I’ve
been writing novels for much of my adult life, and blogging on websites,
including my own, for the past couple of years. For the next twelve months,
however, I’m going to blog here too, on the subject of my home town.
There's no grand plan about this. Nightly - or at least whenever I have time or inspiration – I’ll sit here at my desk and share whatever the town has been for me that day. Things that have interested me, that have caught my attention, made me smile, made me angry, joyful, happy or sad; buildings that I love; people who fascinate me; events that have taken place, or extraordinary incidences of natural phenomena – any of these might be included in my attempt to get under the skin of a town that teems with life, and that I happen to love.
So
do keep reading. Come back again, and keep on coming back. And spread the
word. If you don’t know Shrewsbury, it’s a place worth finding out about and,
if you do, you’ll know it deserves celebrating. A typical English country
town? Yes. With a history? Yes [you only need to see its half-timbered
buildings and medieval walls to know that]. But a town stuck in the past, no,
no, no. There may be places where you can turn three-sixty degrees and see nothing
older than sixteenth century. But modern shops preside beneath the medieval
roofscapes, tarmac replaces cobbles on the Georgian hills and the great red
sandstone castle looks down on Castle Gates, one of the busiest, most buzzing
and vibrant areas of town.
I could go on, but I'm sure you get the picture. And over the next year that picture will grow. I’d like to think that, one year from now, one of England's finest country towns will have been fleshed out and come alive. A daunting ambition, I know, but there's never any harm in aiming high.
So,
let's wait and see. One thing I’ve learnt as an author is the importance of
letting things take their course. Writing a book is a bit like navigating
a river – you never know what’s round the next bend. That’s the beauty of
the journey. And a blog is like a river too.
[Photographs taken on the night of December 31st 2012, in Shrewsbury, England,
copyright Pauline Fisk]
Looking forward to reading more.
ReplyDeleteHappily navigating the river with you Pauline!
ReplyDeleteHave a wonderful 2013.
Looking forward to writing more, Wobblydumdumtree, And thank you, Kathleen. Navigation is certainly today's key theme. Have just been down to view and photograph the flooded River Severn, which will be the subject, I suspect, of tomorrow's blog.
ReplyDeleteLooking forward to seeing the pics. It flooded the first year my Dad lived there and he sent me the local newspaper features about it. Hopre you are keeping your toes dry and it hasn't been too catastrophic for anyone.
ReplyDeleteToes dry, thanks. See my Jan 2nd blog on flooding. Which was your Dad's first year, I wonder? The one that stands out for me is in the autumn of the year 2000.
DeleteNice - I'm looking forward to reading this. I'm from Whitchurch (just up the road from Whixall Moss, where the Beast dwells :-) ) but currently in exile in Grenoble, France. I shall pop in regularly...
ReplyDeleteGreetings Gigi from Grenoble. Good to meet you. Don't know Whitchurch very well, I'm afraid, but was in Whixall School the other week as Shropshire's Chancellor of the Children's University. Hope you enjoy my little blog.
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