Archive for May 2013
restoring an old church 5-9
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On May 7, I took my virtual bike through the area of Dompierre-sur-Mer and saw so many interesting sights. The gardens were lush and green. Even the traffic circles were small oases of interesting plants …
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In the town, I was very interested to see an old church, the Prieuré Saint-Pierre, in the process of restoration. Thanks to the magic of Street View, I could see a photo of ‘before’ …
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and ‘during’ …
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Prieuré Saint-Pierre during restoration in September 2010 – the small building at the rear of the church has been demolished and the restoration of the back wall is underway (image from Street View)
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The Prieuré Saint-Pierre in Dompierre-sur-Mer was founded in the 11th century by the monks of the Abbey of Maillezais. I ‘visited’ this abbey in the post for April 24, https://nichepoetryandprose.wordpress.com/2013/04/24/a-side-trip-to-an-old-abbey/ .
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I could see the outside of some of the stained glass windows …
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and the Bell Tower. From my reading, I learned a spiral staircase provides access to this tower …
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As I passed the church, I looked back to see a worker restoring the entryway of the church …
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A description of this entry is found in a short account of the church’s architecture and its long history of collapse and restoration at http://en.patrimoine-de-france.com/charente-maritime/dompierre-sur-mer/prieure-saint-pierre-2.php
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The account reads, in part: ‘The western façade has a triangular pediment surmounted by a Latin cross. The entrance gate is a double leaf door surmounted by a tympanum in carpentry, highlighted by an arcade basket. A molded headband short above the door. Above is drilled an oculus …’
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You can see each of these features in the image above. A ‘pediment’ is an element of classical architecture, a triangular gable. A ‘tympanum’ is the decorated element over a door, above the lintel. An ‘oculus’ is a central opening in a wall, allowing light to enter the building.
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Best View: the outside of a stained glass window in the Prieuré Saint-Pierre. The scene in the window depicts the Ascension of Jesus …
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Copyright Jane Tims 20131
white buildings, white roads 5-8
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On my virtual bike trip, I am getting closer to the west coast of France and the Bay of Biscay (a Bay of the Atlantic Ocean). For one thing, my trip on May 6 took me through Dompierre-sur-Mer. ‘Sur-Mer means ‘on the sea’ although, at the end of my ‘bike trip’, I was still 7 km from the coast.
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The geology of the area is quite different and reminds me of the coast. For example, the stonework of older buildings includes white-colored limestone …
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‘White’ roads, which I assume are made from local calcium-containing rock, are a part of the landscape …
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A look at the map shows these ‘white’ roads …
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The best way to see the local geology is at major intersections where the construction has exposed the soil …
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Best of all, the air tastes salty and there is a fresh wind across the flat land (I love imagination)! In the distance are clouds that must hover above the ocean! …
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Best View: a memory of all the interesting rocks and stones I have collected in my life …
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Copyright Jane Tims 2013
sunflowers – out of season 5-6
On my virtual bike trip through the countryside around Fontpatour in east-central France, I saw acres and acres of sunflowers …
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When I think of sunflowers, I imagine tall plants with yellow heads and sunny dispositions …
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I do not think of the long days after the petals have gone brown, when the seed heads hang low and the smiling faces are quite dour …
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I think the fields must be quite beautiful in the late summer.
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Best View: imaginary field of sunflowers – in bloom …
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Copyright Jane Tims 2013
a quest for poppies 5-5 a
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On April 27, I took a short detour on my virtual bike tour, to find a field of poppies. I love poppies and I’d like to find a field of them on my virtual visit to central France.
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I started by scanning the maps to the south of the area I have been visiting. And I found what looked like a red field just south of my bike path. Side trip!!!!
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At the first of my side trip, I saw a lady, picking flowers along the roadside …
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I stopped to ask her if she knew any poppy fields in the area …
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Jane to Lady-picking-flowers: Bonjour Madame! (Hello Madame.)
Lady-picking-flowers: Bonjour! (Hello!)
Jane: Je pense que vous aimez les fleurs! (I think you must like flowers!)
Lady: Oui. Je trouve un bouquet pour la table! (Yes. I am getting a bouquet for the table.)
Jane: Est-ce que vous connaissez s’il y a un champ des coquelicots dans cet territoire? (Do you know if there are any fields of poppies in this area?)
