At the end of last year, I opened my tumble dryer for the first time since it had gotten cold, to find some sheets that I’d washed in about January, that I’d forgotten all about and left sitting in there for about 8 months. I also discovered that my parent’s oldest teapot has a teabag fused to the bottom of it because my dad didn’t notice it was in there and put it away at the back of the cupboard for about a year. And in the corner of my bedroom is my old PC, with all of my third year uni work trapped somewhere inside.
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April 30, 2012
Lost Things
April 27, 2012
100 Word Challenge – “I’m exhausted. Shut the door behind you”
Hello all! Hope you’re well.
So, this week’s prompt from Julia’s Place is.. “….I’m exhausted. Shut the door behind you….“
So, this week we have Limebird Beth, LimebirdKate and LimebirdLaura taking on the challenge. If you would like to have a go, then click the link to Julia’s place above and add your link! It’s great fun. 
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April 26, 2012
A Veritable Yes Man
I am a self-professed scribbler for self gratification. I like to write to please myself and, being a contrary creature, I always end up never being pleased with the ends results.
As a great person once said: Am I happy? I am an artist. I am never happy.
I have no idea who said that or if I just made it up. Either way, it is true.
The self critic is never going to be happy. So what do you do? You give it to others for them to have a read.
The bias that exists from those who love you is palpable though, isn’t it? It harks back to yesteryear when you would proudly present a parent with a finger painting you made at nursery. Despite the incoherency of the piece (and the bit of dinner that plopped onto it whilst you ate and painted), they would enthuse about it and hail it a masterpiece.
The same thing goes for being an old and curmudgeonly writer like me. I present my dear husband with something of my ravings and he reads, patiently, before delivering his verdict.
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April 25, 2012
Writing Partners..Yes or No?
I love writing with my husband. Sometimes we write scripts together and have a blast doing so. Along the same lines, sometimes we write scripts together and want to rip each other’s hair out. But that whole unconditional love thing keeps us from doing so.
I like when I write with him, because sometimes I get hit with horrible writer’s block that I just can’t seem to get around. If he’s there, though, he just whips up an awesome new plot line and we go with it. Along the same token, if he’s stuck on something, I can help with a new fresh idea that will send the plot in fun direction.
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