Instant Karma

Sorry I´ve been absent. I have had a terrible week, a swollen mouth and to end it all my house keys disappeared off the table yesterday and I haven´t found them. I haven´t gone out and tomorrow I must to prepare a talk at the language school. I even got the surgical gloves out and had all the dustbin out, for sure my neighbours thought,that the excentric english woman next door had lost it.

My story has not been returned, and my book is screaming out from neglect. How can I get in such a mess? I have spent the whole week running in circles and achieving nothing. What is it that causes me to have a mind full of words and ideas and not advance? This week a headless chicken had nothing on me.

Someone is rattling my Karma and would they please STOP IT!

Lost in Translation

Well I couldn´t exactly give up could I. Had to have one last go. Another friend took the now wilting story, in an attempt to regain the feel and passion of the story, did not return with it, doesn´t answer the phone or e.mails....she´s really very busy and my submission date passed.

Lost in translation.

Silly Me.

Another brick in the wall!

There are days when I could scream, and this is one of them...It couldn´t be done, the story that is,. No I did not throw it into some dark lonely corner in my desk, I read it again, and again, and...again!!! I still believe in it..but now it´s too late, so I save its precious feelings and put it in the file of many untold short stories. RIP until one day the sun may shine apon you again.

My heart sunk....

My heart sunk as I read it again, amended again and translated again, only to find there is no way this story will be in Spanish and still have the same feel and sentiment. Both I and the story have lost the plot. Ah so be it, let it rest awhile in some darkened corner on my desk