Bisy Backson

Dreaming in high definition.

This is my first post in months.

Apologies. In the words of Winnie the Pooh I have been a Bisy-Backson aka “Busy Back Soon”.

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Magic at the junction between this world and Otherworld.

I have been busy polishing the final draft of the sequel to my debut novel, Catch the Moon, Mary and finishing a project I started years ago — a two-hander super dark musical about a childless couple caged in a New York apartment, worn out by their dead-end jobs, going nowhere. He reads Eliot and reminisces about the day he met his wife. She flips through fashion magazines, her head roaring with unresolved past pain. He has become a romantic, replaying an embedded vision of his wife dancing in the waves wearing a red dress. She was the embodiment of freedom, a sea creature, a wraith, not quite of this world. In his mind, she permanently dances on the shore at the intersection of two worlds, spinning, dreaming, longing for a way to escape her past.

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I have drawn on the Celtic myths of Selkies, seals who can turn into beautiful women and seduce sailors and the fantastic tails of mermaids, for inspiration. One has to wonder how many of the woman-to-fish fantasies were born in the minds of lonely sailors or lovelorn fishermen. No matter, they make compelling fodder for writers.

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Siren song by moonlight.

The other thing I have been doing in lockdown is landscaping the vacant block next door and it has become a stairway to heaven with twisting paths leading up the steep hillside, sentinelled by hardy succulents that can endure tough dry Australian summers, brittle, rainless winters and perfect springs and autumns.

With Climate Change a foreboding presence it is imperative that we all green up our immediate environment. Planting a garden is my small contribution. That and living simply and being diligent about refusing plastic wherever possible.

In addition to the new book and the new musical there are screenplays afoot for my two self-published books, Catch the Moon, Mary and Fields of Grace.

All in all lockdown is serving me well. At least I am keeping myself occupied.

The great thing about creating new works is the opportunity to partner with incredible others.

With the books I am blessed to have found Sarah Sansom, a brilliant marketer/blogger and reviewer based in the UK. She has been a tower of support since we met virtually last year. Full of energy, enthusiasm and ideas, Sarah is like a guardian angel. Please check out her site: https://thebookswhiskers.wordpress.com/author/sarahsansom76/

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Beautiful Sarah Sansom

With the musical I am blessed thrice in having the opportunity to develop the work with Frank Loman, Lucy Aley-Parker and composer, Ricardo Nunes Fernandes in London.

https://frankloman.com/

Frank Loman at The Pheasantry with Ricardo Fernandes on piano.

Finishing the book of the musical to first draft required a truckload of discipline because I don’t usually write DARK! I love light and redemption but there was simply no way this particular couple could have a happy ending. The musical is decidedly dark and…damp! Throughout the play, rain splatters, lightning cracks, thunder rumbles and the sea moans, sirening the couple back to its dangerous embrace. I was really worried that such a disturbing book would not fly but when my London friends, Lucy, Frank and Ricardo read it they gave it an enthusiastic thumbs up and so, I bogged down and sketched out the lyrics, arguably the best lyrics I have ever written! Maybe because I have nothing else to do!!!

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The sea kept calling.

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Ricardo Nunes Fernandes is one of the most exciting young composers on the scene today.
I am beyond excited to work with him.

Ricardo Nunes Fernandes accompanying Frank Loman singing One Bag of Gold from The Last Tale Music by Shanon Whitelock Lyrics and Book by Wendy Waters.

Lucy Aley-Parker has been a friend since 2015 when she directed the staged reading of the first chapter of my novel, Catch the Moon, Mary. Lucy is a gifted writer, director, performer and producer. I trust her judgement implicitly.

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Gorgeous Lucy Aley-Parker

Lucy Aley-Parker – IMDb

https://www.imdb.com/name/nm1793176

Lucy Aley-Parker, Actress: Swim. Originally training at Webber Douglas, she spent over ten years in the profession, gaining experience in Rep, TV, film, radio and panto. After a large gap in her acting career, working in the corporate world of publishing and exhibition management, she returned fully to professional acting in 2012.

