The Want to Write

I wanted to write. I always had. I couldn’t explain it or contain it, just a need to put stories into a semblance of order and to have my own creations. The pride that I felt at completing a project has not waned, in fact the ideas can’t get to the page fast enough sometimes. Everything gives me ideas and material, everything I encounter in my visual and audio capacity is taken in, stored and studied for what they might become, for where they may end up. But sometimes I still look back at my very first projects and remember where it all began…


(c) MKW Publishing 2017

A Creepy Perspective…

Having enjoyed horror and psychology for much of my life, I naturally wondered if the concept of creepy and feeling scared of an unseeable force was in fact scarier than a seeable horror. Many horror films contributed to my early years and gave me nightmares and various other phobias for a number of years after, which I then sought to understand and get over. Films which would tell of a seeable, touchable, knowable horror did more damage I believe. The paranormal ones kept my imagination busy and fascinated me but did not bring the same level of fear.

So, after wondering much about the triggers of being scared and the concept of horror, I finally got round to asking the question, was I just scaring myself? Were these films just the seed planter, the suggester if you will, making my ideas turn towards the dark or sinister. Or was I always drawn towards horror, and therefore found my way there, of this I am not yet sure. I have been on a number of ‘fright night’ tours of apparently haunted locations, with other people to see if I could further my understanding or remain the sceptic on the subject of the paranormal. Also so I could observe other people doing the same for what appeared to be different reasons. I still very much remain the sceptic but with a want to believe, it would be so interesting if it was but just not enough evidence for me. Gothic locations and graveyards are still a favourite of mine but more for architecture and history rather than horror, my ideas come from a very different place…


(c) K Wicks – Photography of Tintern Abbey

Indiana Jones…

I loved the Indiana Jones films as a kid, the adventure, the mystery, the danger, the uncertainty and the nice tidy way they explained everything nicely by the end. So of course, i took to wanting to be an archaeologist. But as I got older I watched Time Team as much as i could, went out into the countryside and museums when I could and tried to work out theories from the very little evidence there appeared to be for things, despite years of study and research, there seemed very little to go on. It was disheartening but at the same time quite helpful. I started to understand that no-one actually knew the answer of long past historical events, it was mostly conjecture. These ‘educated’ people who had told me what history had been, just put forward theories and then tried to prove them, sounds scientific enough, but what you find with historians is that they seem to really believe all of their theories before they ever get proved, and proving them to be true is no longer the point.

I prefer to visit a site without a guide or host trying to tell me what it is, who built it and how it was for ‘ceremonial and religious purposes’ because they just don’t know. Neither do I, but i like the fact that it’s still up for grabs, the ideas of what may have been and why are there for the taking, if only we  could look beyond what we think we know…

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(c) MKW Publishing 2017

Friendship…

I always struggled with friendships, creating them and maintaining them. To understand someone who understands you back, sounds easy in principle but it takes time and times to get to know someone. A mutual effort undertaken willingly with no motive other than a want for company. Maybe, but it’s a minefield of subtlety, body language, social and self awareness as well, most of which we are expected to have picked up from learning and experience. I moved a lot as a child and didn’t ever really gets to grips with repeatedly having to meet new people and make ‘friends’. It’s forced upon children that they must socialise and it’s been a cringing experience in childhood and for me ever since. But I understand the value of it.

It’s nice to have compadres and partner in crime, there have been a couple over the years but they have now drifted off to have lives that don’t include someone so anti-social, which I don’t actually mind, I’m grateful for the fun times that were had. But now it’s different for me too because in my husband I have the best friend I ever could have hoped for and realise there was only ever meant to be one person I shared everything with…

Living Up To Expectations…

I’m not sure if I had known it would have made a difference, but after I had almost completed my first publishing project I was made aware of other family members who were successful in the field of writing. I had wanted to write since I was six years old, and did, short stories and projects that made me feel satisfied and content. I did not always have support with these stories, often told my reading and writing of horror were a waste of time, I should be reading educational material or at least the classics. They did not entertain me at the time, so I chose horror, or sometimes I think horror chose me.

But my passion for writing continued and after a number of years immersed only in work, the need to write took over. The book was pretty much writing itself in my head so I thought I best put pen to paper (or open a new word file on the computer as is the way these days). Only when it was in the finishing stages of editing did I dare tell my closest family, my grandparents. They are well read people and I was so nervous about what they would think, but I gave them my manuscript and waited.

