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Today marks the 70th birthday of my irascible, vitriolic, vituperative, generous, kind, brilliant, naive friend and mentor. He is coming for a birthday dinner in his honour - just him and me. He has been on-again off-again about this celebration of his life and I have been agreeable and unprotesting and accommodating while he has swivelled and waffled back and forth trying to decide what he wants. It’s hitting 70 that has thrown him into a tizzy. (Do people still have tizzies?)

tizzy |ˈtɪzi| (also fizz)noun (pl.tizzies) [ in sing. ] informal a state of nervous excitement or agitation: he got into a tizzy and was talking absolute tosh. ORIGIN 1930s (originally US): of unknown origin. WELL, YES, BUT WHO SAYS TOSH?

tosh 1 |tɒʃ| noun [ mass noun ] Brit. informal rubbish; nonsense: it's sentimental tosh. ORIGIN late 19th cent.: of unknown origin. (My, it’s nice to write a blog because I can keep checking my words. Nice to have an online dictionary, too.)

So people talked tosh before they got into tizzies. I think my friend has fallen into something more serious than a tizzy.

See, there are three stages to ageing: 1) young old age, roughly between 60 and 70 years of age; 2) middle old age, between 70 and 80-85, depending on one’s health; 3) old old age, from 85 on. That’s as far as they used to count, as few as ten years ago. Now we start reckoning: 4) unbelievable, spry, feisty and derelict old age.  [YOU’RE STILL HERE! TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF!]

derelict |ˈdɛrəlɪkt| adjective 1 in a very poor condition as a result of disuse and neglect: a derelict Georgian mansion | the barge lay derelict for years. 2 chiefly N. Amer. shamefully negligent of one's duties or obligations: he was derelict in his duty to his country. noun 1 a person without a home, job, or property [OR MARBLES?] derelicts who could fit all their possessions in a paper bag. 2 a ship or other piece of property abandoned by the owner and in poor condition. she had been a derelict recommissioned for this journey.ORIGIN mid 17th cent.: from Latin derelictus ‘abandoned’, past participle of derelinquere, from de- ‘completely’ + relinquere ‘forsake’. [DO NOT FORSAKE ME, O MY DARLING]

Derelict, indeed. We’re going to have to come up with more precise adjectives. The older I/we get the more variations we encounter on the theme. Anyone who survives this long has developed unique knobs unlike other people’s knobs, in fact, the odd knob may be the reason we survive. I deal with this in my (unpublished) book on ageing, no sense going into it now. I’m still talking about my reluctantly ageing friend, and about all of you out there in the country of age.


Safe journey, friend!

advice for writers others and me

Thank you my dear, steadfast SquareSpace commenters, for your words of encouragement. As I swam this morning, I was already planning to write today’s blog to reassure you that  I am not going to off myself or my writing. Not yet, also spelled nyet.

Writers will tell you that when they start a workshop or course or seminar that the first thing the facilitator (lecturer, leader, teacher, whatever) will tell you is that if you’re in this for fame and fortune, forget it. You’re in it for the joy of creation. Yeah, yeah, but it really would help to make a living along the way. Canadian playwright Bernard Slade (1930; Same Time Next Year) said “You can make a killing in the theatre but you can’t make a living.” And it’s a well-known statistic that writers make less money than corps ballet dancers. Unfortunately, they eat more.

Writers are also warned that they must have passion, the passion and tenacity to stick to a project through thick and thin (mostly thin) until they finish. Canadian playwright John Murrell (1945; Waiting for the Parade, Taking Shakespeare) said he didn’t finish a play so much as abandon it. 

I know, I know, and that’s the first thing I tell wannabes that I teach or advise. I’ll trot out the truisms next week when I start teaching a brief workshop in play development at Ryerson University. The process is more important than success. It’s true. I am so excited when I have a new idea and so pleased when I can bring it to fruition - and so grateful when someone tells me I’ve done a good job.

I wasn’t phishing, but I do thank all two of you for believing in me.