Me centre holding script of my play based on Catch the Moon, Mary with cast at Tristan Bates Theatre.

Years ago a clairvoyant told me I would need to get my work to England because it would never gain traction in Australia. At the time I wondered how it would be possible, I was a single mother with a small child and no money for travel, let alone, the time to do so. But fate has an uncanny way of weaving her web and manipulating algorithms. In 2015 a tiny publishing house in Scotland published my debut novel (turned down by every publisher and agent in Australia) and I begged, borrowed and partially saved my fare and accommodation for a whirlwind trip to London to launch my book. On that trip I met Lucy Aley-Parker and Amanda Redman, two of the most supportive and talented people I have ever known. They opened my mind to possibilities I had never considered in Australia.

England has been amazing for me, doors have opened and people have been far more receptive to my work. Maybe it’s because I love whimsy and anything remotely fey. There is always a ghost at the table. I love exploring the intersection between our reality and Otherworld. Both my books have garnered praise in the UK.

And now a new musical is brewing and it has given me and my friends a marvellous challenge and as we bring it to life we will explore all sorts of options for music, staging, performance and pushing the boundaries.

As Lucy said in our most recent Zoom reading of the musical: “These are two people who simply never should have been together.” Amen.

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Author Wendy Waters Interview – AllAuthor

https://allauthor.com/interview/wendywaters

Sarah’s review of Catch the Moon, Mary

https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/3323519941

An impossible passion.

11 thoughts on “Bisy Backson

  1. A grand congrats for all these recognitions, accolades, and overcoming any doubts Wendy! Amazing how the Universe led you to London and the UK to start the snowball rolling! 😉 As I think they say in the Land Down Under: “Good on ya!” 👏

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    • The journey continues. Committing to your soul path or whatever lights that fire within is the road less travelled and I’m on it, boulders, vistas, mirages, gradient and all. The only map is faith … in self … and that numinous Otherness occasionally glimpsed peripherally. For me it’s that partnership that supersedes all others including the longed-for, idealized and self-reflecting soulmate!!

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      • You don’t ask or expect too much from life and our Cosmos, do ya? 😉 🤭

        Kidding. I’ve usually done the same. I have this seeming genetic heritage from my Dad and paternal family that if you are going to do something in life or for someone, do it with all the perfection and gusto you can muster. Do not, however, do it in reckless haste. Show the project and the person how much you value the opportunity to make a lasting impact.

        But I’ve since learned that there are some drawbacks to that level of near exhaustible desire to do well and do it with sublime precision. It isn’t always rewarded, or worse even recognized. THAT is when one must really dig deep to those inner self-esteems, values, and steadfast principles of self. Ugh, I need at times to remind myself of this and at least make my Father, the Perfectionist, pleased and smiling at me.

        It appears Wendy you are on a very good rewarding path… as Kicking Bird told Dances with Wolves after he and Stands With A Fist finally married and unleashed their passion for each other and the marrow of life. 🙂

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      • Ah, the drawbacks are myriad! BUT I am made this way or, more enigmatically, have arrived at this place of perfectionism lol rather like the madness that accompanies extreme sports. The burning question is WHY??? All I can say is a simpler life bored me stupid. I tried. Not all that hard tbh but for long enough to know that not pushing myself HARD and through obstacles like poverty, failure and loneliness I felt empty. Is it a form of addiction? Probably. It kills us in the end lol so it must be a drug!! I loved Dances with Wolves and envy the sense of completion people who find their soulmates must enjoy. I wonder if there is even room for a soulmate in my life. You are pleasing an implacable father? Or failing to please a perfectionist Father? Note the capital letter. There is only ever one taskmaster with the whip-hand and that is the man/woman in the mirror. They decide if we are good enough in the end.

