said.

I did, I said. I came back with money from the machine.

But in the discussion and explanation about my returning at precisely three-forty-five on the actual date of 23 October, I had in fact not paid her the money – but she had in fact given me a receipt. She must have been horror-struck when she discovered her mistake. And then she had to broadcast it to the whole valley. Possibly she worried that her boss would deduct the amount from her meagre salary.

I paid her and apologised. She apologised back.

We both smiled.

At least the public address system works.

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The Queue-jumper – a microadventure

queueAs soon as the man walked in the door I had him down as a queue-jumper. Our branch of the bank gets really busy and as we sit with our tickets waiting for our number to appear above the tellers’ desks, queue-jumpers can be very frustrating and delay our own transactions. You can spend an hour sitting in a bank waiting to deposit some £ sterling or transfer some funds from your savings account.

We all looked on as he headed straight for the nearest teller, who was taking a deposit of a great pile of banknotes from a customer. Probably the weekend’s takings from a small business. It was Monday after all. The teller stopped as he was loading the notes into the counting machine, hand poised mid-air and clutching a wad of money.

The man, in blue Polo shirt and grubby grey trousers, said something to the teller and showed him a laminated card that had the Turkish flag on it. I don’t know what it was. Re-directing him to a teller position at the far end of the bank the teller then carried on loading his banknotes.  The counting machine chuntered on.

The man walked to the end of the office and spoke to a woman through the final teller window. She inspected the laminated card he offered her and then raised her voice and spoke to the other tellers in the office as they were serving their customers. Her question to them contained the word ‘calismak’, which is Turkish for ‘work’.

Each teller in turn shook their head and said no. The woman relayed that to the man and he turned slowly and headed for the door. His body language indicated humility and acceptance of the decision.

He wasn’t a queue-jumper. He was a middle-aged man with no work and therefore no money coming in. Today he was probably asking everywhere for work in this busy town. He was prepared to walk into a bank and be publicly humiliated in front of a dozen or so people, just so he could try to find a job. Any little job. Empty the bins, polish the floor, tidy someone’s garden, paint the front door.

I cursed myself for my snap judgement. I was wrong. I admired the man’s courage and my heart went out to him. I wished him success. He wasn’t after charity, just honest work.

Today’s microadventure taught me to think before passing judgement on another.

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Do my stories lack Suspense?

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When a story of mine fails to win a competition or be accepted for publication I try to work out why it wasn’t chosen. Of course, it might just be the wrong story in the wrong place but it’s always worth trying to give a story a makeover.

I say this because I gave one story a 90% makeover and it won a competition. Never mind that the previous draft was poorly written with mixed-up points of view (yes, I admit it, the judges were right).

Today I gave a ‘failed’ story a makeover and injected some of my internet-gathered suspense factors. There are some excellent writers’ web sites with tips tailored to all sorts of fiction inadequacies and I had selected 22 ideas on generating Suspense that I wanted to explore. I felt as if I was holding a bag of mixed sweets and was eager to try some.

The story is memoir and a bit sentimental so I added a measure of cruelty towards the protagonist. She was an interesting and convincing person anyway but she needed an impetus to push her story forward. I made her more feisty and I began to admire her spirit as she fought against her tormentor.

Then I added a subplot that fitted neatly around the existing tale. In addition to increasing suspense for the reader it provided a more satisfying ending, which echoed the scene I had set up at the beginning of the piece.

What I have to do now is shut it in a drawer and wait three weeks till it ferments. Then I’ll take it out and read it just to see if it’s rubbish or actually better than the previous draft. It’s exciting waiting for my own decision on the re-vamp in a few weeks.

And I still have my shopping list of 22 suspense-generating ideas waiting to be adapted and rolled out elsewhere.

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