I was thinking, as I wrote my cards this year, how is it, that we live in a world of E-mails, Text Messaging, Snapchat, Twitter, Virtual Reality, etc. etc. – in a world that is supposed to be saving its natural resources – we still send these real life cards?!
I know there are online ‘e-cards’, but they’re not quite the same are they? I even know someone who doesn’t put his cards up, (If you’re not from the UK… We display our received cards along with the Christmas decorations, either hung, cheesily a la 1970s on a line strung across a wall, or blue-tacked to a wall or door). This guy, he puts his in the shredder!!!! Immediately!!!!
I know there are also some truly horrendous cards out there – especially the photos used for the ‘personal touch’ cards; I’ll sprinkle a few of these throughout for your pleasure – like hideous snowflakes! Here’s your first…
So, I decided to collect a few factoids together about cards for you. Enjoy.
The first commercial Christmas card was created and sent in 1843 in the UK. It cost 1 shilling (5 pence/8 cents today)
The most expensive Christmas card, was this very same, first card. Sold in November 2001 for £20,000 ($28,158).
Christmas cards (of a kind) had already been a thing in Ancient China and 15th century Germany.
The Greeting Card Association report for 2017 states that:- Nearly 100 million Christmas single cards were sold, add packs of cards, bringing the total for the Christmas card market to one billion cards sold in the UK.
The US apparently sends around 2 billion cards annually.
Christmas cards with glitter often cannot be recycled.
Millions of tons of cards and wrapping paper end up in landfill sites each year.
The first Christmas postage stamp in US was issued in 1962.
There are around 123 companies that make Christmas/greetings cards.
What are Christmas cards made of? Wood pulp, part textile waste, acrylic, inks, parents tears and fake conviviality.
According to one magazine, House Beautiful, the polar bear is this years most popular design for Christmas cards. (Get yours now, these animals may be extinct in 15 years if climate change continues)
The three Kings rode from the east. It was unseasonably warm and time was running out.
“Fuck language, fucking gearstick’s…ngh…get in ya bastard!”
“Dad. You’re so sweary.”
“Alisha, the day you get your own car and do your own…argh…bastard…Christmas shopping…grr…don’t talk to me about effing swearing. Gotcha!”
The Signal yellow Austin Allegro belched and farted and grizzled through early evening traffic.
“Take the A124, Frank, that’ll take us straight to Canary Wharf, right, right! Frank.”
“I always drive this way.”
“Every year’s the same.” sighed Alisha popping her right earbud back in.
“Mare, did you bring the list?”
“I thought you had it? I told you it was on the hall table.”
“I said I was putting water in the friggin car. That was your job, Mare. One list. One-”
“I’ve got it.” Alisha waved a white piece of paper at the rearview mirror.
At Blackwall roundabout, the traffic slowed, slowed and the not so trusty steed ground to a halt.
“Fuck! Fuckfuckfuckkity fuck!!” screamed Frank.
Alisha sank lower in the rear seat, aware of other drivers and passengers watching the beetroot faced man having a meltdown in the shittiest car in England.
“Once again,” said Mary, “Mind the language.”
“Why? Why should I mind my language?”
Mary indicated the backseat passenger with a head motion.
Alisha rolled her eyes.
“She’s seventeen years old, Mare.”
“It’s true mum. I am. And I do know swear words. In fact we did about them in English, for example did you know the word fuck-”
“It’s a real word mum. Did you know, it appeared as early as the 15th century in some poem about the monks of Ely fucking local wives-”
“Alisha King. I don’t care about the fucking monks of Ely. I just want to buy Christmas presents!” Mary cried.
“And you just used it correctly as a verb, or is that an adjective?”
Eventually on the move again, after a fashion, the Kings kangarooed along Upper Bank Street. Six eyes straining.
“I love the old traditions.” Alisha said, “Such as trying to find a parking space.”
“We should have taken the train.” Mary moaned.
“What, and carry all it all back with a million other sweaty bodies? No thanks.” Frank made a yipping sound. “There!” He ground the gears, and his teeth. “Shit! There’s a bike in it.”
They droveround and around the parking lot until they saw a shopper emerge from the mall. She was wearing themed tacky Deely Boppers; two gold stars danced about her head as she walked.Then they followed her,until she led them to a parking space.
“Yay!” cheered Mary as they pulled up. “Okay, what’s everyone need?”
“Samsung Galaxy S7; Pink Gold, please.” Alisha thumbed the dial, selecting a new tune and slunk off ahead of her parents.
