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This blog is just to record my experience of writing a story. That is something I have wanted to do all my life. I guess it is now or never.

I am just doing it for fun. I do not really intend to publish it. Mind you, I shall give that a try if I ever get it finished :).

The blog is only intended for me to keep a diary of my thoughts and for some of my close friends, especially those at the Richmond Writers' Circle (bless them for their patience).

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Showing posts with label Ladies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ladies. Show all posts

Sunday, 18 November 2012

Chapter 2 Scene 6

n uneasy return from Scotland

\link to Google Drive Chapter 2 Scene 6

I haven't a lot to say about this scene. Its purpose is to set up future conflict.

I was a bit disappointed that the train South was not then called the Flying Scotsman. The Scotch Express doesn't have the same ring to it. The Flying Scotsman was famous when I was young partially because I think someone had made a speeded up film of the journey.


 By 1904 the Scotch Express had a dining car and a corridor. The meal break stop was no longer necessary. I forget how the journey took - getting on for 12 hours I should think.

Thursday, 15 November 2012

Chapter 2 Scene 3.5

The ladies of the Kensington Gore Croquet Club are attacked in a grotto.

Link to Google Drive


This is an "then all hell broke loose" scene (a phrase Elmore Leonard says you must never use) Leonard is right of course - the trouble is he says you mustn't use "suddenly" either which I find much harder. Avoiding it does seem to me a good discipline though.

One of the things that was a great movie experience for me as a child was the atack on the Nautilus by the giant squid. Someone once said that if you want a single symbol of what steampunk is go for the Nautilas in 20,000 Leagues under the sea.  And let's face it, by the loch there does have to be some sort of monster.

I was hoping for something really atmospheric for the underground quay









When it comes to secret passageways my mind never goes far past Young Frankenstein. You remember? "Put - the - candle - BACK!"








There is supposed to be a secret passage at Boleskine to the graveyard at least. I don't think it's ever been found.




My idea of a Kraken - I could go quite as far as the one in Pirates of the Carribbean

Twenty thousand leagues under the sea is one of the first movies I can remember seeing and being thrilled by. No wonder I'm a steampunk fan.








This is the toy my parents bought me after the movie. I have a precise memory of playing with it in a rock pool at Brixham







Janet at her most dramatic.Who would have thought that that nice Geraldine McKewan from Miss Marple could look like that. Her fist film role was about when I was playing with my Nautilus. There's a thought.






I wanted something really KAPOW!!! for Angel's rifle / shotgun. I'm not sure the Winchester is exactly right but there's only so much research you can do.




Well here is one of the scenes that thrilled me all those tears ago. My goodness, doesn't it look like return to the forbidden planet?

James mason and giant squid

and here is the one that stayed in my mind.

Mason ventures out








Saturday, 10 November 2012

Chapter 2 Scene 3.4

Recovery in the Kitchen. Eliza investigates the hearth

Chapter 2 Scene 3.4 link to Drive

More footage of Crowley and Boleskine - this time a little less frantic - here
BBC programme about Crowley and Boleskine


 This is an Edwardian kitchen. The one in this picture and the one in the next are, I suppose, close to what I envisaged for this scene - not exactly though.







I really think of the one my grandmother worked in. It was in the basement of a large house just off Kensington Gardens. There was a very long table (or so it seemed to me when I was small). There wasn't much activity in the house; only Colonel Mountenay lived there. My grandmother and another couple of elderly ladies sat round the table drinking tea most of the time. That is my memory. I particularly remember the servant bells like the ones in the picture below.

Here is my grandmother Sarah (She liked to be called Pollie by her friends - as in put the kettle on, she would say,) The place is Kensington Gardens, I think, with the Round Pond in the background. It is not far then from where she worked. The alien moonface in the pram is me.

At times like this you always wish you had better photos. I know that it is a bit out of place in this blog but, well - there you go.

By the way this picture would have been about 1950; Forty-five years after the events in my story. It is sixty - two years old so closer to then than now.



 I expect the hearth where Eliza found the charred scraps looked like this one.




Friday, 2 November 2012

Chapter 2 Scene 3.1

The ladies of the Kensington Gore Croquet Club travel by car to Boleskine House on the shores of Loch Ness

Chapter 2 Scene 5.1

Here is Loch Ness. Not a monster in sight - sorry.




Boleskine House on the shores of Loch Ness. It was bought by Aleister Crowley in 1899. This gave him the right to call himself Laird Of Boleskine, which I imagine he liked enormously. In the 1970s the house was bought by Jimmy Page of Led Zeppelin. Another family live there now who ask to be left alone by occultists and other nuisance visitors. Crowley is rumoured by some to have left a half raised spirit behind him.

We're used to seeing pictures of Crowley when he was relatively old. But, at the time of my story he was in his twenties still. (There are any number of pics of him I could use in this blog.  I think he liked the camera.









The Boleskine cemetery doesn't look quite as gothick as in my story. In fact I more had my mind on my local cemetery at Shacklegate Lane. Nevertheless there is reputed to be a secret tunnel from the graveyard to the House. It has never be found though. (To my knowledge, anyway)




When I I put into my story the spirit of a young girl what I had in mind was a sequence in the 1970s computer game 'The Colonel's Bequest' by the legendary Sierra Games. This pic though makes a good illustration.







For the madwoman I had in mind an actress I saw in Sydney playing a convicted murderess in 'The Art of Success'. Her only previous acting experience had been as Eeyore in Winnie the Pooh.  She was BRILLIANT!

Alas the Sydney production of this play was immediately after September 11, 2001, As a result the audience were outnumbered by the cast.  Anyway she is mt ide of what my madwoman looks like.  I couldn't find a pic of her so make do with these ones.