I hadn’t really comprehended how much their approval meant to me until they gave it. It was the green light I had been waiting for without even realizing it, to have the most critical people I knew pass me as acceptable or at least as having potential. It made my day. But then followed the reveal, did I know, he said, that multiple family members including my great uncle, for doing a play script which is still used today of Treasure Island, and my great aunt and her husband, both authors and he having been a journalist and correspondent for a very well heard of paper for years. Even my uncle had published a book.

For a moment I wasn’t sure what this meant, am I now expected to be a successful author like other members of the family, or was it just encouragement to show me it can be done. Either way, I then had to work out exactly who’s expectation was I really trying to live up to, theirs, or mine?…

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(c) K Wicks

 

That Lion Moment…

It’s funny really, not entirely in a humorous way either. There was an incident that at the time didn’t really seem like an incident to me, it seemed only as if it were a minor thing that didn’t mean anything, brushed aside as a mild lapse in judgement or of my mind being somewhere else. But to the person with me, my husband, it was an incident. It’s taken me a couple of years to recognise what it was and to apply that new knowledge.

We were at a safari park in the UK driving through the enclosures seeing the wolves and big cats. We love photography and took the opportunity to take pictures when we could, but following cars and windows up most of the time made this quite difficult. So when the car in front slowed to a stop, we too stopped and with the window down, i started to try and focus on the tigers ahead of us, not behind fences, but actually in front of us. The car in front had a group of lads making noises at the tiger and i suppose you would say slightly taunting it. I thought this was a marvelous opportunity to get better pictures as the tiger stood up and slowly pottered towards the cars. My husband instructed me to close the window. I did not, instead I looked at him with dismay and confusion. ‘But the picture’ i said. There was a talk after this. And many times it has been referred to as ‘The Lion Moment’ (despite the animal in question being a tiger), when he is trying to convey to me how i missed the danger and need to be more aware.

It’s bothered me for a while, but I did not know why. I am aware, I like to think I keep safe and can spot developing hazards or dangers, I am interested in psychology and have spent much time looking into the fight or flight mechanism that exists. And it took a conversation of another incident for me to realise my own flaws in this area.

I was on a train, it had just left Kemble station in Gloucestershire, when within a few minutes we came to a stop. We weren’t sure why and there was no announcement so we sat and waited, a few people looking round to see if anything could be seen. Shortly we were made aware of the issue as we could see very dark smoke starting to go past our carriage outside, looks of concern were exchanged and we closed the windows to stop the smoke coming in. Still we weren’t being told anything, but still we sat, and waited.

Within another five minutes a number of fire engines arrived outside. We couldn’t see the full commotion but people were starting to talk to each other now, asking what could be going on, wondering if we were safe, commenting on the impending issue and possible danger. Mostly, the wondering was when were we going to be told what to do, when would someone come and tell us we were in danger. And there was the problem, i recognised it there, but not fully what it was. For some reason, no-one in the whole carriage had the forethought or presence of mind to take the lead and go and ask someone, or use the emergency exit just to be safe. If it were a worse fire, i hate to think we all would have just burned to death just because we didn’t react.

But for me, it’s made me look and how i think and realise that perhaps i do not perceive danger or the need to react quickly in the same way other people do. Also strange that I would assume all people to think alike or perceive anything the same way, but for whatever reason, the mechanism in the brain that signals the danger or the reaction needed to survive it, just simply doesn’t deploy. There is a shutdown instead. I believe this is considered the third ‘F’ option after fight or flight, and it’s freeze. It’s amazing what our brain is up to either consciously or sub-consciously but I like to think trying to understanding the why’s and how’s makes it all just a little bit more interesting…

(C) MKW Publishing 2017

Thinking You Know Yourself…

Thinking you know yourself can hold you back, it can take away something from the continued experience of learning, or can make one arrogant and potentially narrow minded or opinionated. Keep and open mind, especially about yourself.

But if you have reached a level of self knowledge to be proud of, if you’ve manage to learn about yourself and how you tick then by all means take credit, but not all reach this milestone in any format and need to be told who they are, or need an audience for their experiences and a jury for their drama. They haven’t realised yet they need to think for themselves.

But some of us like to sit in the darkness of our minds, to let our imaginations take over and steer us into the chaos of creativity and understanding.

No not be afraid to learn and imagine…