“How about you Frank? I need to find something for Janice and the nephews. Oh, don’t let me forget your dad’s razor.”
“He doesn’t need a new razor, Mare.”
“That’s not the point love. It’s Christmas.”
“What, so we buy shit we don’t need or won’t use or that breaks in five minutes?”
Mary started to make her way to the shopping centre, “Come on love, get in the spirit will you.”
Frank looked at the press of bodies, the trolleys filled to overflowing, crying kids, mums with frayed tempers, the signs plastered across the windows, Christmas Eve Sales, took a preparatory breath and through gritted teeth said, “Peace on Earth, Goodwill to Men, and Batteries not Included.”
I finished writing my story today, HURRAH! Yes, the one I was doing for NaNoWriMo, that I did not complete in the time-frame; 1st to 30th November.
But now I have to edit it,BOO!
I cannot tell you how much I despise editing. The story was planned – first time I have done that, researched, written and completed.
The idea has been expulsed from my mind and body, like giving birth, or squeezing a particularly juicy spot. I do not really want to spend time poking and fiddling around with the after-stuff. And yet I cannot afford an editors fee – I know some out there who say, they only charge so much per thousand words, but free is the affordable amount for me.
When I was a visual artist, I made a quick pencil sketch of my idea, transferred the image to canvas, and painted it – done. I used acrylics because, firstly I couldn’t handle oils and secondly, acrylic paints dry so quickly, you can pack it up (for no-one to ever look at again!) a day later.
Writing is a bit like sex, the more you talk about it, the less I reckon you’re doing it. If I plan too much, or discuss too much, or overwork the idea, then I lose interest. For me, the excitement in writing lies in what will happen as I travel along this journey with my characters, and when we have reached the end I don’t want to go pouring over what might or might not have been.
Editing gets in the way of me starting my next story; I nearly always have two or three; even four ideas bubbling away at once.
Editing is like waiting for three hours at the airport for your bags after returning from holiday – feels like wasting time, but that’s your stuff.
Editing is like doing the washing up after a fat, fulfilling meal – takes the shine off it.
Editing is like having to write the envelopes after the Christmas cards are written – boring.
Revisiting the NaNaWriMo site is helpful, to a degree. There’s congratulations and praise; regardless of whether a writer reached 50,000 words or not. For the NaNo team, it’s the taking part that matters, that effort was made, and creativity happened. But what they do have is a link to help people like me – 5 Quick Editing Wins for December.Thanks NaNo Team (Katharine Gripp and co)
So, I am off to edit now, wish me luck. To misquote the heroic Captain Oates, “I’m going in and I might be some time.”
The ‘Challenge Alex’ experiment continues. This weeks suggestion comes from Beckie. When I asked what genre of music this was I was told it is a kind of Heavy Metal/Rock. Wikipedia tells us it is Metalcore/Gothic Metal/Industrial Metal – so let’s see what happens to my middle-aged-lady sensibilities!!!! Turning up the volume for…
Motionless in White…
N.B: this is NOT a review – it’s simply an experiment in expanding my listening tastes.
*** WARNING*** THERE WILL BE PROFANITY***
What I listened to –
1. Necessary Evil feat. Jonathan Davis – Reminded me a little of Marilyn Manson. The opening has this familiarity that I cannot put my finger on; a repeated refrain on an unidentifiable instrument. With lyrics stolen from Lesley Gore’s 1960s “It’s my party” for the verse – ‘It’s my party, and I’ll cry if I want to, Cry if I want to, cry if I want to…” Becomes, “It’s my body and I’ll die when I want to, Die when I want to, die when I want to…”. All very Goth with Emo lyrics – of course all teens have this dark side (No-one likes to talk about it though). There’s some lyrics sung in ‘Screamer’ style. I first heard this type of singing from Norwegian bands about 10 years ago.
What does it sound like to me? Sort of what Beckie said – Heavy Metal/Rock. I can hear it’s roots in the Metal genre, completely updated to include the Gothic and Industrial.
Did I like it? Yes! My head was banging and my foot tapping from the first notes on.
2. Reincarnate – Opening with electronic, industrial guitar sound. Vocals vary between growly to ‘poppy’. This has a softer feel compared to the first song. Heavy on the drums, briefly.
What does it sound like to me? Pop, with a ‘screamer’ influence.
Did I like it? Not as much as the first one. It was okay.
