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New Writing North Writing Hour led by Linda France. Prompt 1: The loveliest sight/site on E/earth is... It's bucketing today. The gardens need it. The ground is parched. Linda was talking a lot about embracing mistakes and trying to allow the consciousness to drift and dance. Allow the mistakes to happen and dance on the page. I struggle with letting the mistakes be because I'm always trying to improve. Will try to cycle round to the prompt somehow. I suppose imperfection is the answer. Imperfection is the loveliest sight and the loveliest sites are imperfect. Which sight/site/cite it was - homonyms? - was not specified, which I like. Nor was earth as in ground or Earth our planet. Both, really. All. Imperfect thinking. Distractions. I'm having a lot of anxiety dreams lately. Normal for me, but they'd calmed down. Now I'm waiting on quite a few things at once. All uncertain. Unlikely to happen, which might be disappointing, but if any do happen, everything changes.

Dr Paula Blair Teaching Fellow in Film, Newcastle University Paula.Blair@ncl.ac.uk [no longer valid] Title slide for my BAFTSS paper in 2014 Belfast had the reason: Vinyl revival, punk nostalgia, and the television archive in Good Vibrations Although Northern Ireland has experienced relative peace since the 1998 Good Friday Agreement, it has been argued that the region is only post-conflict in the sense that the thirty-year period of violence known as the ‘Troubles’ has already been archived (Longley, 2011). In response to the Agreement’s authoritative processes of ‘official forgetting’, many contemporary artists and film-makers confront issues stemming from the conflict, often by appropriating and re-presenting archival material to explore the spectral anxieties which tether society to a state of past-presentness (term borrowed from Mulvey, 2010). The Belfast-made film Good Vibrations (Barros D’Sa & Leyburn, 2012) is the commercial apex of this activity. The film chronicles the

In part 25 I noted how I spotted some of the works from Treasures from the Wreck of the Unbelievable as Damien Hirst performed an Instagram walkthrough of his studio as he talked through his large Cherry Blossom paintings. Many of his recent (March/April 2022) posts show him active in making work, a lone figure toiling in vast studio spaces. Not long after my comment pointing out my observation, posted on 20 April was a 15-second 360 tracking shot around a sculpture of Goofy with coral shapes and damage pocks around his body. The caption states:  2,000 year old treasure found at the bottom of the Indian Ocean off the east coast of Africa, made from pink portugese [sic] marble. Those dead artists knew what they were doing. Hahaha This insider sneak peek can't help but feel pointed for me after the Hirst account acknowledged my observation of some of the other works in a prior video. It is likely a coincidence - and that is the fun to be had in indulging in these minor-scale specul

With New Writing North climate change writer in residence Linda France. Prompt 1: Spring is going full pelt. I'm in the 'winter' part of my menstrual cycle, so it's tricky for me to feel that sentiment just this minute, but no doubt I will catch up to it in a few days. I'm in a limbo with where I'm at and how I feel about things, probably because my oestrogen has withdrawn and I'm aware something is missing. I had a last-minute cancellation this morning of a guest spot on a podcast. I'm not sure if my rescheduling on their site worked. Likely not as no notification has come through. I'm not bothered, though, because I can't be doing with these last minute drops when you've mentally prepared yourself to speak to a stranger. I used the time instead to jot some thoughts that I'll share in another post.  I'm having serious words with myself lately about making excuses for not getting anything done. It is tough, yes, to get motivated when