Lady: Oui. Dans le printemps, il y a un grand champ des coquelicots just à côté de cette route. Il n’est que deux kilomètres vers l’est. (Yes. In the spring, there is a big field of poppies just beside this road. It’s only two kilometers to the east.)
Jane: Bon! Merci! Bonjour! (Great! Thanks! Have a good day!)
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So off I went, peddling madly between fields of grain and plowed soil on a very narrow dirt road …
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It was boring, but I was watching for that gorgeous field of poppies …
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When I got to the area on the map where I was sure there was a poppy field, I saw only plowed field …
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As a reward for my search, I saw two poppy blooms in the grass beside the road …
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I realised then, the Google Map and the Street View images were taken at different times of the year. So sad.
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Best View: imaginary poppies …
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Copyright Jane Tims 2013
cornfields and mushrooms 5-5
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On April 23rd, my virtual bike trip took me along huge cornfields, reminding me of the big cornfields in southern Ontario …
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I was also excited to see small round white shapes in the plowed fields. I thought they must be mushrooms …
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I even convinced myself I saw a Chanterelle in one field, even though I know these are usually found in rich woodlands …
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The joke is on me!!! I knew what I was really seeing when I biked past a pile of small white stones at the edge of one field …
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Best View: memories of cornfields in southern Ontario …
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Copyright Jane Tims 2013
a roof over your head 5-4
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I am glad and grateful that, in real life, I have a roof over my head.
During my university days, a professor pointed out to our class how variable the humble roof can be. The design of a roof is a case of ‘form follows function’. For example, in areas where there is a greater snow load or lots of rain, steeper roof designs prevail. In areas where there is no snow and little rain, the roof usually has a gentle slope or is flat.
During my virtual ‘travels’ through central France, I am amazed at the roof design, in particular the materials used – clay tiles …
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The clay tiles must be efficient at repelling water or they would not be used on the newer houses …
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Many of the roof-scapes are interesting as well. Most have chimneys and other vent pipes and stacks. Some have sky-lights. In many communities there are satellite dishes, or antennae from almost every house, suggesting no cable service …
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Occasionally, I see a roof needing a lot of repair …
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Best View: a picnic site in the village of Les Grandes Rivières. A place for lunch if you don’t mind having no roof over your head …
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Copyright Jane Tims 2013
writing a novel – characters with a point of view
As some of you will know, I have been working on a novel since November of last year. Although I have been quiet about it in my Blog, I work on my manuscript almost every day and the plot is getting tighter with every edit. I now have 83,000 words, 23 chapters and 273 pages.
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The novel has the working title ‘Saving the Landing Church’ and is about a woman, Sadie, who decides to buy an abandoned church as a learning center for her new writers’ retreat. People in the community where Sadie lives have mixed opinions about her undertaking and Sadie meets a lot of opposition as she sets about acquiring and moving the church to its new location.
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The book is written in the first person, past, from Sadie’s point of view.
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When I completed the second draft of the novel in January, I asked a few people in my family and my writing group to read it and tell me what they thought. I also workshoped Chapter Twenty at the Maritime Writers’ Workshop Winter Retreat in February and received many helpful comments from the workshop participants. I have obtained useful analyses from several people, most especially my niece who has read the draft carefully and given me many useful insights and edits. Various members of my two writers’ groups have also listened to parts of the novel and provided ideas for improving the writing.
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One of the most consistent comments I have received is about one of my main characters, Sadie’s husband, Tom. Tom is not well. He has an advanced condition called Welder’s Lung and his doctors have given him less than a year to live. This situation is one of the main drivers behind setting up the writers’ retreat – it will give Sadie a livelihood after Tom is gone.
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The criticism about Tom has been that his only role in the book seems to be to die. Readers have consistently told me they want to find out more about him. One of my writing group friends suggested I try writing the book from Tom’s point of view. She said she knew I would resist this idea, and, sure enough, my first response was ‘No way!!!’ … my book was almost done, my book was perfect! And write from a man’s point of view? … squiggle!
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Tom, Sadie’s husband … he is looking a bit battered by his illness, but he is willing to do anything to help his wife
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However, I thought about the possibilities and decided it might be interesting to write a small part of the book in Tom’s voice. I looked at each chapter and extracted a bit of the conversation or action that I thought might be better seen from Tom’s point of view. In some cases, Tom’s viewpoint immediately solved the problem of segments where there was no action, only Sadie’s thoughts about where she was in her quest for ownership of the church.
