I hate the taste of pears. Always have, always will. But there’s a great British expression about them:
It’s all gone pear-shaped.”
It means that plans have gone horribly wrong. If you think about the shape of a pear, it’s like an apple or a banana gone wrong, although that’s not one of the various theories put forward about the origins of the expression.
All that to say that work on my WIP went a bit pear-shaped towards the end of last week. But after reading a post from the Queen of Pep Talks, I am determined to squeeze my bum back into the chair this week and get some grape writing done. Sorry, that was a berry berry bad pun. Oops, there’s another one. Orange you glad I’ve run out of them?
Anything going pear-shaped in your fruit basket this week?
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Continuity has gone pear shaped, tits up and for a burton this week. Don’t you just love these little regional expressions? Toi make matters worse, I’ve gone pear shaped from sitting in the writing chair for too many hours. My bum is chair shaped, not flattering at all. And I’d forgotten how much work six kids is…
Gone for a burton – that’s a new one for me. Thanks.
If I had six kids things would really go pear-shaped …
I fear I am right there behind your WIP.
Naw. I have a post coming next week that was directly inspired by a peach of a post that you did awhile back. Creatively, you are a big inspiration.
Me. I’m gone all pear shaped. I have no WIP unless we are counting my 43 year old gravity battered arse. There’s a theme with me isn’t there? I visit all these wonderful sites about writing and somehow wind up talking about me and the decline of the body part du jour. Okay enough of that, I shall make a vow to focus more on the art of the written word and all that crap…
Make whatever vows you like Bobbi, as long as it’s not a vow of silence.
I’m relieved to say that everything just went pear-shaped for my characters, and now they can do the heavy lifting for a while!
I was trying to devise a kumquat pun, but they’re more the euphamistic sort, aren’t they?
Oh Sarah, if you only knew. I’m living in the land of euphemisms.
Dutchess,
Talk about perfectly timed! My day yesterday went pear-shaped and I had no idea.
Missed my train, caught the second one which broke down. Two and a half hours later I got to work to a voicemail which I should have left alone. I proceeded to leave a return voicemail clarifying things in a manner that will in no doubt be passed along to management. Seems I have a temper. Then I received an e-mail from my husband to a list of people in MY address book saying not to click the link in a porn spam I sent out and continued to do so until I got home and could change my password.
Then I played ball and all was right in the world.
Man, did that day go pear-shaped. I knew there was a reason I dislike pears.
That was one pear-shaped day Lyra. I hope tomorrow is cherry-er. (my bad, but I couldn’t help myself.)
Pear-shaped. I love that phrase. When it happens, not so much.
Exactly so.
No fear for your WIP. Mine has been pear shaped for 10 months, but I know, somehow, it will be salvaged. In mind, it’s perfection. Ha!
Yes, if only my hand wrote what my mind saw.
Love this, Downith. I’ll never look at a pear in quite the same way again. And I like the idea of sprinkling my speech with a snappy British expression every now and then (“Oh, Mummy, my day has gone pear shaped!”.. she’ll think I’ve finally cracked).
The truth? I thought this was going to be another post featuring your beautiful bum. My mind has gone to compote…
Sorry for the bum steer, Lizi, but it’s probably time to put that post behind us.
Count me in on the new-users of the very brilliant phrase. I’ll be test-driving it all day and reporting back. I suspect it will get LOTS of use today as my WIP too is shaping up pear-ly as of late…
Will await your despatches from the orchard.
I kind of bristle at pear-shaped being considered a big fat negative. Maybe because I *am* pear-shaped?
I love pears, I love that little knitted pear in the photo, and I love all your berry bad puns!
Even though I hate pears that little knitted one makes me all happy whenever I see it. It’s so cute .
Resisting the obvious dirty joke about peaches. . . .
You’re funny. This made me laugh. I do love Britishisms.
Now, how do I follow on here?
Why thank you, Lauren.
There’s a subscribe by email widget on the right? Is that what you mean?
“Bad pun” is an oxymoron.
(Sorry. I’m still vying for that crown. Just ignore me and get back to work.)
I could never ignore someone as funny as you Sherry, but I’ll fight you to the death for that crown.
“it’s all gone to pear” is my new rendition of what you’ve so graciously given me here. thank you!!
(i’m most certain your WIP will quickly move from pear shaped into being a peach of a read! i know, “corn”-ey, but whatever. alright, i’ll stop now.)