Margot Kidder / Lois Lane

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Margot Kidder as Lois Lane

Margot Kidder, Lois Lane since 1978 and my all-time favourite in the role (with the exception of maybe Erica Durance), I have just learned, has passed away at the age of 69.

I feel sad and unfulfilled to hear of her passing, and wonder if it’s my own short-comings I feel when her dying makes me feel so empty.

I want to write an ode to her, but I’m not sure who I’d be writing to, Lois Lane or the actress who played her, Margot Kidder. Margot had some very challenging times in her life and suffered with mental health issues, eventually being diagnosed as bipolar in the 90s I think.  She got herself help and that led to a renaissance in her acting career, appearing in Smallville in the noughties and other TV shows and films.  I believe her last credited role was in 2017.

Margot was never a huge star, but she was always more than solid support for any of her co-stars from The Great Waldo Pepper (1975), Sisters (1973) through to Superman – The Movie (1978) and its 80s sequels and The Amityville Horror (1979) etc.

As Lois Lane she was an inspiration to me and always played Lois with spirit, toughness, determination, sardonic wit and a wonderful vulnerability that made you ache for her.  This character portrayal has stayed with me from the moment I first saw Superman in ’78.  I’m fifty-two now, and whatever I am—not perfect, not fulfilled, not heroic—but whatever I am that’s good or at all inspirational I think I learned from her or at least learned to project out into the world.

Was it from Lois or Margot? Or Margot or Lois?

Whoever it was my twelve-year-old self thanks you and will always be grateful to both of you for coming into my life and staying there.

New Things, Old Things

New Things, Old Things

Walking back from my grocery shop at Sainsbury’s on Saturday lunchtime put me in a contemplative mood.  How life is as impermanent as Autumn leaves piled up on the ground, ready to be blown out of our consciousness by a stiff breeze.  I thought I could write a poem about it.

And I’ve also been bitten by the idea of owning a manual typewriter.  They’re portable, don’t need a power lead—are noisy—but can be dragged into any room, and so long as you’ve got paper and a working ink ribbon, you’re away.  Completely away from the internet and social media.

After the idea to purchase one took root I was transported back in time, reminded of my youth, when we had one in the family home, and I used it to bash out some of my English homework, Star Wars fanfiction, and what I hoped would be the next Superman movie sequel (following on from the wonderful Superman ll).

I began to search the internet for the most suitable typewriters for writers.  I even came across some useful YouTube videos from typewriter enthusiasts. All very helpful.

Armed with a little more knowledge I set out to find something that would work for me.  Memories of my previous experiences on a typewriter already clued me into a couple things I knew I didn’t want: No models from the 1980s and no electronic typewriters.  I thought I wanted an Underwood No 5 or 6 (I blame the Frank Underwood character from House of Cards), but they are rare in the UK and out of my possible spending budget anyway.  The US made Royal KMM was cute but bulky, and I didn’t want a machine with cursive fonts, so they were ditched from the frame too.  Eventually I settled on a shortlist of manual, portable typewriters manufactured from the 1940s through to the 1960s for their portability, aesthetic qualities and potential cost: Smith Coronas—the Sterling and the Skyriter; the Hermes Rocket; the French made Beaucourt Script (I drool thinking about this beauty); the Olympia SM3 and SM4 models (Bakelite keys make these drool worthy too), and the Olivetti Lettera models 22 and 32.

Now that I’d narrowed my choices to models I thought were realistic I began my hunt, not just for sales, but for reconditioning and servicing in the UK too.

I spent hours (days) glued to my lap top gazing at one typewriter model after another, noting what could be affordable for its condition, and what might I be prepared to spend to restore on another.  Were the delivery costs prohibitive? Was what I just saw on E-bay or Etsy worth the risk or completely overpriced?  And constantly I’d have to remind myself what the YouTube and net typewriter enthusiasts and historians were saying about particular models in action.

Select a model, find a review or history of the make, note the highlights and possible issues then go again, and repeat.  And repeat. And Again.

If I was the kind of person who did patience I would have also hit a few charity and antique shops and car boot sales for a few weeks to see if I got lucky.  But I’m not.  I’m bold, fearless—possibly an idiot—as I’ve decided to take the plunge and go for an affordable Olivetti Lettera 22 I found on E-bay for less than £50.  I think it’s a risk worth taking.  I’d seen the same model elsewhere on sale for £188, and as far as I could see the only difference between the two was the more expensive model came with its case lined in tartan.  A nice touch, but come on!

So, I purchased it, dear reader, and now eagerly await its arrival.  There’s no guidance manual included, but I was able to download an excellent copy of one from the internet.

The product is advertised as ready to use straight out of the box.  I certainly hope so, but I haven’t stopped dreaming about getting my digits on a Beaucourt Script or an Olympia SM3/4 either.

Perhaps I’m turning into a collector and this is where it all starts.

What’s Next?

What’s Next?

What comes next for the nascent writer, after they’ve finished their degree?

I’ve felt a little bit of a void in my life over the last few weeks as I no longer have to attend evening classes.  There are no deadlines to meet and no word limits offering restriction or emotional conflict as I fret over what to cut away, and what has to be left on the page.

Time is now my friend, but is it really?

The last thing I need to is to return to evenings of watching TV box-sets and endless football (yes, I’m a football fan–get over it).  My university experience was, in part, to gain a more consistent writing discipline, but without my fellow students around me and a specific module to work towards will I still be able to wield that control or will I slide back into laziness?

In order to elevate myself above my natural inclination to indolence I’ve been working on this blog page, preparing a full-on writer’s profile for other social networks, and signed up to the London Screenwriters’ Festival taking place this September.  I’ve also enquired about joining a writers group in my local area, and made myself available to join a writing group involving a couple of writer friends who are now, like me, former Birkbeck students.

I guess we’ll see how this all develops in the coming weeks and months. But I do also want to watch some of those box-sets, after all, I sacrificed a lot of telly in the last four years.  First up, Game of Thrones—no spoilers please.  And after a week of viewing I’ve already completed seasons one to three.

No, I’m not sliding into an abyss, I’m multitasking.

 

Welcome, Stray Traveller

Welcome, Stray Traveller

Whatever wind has blown you here I hope you can stay a while.  Get comfortable, sit or stand as you indulge me in my writings.  This blog will feature my opinions, my prose, my poetry, my passions and my angry ravings.

The purpose of this blog is to engage with the world around me and post (semi) regularly in order to become a better writer.

Like me, this blog is still evolving so look out for continual changes.

Annie

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