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.

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

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

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"?

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

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.