Sunday, 31 October 2010

READ ME!

Hello

My new (and soon to be only) blog is now at www.thebrokendollblog.blogspot.com

Everything will be moved there and will have photography, creative writin & The Broken Doll news!

Go now, look and follow!

Sarah x

Friday, 23 July 2010

The Broken Doll

Anyone currently following this blog, and would like to continue to follow me should head on over to www.thebrokendollblog.blogspot.com

In a short while, the aesthetics of unreality and life through a lens will be closed.

Cheers for reading!

Tuesday, 6 April 2010

How far do you go?

When researching a novel/character/incident how far should you go? Should you be that character? Live their life and think their thoughts?

Friday, 12 March 2010

Paloma Faith



I love this woman. Her album has kept me (almost) sane since it was released and on Friday I get to see her live. I'm over excited! Extremely over excited!

I'm hoping to get some good photos too as I'm obsessed with images of people at the moment and a gig provides a good opportunity to (hopefully) grab some decent shots on my not so decent camera!

Friday, 12 February 2010

Schizophrenic Writing

“Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia.” E.L Doctorow

I have a story in my head. It's been whirling around in my head since early October 2009 and yet I have failed to put anything on paper. I started to write the first chapter two nights ago but decided it was all wrong, my writing was messy and the page didn't feel right so I ripped the page out and threw the paper away. I haven't attempted to write it again although my mind keeps adding words, description and scenes to it. It seems that attempting to break away from short stories is proving to be difficult and causing a big block between my mind, the pen and the page. The idea is there, it's just not willing to come out yet.

The main character in the story is schizophrenic. I decided that I couldn't write the illness effectively without researching it, getting some good books about people's experiences and submerging myself in all things schizophrenic. So, I trudged to the local library (one of my new favourite places to be) only to find nothing about schizophrenia in the library catalogue, luckily my Lovely L works at a library in Manchester and she will shortly be arriving, by train, armed with various books on the disease.

I'm hoping that the research will give me that much needed push to get the story out of my head and onto the page.

Stay tuned for updates!

Tuesday, 2 February 2010

Sylvia Plath

I've always known about Sylvia Plath. I knew she was a poet and was married to Ted Hughes. I knew that she had died many years ago but I didn't know her work.

Often, I would type her name into Google and just look at the results, never reading any further details about her. I would wander through bookshops picking up a collection of her poetry, holding it for a while before putting it back on the shelf. I always knew that I would like her and her work but something stopped me from reading anything she had written. Maybe it was a fear of disappointment, what if she didn't live up to the expectations I had placed on her?

Last week, in the local library, The Bell Jar caught my eye. I picked it up, checked it out and brought it home to read. I knew within a few pages that this would quickly become my favorite book, that I would re-read it over and over throughout the rest of my life. I've since spent a short amount of time reading up about her as a person and today I got her collection of journals. I thought for a while that it a shame I hadn't given in to my interest in her earlier on in life but there seems to be something nice about discovering her now.

I think that sometimes, a book, a person, a song or a film, can enter your life and make a difference to you. I think Sylvia Plath is making a difference in me, I don't fully know what that difference is yet but I'm looking forward to reading her poetry and exploring my new love for her and her work in detail.

Thursday, 28 January 2010

Hope, hate and Haiti.

www.100storiesforHaiti.org is doing a wonderful thing, they are putting together 100 short stories that centre around the theme of 'Hope' to raise funds for the people of Haiti.

The deadline for submissions has now passed but I urge you to keep an eye on the site and purchase the finished book when it's available in mid-February.

I had forgotten about the looming deadline until late last night when I read a blog reminding me about it. I quickly tapped away and sent off a submission, it might not be any good or what they want but it's in and no matter the result of my submission, I'll be proud to have a copy of the book on my ever expanding bookshelf.

It does shock me though that some people don't see the tragedy of Haiti. If you don't want to give money or support then don't but to moan about people who have is selfish. More than 150,000 people have been killed in Haiti which is three times the population of my home town. (It is speculated that 200,000 have been killed so make that four times the population of my home town.) There are children without parents, parents without children, 1.2 million people without homes. Relatives of those that have died are digging graves by the roadside and bodies are mounting up in at overflowing hospitals.

I wish that I had a recording of channel 4 from last week, it showed scenes of Haiti after the earthquake and it was heartbreaking - dead bodies were piled up in the street, the mortuaries were full and the Haitian people were doing their best to sort it out - I'd like that broadcast to show to the people who are posting dumb status' on Facebook that sometimes other people and other countries need help first. And if that doesn't work for them then I'd suggest this: "Imagine that your child, your partner, your parent, your friend was trapped in rubble and you were unable to get them out. Wouldn't you be thankful of other countries donating resources and people to perform brilliant rescues. Wouldn't you be thankful if, on discovering your house collapsed, there was some way you still had a bit of hope. Wouldn't you be happy that you could still eat and drink clean water thanks to aid agencies from around the world? Wouldn't you be thankful that your life had been saved?" Charity doesn't always start at home.


I think the words that sum up the whole thing better than I could is Haiti's motto: "Unity Creates Strength".