3.Eternally yours – Sounds like a keyboard and drum opening, which was rather ‘pretty’ (Hey, I’m getting used to the hard-core dudes!). Again the growler voice makes way for the pop; chorus and verse see-saws between two vocal styles – intense, dark and aggressive to lighter vocals and guitar.
What does it sound like to me? Pop/Metal/Goth
Did I like it? Nah.
4. Black Damask – Piano melody, light Gothic, almost something one might hear as film intro, then pow! All of a sudden to screamer vocals (No, I do not know what he was saying!) and then the pop voice briefly, but mostly the ear-splitting, teeth-grinding roaring bile of an angry (young?!) man.
What does it sound like to me? Goth Metal
Did I like it?Kind of.
5. Puppets 3 (The Grand Finale) Feat. Dani Filth – Strafing the guitar again. Did some one scream or was that keyboard. High octane, racing lyrics, drums and guitar chords. The speed is quite exhilarating; however, I did have a look at the lyrics and find it’s a kind of ended romance and felt a little aggrieved that this sound should be slave to yet another ‘love song’. There is a brief moment we hear guitar solo, and it so reminded me of those 1970s Metal Bands.
What does it sound like to me? Goth/Metal
Did I like it?I think so; though I didn’t enjoy the sentiment in the lyrics.
6.Death March – Industrial alarm like the workers are finished, rolling heavy drums lead into screamer vocals. Lead singer, Chris ‘Motionless’ Cerulli, sounds even more like Manson in this. Pretty tame considering it’s called Death March.
What does it sound like to me? Metal.
Did I like it? It was okay – would have liked more Industrial sounds included.
7.Immaculate Misconception – Twenty-eight seconds of what sounds like a single chord on a church organ gives way to an angry roar “What the fuck?!” and continues to rant throughout, backed by, what I would call regular pop vocals. A sudden halt – the ears sigh with relief – and twelve seconds of what sounds like wind through abandoned warehouse.
What does it sound like to me? Industrial Goth
Did I like it? Would have liked more of the eerie industrial stuff and it’s beginning to sound very ‘samey’ by now.
8. Creatures – Spoken word from, what I believe to be, archive radio footage, scratch,“Death”, rattle, rubbing, clink, ring and tapping sounds are the intro. Breaks into a frantic drum and guitar rhythm with a slower keyboard accompaniment. Just after the mid point the vocals take on the cleaner more innocent quality before reverting back to screamer. Ends with the ‘itchy’ metal and a woman’s voice saying “There is more inside of me.” and stops dead.
What does it sound like to me? Industrial Goth/Metal
Did I like it? I think so. I liked the intro and ‘outro’ especially and the frantic drums and bass.
9. America – Was that an animal or a horse screaming at the very beginning?! Carousel music and a voice played backwards, stretch into the tune then other eclectic sounds and a cricket? A steady drum and guitar beat matching the growling vocals provide a very coherent piece. Feels like this is the band’s actual sound, it’s has more confidence (you don’t need to scream to sound confident) and isn’t trying to ‘fit in’ as much angst and variation as possible.
What does it sound like to me? Industrial Goth.
Did I like it? Yes. Second favourite after Necessary Evil.
10. Loud(Fuck It) – Nirvana style trash guitar intro. Bit of a contrast to what I’ve become used to with this group.
What does it sound like to me? An anthem. More rock than anything Goth. If the vocals were sung without roaring, this could be a rock song, a good rock song (I hate stadium rock), but not Goth.
Did I like it? Kind of. Not sure if it’s good or mediocre.
To round-up – I will probably be giving Motionless in White another listening to. I do not, as a rule, watch the music videos that are made for the songs I have been listening to – I do believe that the audience today puts too much emphasis on these visuals, which in turn, takes away from the actual thing they should be paying attention to – the music. I have peeked at one or two (just to see) and I did with M.I.W. I had mixed reactions – Oh, not more of this/Cooool/Derivative much?/I wish I was a teenager again. Another issue I have is the names of the band members – Chris “Motionless” Cerulli (lead vocals), Ricky “Horror” Olson (rhythm guitar), Devin “Ghost” Sola (bass); I mean, really? Come on guys, how old are you? (Turns out, Cerulli is 31, Olsen is 29, and Sola is 27).
There was a lot of swearing in the vocals, much of it I think I missed too!! But swearing doesn’t offend me – I like a good swear myself sometimes – but repetition is the sure way to make that word impotent. And who wants an impotent Fuck!?