Del Rey has submitted The Best of All Possible Worlds to the literary subcommittee of the NAACP Image Awards for consideration in their literary awards category. Now this is not quite a situation l…
And something new to report! Added challenge for reviewers and academics in postcolonial and Caribbean lit.
I’ve been working hard on some projects and thus only updated where I could be brief – twitter, Facebook and a couple of times even tumblr. But now I have a little time, so I’d like to recap some o…
A recap of old news at my long-neglected blog.
I had a fun time shooting at Nationals and I learned a lot about the procedures and also about how other archers view the sport. I found out that I hate having an audience for shooting and for adding up scores and I can be quite rude when distracted. I realised that blocking people out is a skill I will have to cultivate as well as working on my form! I have two bits of bronze sports bling for my pains, and I’ll try to improve on that by January.
One more legend to acknowledge today: the great Shirley Chisholm, was born on this day in 1924 in Brooklyn, New York. The congresswoman is shown on November 6, 1968, the day after she became the first Black woman elected to Congress. Photo: AP.
Shirley Anita St. Hill was born in Brooklyn, New York, to immigrant parents. Her father, Charles Christopher St. Hill, was born in British Guiana and arrived in the United States via Antilla, Cuba, on April 10, 1923, aboard the S.S. Munamar in New York City. Her mother, Ruby Seale, was born in Christ Church, Barbados, and arrived in New York City aboard the S.S. Pocone on March 8, 1921. At age three, Chisholm was sent to Barbados to live with her maternal grandmother, Emaline Seale, in Christ Church; where she attended the Vauxhall Primary School. She did not return until roughly seven years later when she arrived in New York Cityon May 19, 1934, aboard the S.S. Narissa. In her 1970 autobiography Unbought and Unbossed, she wrote: "Years later I would know what an important gift my parents had given me by seeing to it that I had my early education in the strict, traditional, British-style schools of Barbados. If I speak and write easily now, that early education is the main reason.”
November 30, St Andrew’s Day, Independence Day in Barbados. Happy Independence to all the Bajans, and happy St Andrew’s to the Scots!
My first shoot is tomorrow! I’ll be competing at 30m, and I’m terribly unprepared. I helped a friend move house this week, plus there was a writing deadline, and so the available time just evaporated.
Mind you, it might be a good thing that I didn’t practise this week, because I managed to tweak my tricep and my neck at Saturday’s practice. I’m ready for more draw weight, so they had me testing out some 34 lbs long limbs, and these things were not smooth at all. I need to work on these muscles some more. Then I tried out another woman’s bow because she’s near my height and uses a 23” riser (25” is the common size, and what I’m using right now, but I am thinking ahead to my next riser, perhaps for next year). I’d love to comment on the difference between the two risers, but she was also using 40lb medium limbs, and that had my full attention.
Hence the tweaked muscles!
So all my preparation must be mental. I will have plenty of time and opportunity to practice at will after mid-December, so all I wish for this shoot is to get by.
I do wish they’d emailed the dress code earlier. No jeans rule meant an unplanned laundry day for me.
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The Best of All Possible Worlds has also been nominated for a Goodreads Choice Award (Science Fiction) and is in the semifinal round. Vote for me please? :)
Great news! The Best of All Possible Worlds has been nominated for RT Book of the Year and is also a nominee in their Science Fiction category.
I’ve only been able to get to archery practice once a week, but I’ve made the most of it. I finally got all my kit together so I can go to shoot independently without needing club equipment, so I may be able to go more often soon.
I have my new arrows, and I fletched six of them yesterday :). Sun-yellow nocks, deep blue vanes, carbon-black arrows – national colours yay! I’m going to shoot with them for a bit, test the glue’s durability, and if they don’t last I’ll try another glue. And of course this means I can start the process of properly tuning my bow.
I shot 30m for the first time yesterday. I shot one end at close range with my borrowed arrows, then a second end with my new, uncut, unfletched arrows, and it went fairly well. A senior archer shouted to me, ‘Come to the 30m target!’ Well, I thought she was mocking me, but I’m a good sport and I can take a little teasing, so I picked up my gear and travelled the distance down the line. Took my sight down several notches and shot. Unsurprisingly, it fell short, but she merely told me what sight-setting to try, and when I did – whap. Not bullseye, not yet, but close. She laughed at my shocked face. Five of those arrows hit and grouped.
'You see?' she said. 'And that's with unfletched arrows. Don't waste any more time at those close distances.'
Close distance is good for working on form, plus I didn’t have my own arrows to properly tune my bow, so I don’t regret all the time I spent there. But it’s really a thrill to watch the arrow go where you want it to. Mine go slow – they are light arrows, and my bow is not a heavy draw, so I can watch the trajectory and sometimes it tells me what I’m doing wrong with my form.
I later discovered that some of my fellow-beginners had started shooting at 30m earlier in the week (so I shouldn’t have been so quick to think it was a joke to call me up there). One of them is a tall, broad man with a long draw, and he uses thick aluminium arrows and also has a heavier poundage bow (36 lbs to my 24). His arrows fly fast and hit hard. One arrow hit the edge of the target frame and snapped in two. Both pieces went sideways. I’m not inclined to take range safety lightly, but that was a good reminder of why it’s so important.
I really love this sport, and my back is grateful for a hobby which counteracts all that sitting at the keyboard.