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      • I quite like (even fond of?) your take on this very messy life. 🙂 It sounds/reads balanced, flexible yet not breakable, and all together content usually, with thus messiness in all its splendor! ❤️

        Extreme sports? You mean like high-wire acts with no safety harness? 😉 Be it known (and warned 😉 ) if you haven’t yet perused my About page and all its subpages and madness therein, I am a sporting madman myself. Well, not as much since attaining my many hard earned greying years of extreme wisdom and intellect that comes with maddening years, nay decades of futebol/football—or “soccer” as we Americans love to butcher and reinvent wheels created by brilliant foreigners then call our own!—as a goaltender, keeper of empty nets, emphasis on EMPTY. 😉

        ShaZAAM and Eureka’s lightning bolt too!!! You just gave me an epiphany Lady Waters! I have indeed made many a madman, Strikers, Forwards, and Attacking Midfielders in my mad sport… MAD! 😯 They could ever rarely score on me! That makes me what, the Maestro of Unnetted Balls I suppose. How delightful. My humble sincere gratitude Lady Waters! I am in your debt Madame.

        Yes, the boredom of an overly simple life. I’m right there with you. Don’t be concerned; I don’t bite. At least not hard with my incisors. 😁 I am not a Dandelion. I am squarely an Orchid. A DRD4-7R to be exact:

        (my blog-post link explaining what I mean can be provided here)

        Not knowing your WP Spam settings, I avoid my golden nuggets being tossed in the waste bin by an insensitive, gangly inorganic program in the machine! Said nuggets then go into my pants pockets (temporarily?) for later use. I do have a dreadful time keeping my heavy pants on. 😬

        Yes, life is indeed a drug, probably an addiction. We often are completely consumed with the living part, as I often have, without embracing its death equally. I suppose it is fluctuating balance of the two that keeps us grounded, eh? Until we’re grounded 6-ft deeper? HAH! 😉

        “Father/father” you ask? I mean my biological Dad. He was a former USMC serviceman, mechanical engineer, and always committed to a standard of perfection… or die trying like a good Marine. Unfortunately, perfection and completing the mission with victory/success… lead him to his ultimate demise. He committed suicide in July 1990 when Mom moved out for a needed respite, separation to reevaluate their marriage. Dad saw that as total failure and abandonment. As such, he saw no point in continuing. When he said “I do… till death do we part,” he absolutely meant it. I learned before then, during, and since… do not question his commitment and loyalty to an honorable commitment, sacrifice, blah blah of perfection. That works in the military, in combat, but not so much in civilian life in mainstream relationships. Again, life is wonderfully messy. We should learn to fail better each time, right? 😉

        Yes, gazing in the mirror should be done at length not only with one’s eyes, but one’s brutally honest introspective heart as well. I like starring at myself in those mirrors that say at the top or bottom:

        WARNING: Objects in the mirror appear much larger than they are! 😈

        That helps immensely with my fragile self-esteem and ego Lady Waters. 😁

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      • There’s a whole garden to choose from lol and yet the polarization is orchid separated by five degrees from dandelion. Still, the esteemed professor makes a point. Some people require a high level of nurturing due a lack of dopamine/fortitude/drive. By this measure both my brothers fall into the orchidaceae genus and I a common weed, a dandelion prone to scattering with the first seasonal wind. I love these mental acrobatics played in pursuit of understanding ourselves. It’s fun and then there’s the chameleon-like changes we make in response to new vistas/information/people which render some of us impossible to categorize. Have you read The Genius of the Few by Christian O’Brien? Very interesting theory about our genesis.

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      • Ah this is gold! My father was in the military as well and totally fell apart when my mother left him. Suicide, no and yes, slowly with alcohol. Life without conflict made no sense to him. I would love to send you my book, Catch the Moon, Mary. In it I have created a militant angel who strives to create global enlightenment by force. You would recognize our fathers in his aberrated sense of righteous obedience without questioning the command. These parents are soul-shapers but in the end, we chart a course that deviates from their mistaken loyalties. We make our own mistakes and to quote you: “We should learn to fail better each time, right? 😉” RIGHT!!! If failure is not embraced, process is impossible.

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      • Btw, it may come as no surprise to you—my gut tells me that—but I am a fullblown Sucker Royale for time-travel stories, books, plays, or films; all of the above. My two favorite eras are the Victorian/Edwardian and WW2, i.e., 1938–1945, particularly the beginning of and Age of Flight. 🙂

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