sábado, 7 de junio de 2008

Hurdy Gurdy


Busy,busy,bust that´s me. The pups have now learnt to escape from Alcatraz, (their enormous box) So inbetween chasing them around with a mop...I write and write. I think I now have sufficient for my book, apart from the organisation and the illustrations, which are not all yet complete. Give me three days of peace and tranquility- without the interruption of household chores, television and telephones.....and I could move mountains and end up with a finished product!

Namaste

domingo, 1 de junio de 2008

Dog Day Afternoon


Well it has been a while, and lots has happened, the flu finally died and I got my brain back. I´m writing with passion, the ideas flow. My dear dog had her pups, first litter and not a clue but as I helped I couldn´t help but be amazed by how wonderful is nature and the act of life..ok call me sentimental, but she had three boys within 2 hours and the very next day 14hours later came the little girl, Lola....I don´t know about you but I call that a miracle! she survived, she´s small but healthy. Each time I look at them, i feel such joy and I go back to my office and write. Miracle or not we have good karma in the house and good karma makes for good writing

jueves, 15 de mayo de 2008

Flu Jab


It has been a grey day day on the auspicious words front, having had several non productive ,uninspired days caused by some extremely volatile and super contagious flu bug, that shows no signs of leaving. (I am beginning to think the "masked lady" at the hospital was not some paranoid excentric)

The demands of everyday life became a burdon, and all I wanted to do was rest and write, neither of which was possible at this time. It´s a grey day because it´s now day five and no reprieve, I close my eyes and I am lost in a grey fog, I open my eyes to a monochrome photo, distorted by a fish eye lens. Ah! but tomorrow is another day and hopefully tinges of rose will brighten the day, as this bionic bug subsides a little. So much for having had the flu jab again this year. But I am not alone, for sure there´s many others out there suffering the same. Sniff.

Anyone seen "House"?

sábado, 3 de mayo de 2008

Where was Dr House?

There I was on Tuesday sitting in the accident and emergency waiting area. Not for me I hasten to add, I have had more than my fair share of hospital, but this time I was accompanying a friend, who had been whisked off for some tests.Interesting places hospital waiting areas, everyone eyeing each with suspicion. Here I hear you ask what can be so interesting? well it´s interesting if you write and there is always the possibility that something or someone will inspire you. Looking for characters, well take your pick and invent a history behind each one. Not only does it pass the time but you might get something useful to use in whatever your writing. Me I keep all character ideas in a note book.
In the space of 90 minutes I had met an old aquaintance, a gay man that sadly had had the**** kicked out of him,he sat with 3 broken ribs,a broken shoulder and a face so swollen I hadn´t recognised him at first.
I watched as a lady sat down and fished in her bag for a mask, she looked around then put it on?
Three men of the same nationality, but unknown to each other sat with arms in slings, this made me think?? My partner calls me nosy but I just think I am inquisitive. Each person that interested me I wrote about in my notebook ready to be expanded into a character.
Please note here, I am not making fun about anyone, and when I considered my friend I was and still remain horrified.
For sure the character of Dr House was taken from someones experience in a hospital or whatever.
All I am saying is that in everywalk of life is a story waiting to be told

sábado, 12 de abril de 2008

Canned Heat

Doesn´t the sun make you want to write or create? It really fills me with energy and inspiration and the desire to get things together. However intense heat claws back some of my progress, it makes me extremely tired ,especially when it is oppresive and without air. We have these things called Calima, it becomes extremely hot and there is little wind, and sand from the Sahara just sits in the air, and the sky remains grey, they cause many respiratory problems. we have just had two weeks more or less of on off Calima.
The last few days the sky has turned blue, the air is fresh and the sun is shining,and no oppresive heat.
I have had two really good days, the sun melted the words that were frozen in my head, out they dripped word by word, flowing like a brook into a stream. Filling my hard disk with many thoughts and revisions.
The headaches have stopped, and yes I am writing again.

domingo, 23 de marzo de 2008

Always Look on the Bright Side of Life


The headaches persist, but I think its the stress of find uncomplicated time to write. I have been working on my book, pulling it together, editing, thinking about presentation and being totally unsociable, haven´t left the house for 5 days, but it is a choice I have to make. If I go out I´m gone for hours, stopping off to chat with people on the way, and spending more money than I can afford at this time. If there are any aspiring writers out there, I know you must be in the same path. However when I see things start to come together I am happy, and happiness is food for the soul. I hope you all had a good easter.

viernes, 14 de marzo de 2008

Hello,Goodbye

Absence: Ah! she´s writing at last!!
Absence: She´s given up??!!
Neither is true, I have been writing a little, but I have been suffering with terrible headaches
, so the lap top was definately a no go zone.
For many days I wondered if my blogged missed me as much as I missed it...
The headaches have subsided a little, so I decided to show a presence and not an abandoned site.
So on with the show.
I never can say goodbye! Keep reading

martes, 26 de febrero de 2008

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!

domingo, 17 de febrero de 2008

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.

lunes, 11 de febrero de 2008

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.