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The new parts of each chapter were surprisingly easy to write and it took me less than three weeks to develop Tom’s ‘words’. As Tom’s voice began to emerge, I realised that Sadie has some things wrong … an example is her analysis of Tom’s response to his illness. To her, he has given up all hope. Tom sees his response not as despondent, but resolute. Also, Sadie has a consistently passive response to some quite violent behavior in the community. Tom takes nothing passively. Confronted by opposition, he responds in kind. And he has a couple of pals from his days on the construction site who will help him in any endeavor.
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Tom also wants a dog and the introduction of Jasper, a German Shepherd mix puppy, to the action has been so much fun to write. Try adding a dog to your own novel or plan for a novel. At the height of the action, who is taking care of the puppy???
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Responding to people’s editorial comments is difficult. First, your ego has to be tamed. Then, you have to decide if the edit will really improve the draft. I try to look at every comment objectively but this is so hard. I give extra weight to a comment made by more than one person since this suggests the reading public may have a similar response. I know, however, that when all is said and done, it is my book and I have to make the decision to edit or not to edit.
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My experience with the ‘Tom re-writes’ shows me that sometimes a seemingly radical comment can lead to an improved draft. Writing from another character’s point of view can suggest new ways of working out plot problems, add dimension to the story and background, and take the narrative in new and interesting directions. I strongly suggest looking carefully at each character in your story, writing a good character sketch for each and considering every bit of action from their point of view. As your characters find their way through the story, they will reveal unique ways of responding to the action.
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As for my squirming about writing as if from a man’s point of view, this was easier to do than I first thought. Tom’s character was embedded in my head, so I had a good idea of how he would respond to a given circumstance. His ‘voice’ and reactions are unlike Sadie’s, so there is a significant difference in the words they use and the way they express their ideas. Tom also speaks in the present or immediate past tense, so his ideas are more visceral and lack the reflection brought by time. As for thinking like a man, I think Tom is likely from Saturn, rather than either Mars or Venus! And he likes quiche.
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Lots of fun …
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Copyright Jane Tims 2013
a ford in the river 5-3
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April 18’s virtual bike ride took me through the town of Le Gué d’Alleré. A ‘gué’ is a place on a river where the water is shallow enough to allow easy passage, in other words, a ford.
The river in Le Gué d’Alleré was so shallow, it had no water at all. I know this river sometimes holds water since there is an image embedded in Street View showing the river full of water!
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When I was young, we often visited my grandfather’s farm in Nova Scotia. One of the places I remember well was the ford across the stream at the end of his road. The water was shallow at this spot and people from the community would bring their cars to the ford to wash them. It would not have been good for the environment. Soap suds and leaking oil and gasoline would pollute the downstream water, probably harming the aquatic life, including the fish people liked to catch.
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at the intersection
of the lane and the County Road,
a ford crossed the stream–
flat stones and riffles
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in the shade of serviceberry and maple
we watched as distant cousins
washed their cars,
all suds and Daisies
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then took clean cars
further down the road
(further down the stream),
for an hour of fishing
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Best View: an image from my memory …
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Copyright Jane Tims 2013
back streets, alleys and dead ends 5-2
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On the second day of Phase 5 of my virtual bike trip toward the Atlantic coast of central France, I think I was on every possible type of road. I began on the highway and almost immediately decided it was too boring …
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At the next turn, I took a detour into the village of Saint-Sauveur-d’Aunis. With its charming yards and flower gardens, it was much more interesting …
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Once I had peddled into the village as far as possible, I turned into a narrow side street. I tried hard not to peek into the windows as I drove by …
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Everywhere in France I have encountered side roads labelled ‘Impasse de … ‘. When I saw ‘Impasse du Moulin Corneau’ in Saint-Sauveur-d’Aunis, I looked up the word and found ‘impasse’ means ‘dead end’ or ‘blind alley’ …
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In another part of the village, I saw an alley running between adjacent houses. In fact, it was not an alley at all, but access to a house set far back from the main street. Where I lived as a child, our street had a back alley. It was very convenient, used for garbage pick-up and to access the rear of our property. Back alleys are almost non-existent in our towns in New Brunswick. I think they are considered a waste of land, but, in fact, they serve a useful purpose …
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back alley behind the house where I grew up … when I lived there, the back alley was not paved … I used to skip beside the power pole to the left (image from Street View)
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Best View: trees in autumn splendor beside the main highway …
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Copyright Jane Tims 2013