I´m a believer

Well I made a few resolutions, none that could be too difficult to attain, so if I kick myself up the butt, I could meet them as they only depend on me. I have over these last days organised my office, aren´t baskets and boxes wonderful inventions!! To qoute a song title by those gone and probably fogotten monkeys, I´M A BELIEVER! and if you believe in something enough then it can be done. I believe in my book and it believes in me because when I return to it, it just flows

Changes

I cant believe it has been so very long since I posted here, and I missed it. The solitariness of the life of a writer, at times causes us to miss out on people contact and conversation. For me this blog is a conversation...albeit with myself, but it would be nice to read a voice far away that I could respond to.

I suppose Christmas got in the way of my blogging as it probably has for most people. You love it or you hate it, I have mixed feelings myself. But it was not only Christmas that sent me into silence, but also healthwise I have been having severe headaches and problems with one eye, that to look at a computer screen or write a lot was impossible. I am still suffering but I wanted to wish you all out there wherever you may be................

A VERY HAPPY NEW YEAR WITH LOTS OF LOVE,LUCK AND HAPPINESS!

Oh, I feel good having said that, so I am back with you

Being There

(The Movie clip was removed due to unknown objections and replaced by clips of hostage,middle east problems, which are not apt to this blog and of which offers no opinion on the foresaid.)

I love this movie, I love all the underlying deep sentiments, dear Peter Sellars at his best.

I met someone when I was travelling that reminded me so much of the character of "Chance"

He was sweeping the leaves in a cemetary, talking to all that passed by, a friend knew him and we stopped to pass a few words. and later he appeared in a bar we were in, when he opened his purse he had no money to buy a coffee, and ask us to lend him the money. Lend no, invite yes.

I was really very touched by this meeting, as I am still by the film.

In every aspect of life we meet inspiration.

The show must go on

When I was travelling recently, I wa staying in this small village, quiet, tranquil..........until I discovered a bar called Azur, A small entrance that entices you in, mainly out of curiosity. The walls were covered with photos of exotic people, with a television screen showing an everchanging array of photos.

Enter and you enter another world, and what these brothers did not know about music, left much to be desired. I was given a disc of Freddie Mercury, thank you for that. The villagers call the bar and their owners, the bohemians.

Friendly,bohemian,rare,exotic but most of all nice, in a confused world.

I loved it

Trading Places

Here I am still sharing thoughts from my travels even though I am back home.

How changing the environment triggered my inspiration, it took a few days to clear but when it did, I renewed old ideas, and revised those that were tired.The air is fresh at the top of the peaks of europa, a little chilly but great to awaken a sleeping mind.

The silence, the view.......the vertigo!! No really a place for me to spend a few days and write, a few hours , ok, but days .....no way. I am more inspired by the sea and its whisperings.

My notebook had started to fill, and that I liked.

Ticket to ride

Long gaps between posts, shame on me, zapped in the summer of inspiration I decided to take a change of scenery. Well I have been away, I bought a "ticket to ride" travelling, searching secrets amidst the hills,mountains,forests and sea of nothern Spain. The airline must have sensed my desperation for inspiration as they arrived 30 mins earlier than schedule. I embedded myself in a small village built into the cliffs...and full of surprises. Old men of the sea that reel out tales, of days gone by, as many now have no work. (yes, swashbucklers of days gone by)

Fir trees of dark green, that run down onto the beach creating a contrast with the white sand,blue seas and skies. Nature at its finest.

And it worked, my notebook on returning is nearly full, and my digi camera card is full too.

Hard days night

It´s been a hard days night and I´ve been working like a dog.............well thats how the song goes but for me it is more like "I´ve been sitting with the dogs!"
I hear you cringe, but it is true, It´s been a while, the summer sun and constant stream of visitors fractured my creativity. I, possibly like most others are at their most creative when they are alone.
I have spent the last days getting to know myself again, I mean my creative streak. sitting in the room where I work, surrounded by all the clutter that I love so dearly. Listening to chill out sounds in the candlelight. It´s taken time to persuade my creative side to return, but it has now and I welcome it.

Also a big welcome to those who visit this site

Silence is golden

Ah, but is it? I think so....I love to hear the sound of silence, its been a while....no excuses...lots going on, lots of stress....after all it is the time when people visit, ooh and when people visit so having 2 night owls sleeping all day in my office makes it difficult to work, along with the constant stream of dirty cups and plates. Still its better not to moan because I enjoyed seeing them, these are my 2 sons and I supposed I should have been used to the array of jeans and shoes all over the place.....its a compliment..they may be adult but I am still mum, who picks up the pieces behind them. Loved seeing them, and loving having my creative silence back again.

Listen to the sound of silence and the quiet tap tap of the keyboard late into the night.

Paperback writer

Yes thats me, sitting in the hospital cafeteria waiting to be recalled for another scan.So as always out comes the trusty notebook and pen and I begin to scribble thoughts and ideas. I am surrounded by noise and movement but it doesn´t bother me.

I am lost in my little book full of precious writings (precious to me)

I think when I am recalled in 2 hours I will have filled several pages. At times I am More productive if I am away from my workroom and laptop.

Fresh surroundings,experience and new writings. Can´t be bad.......

Summer visits

Why is it that in summer people arrive unannounced on a surprise visit? twice in the last month and I feel like being unsociable...I am down to two pups, with two to go. Not that I want them to but they occupy a lot of time. So whereas I was doing great and only needed to put things together, I am sorry to say ...haven´t had time, and it looks like it will get worse, ouch!
My writing calls me me as I lay in my bed at night, and I long for an uninterrupted moment to reunite with all that is held in my laptop.