And it’s still only Wednesday.
Category Archives: Personal
Dance
Funny things happen in my brain at six in the morning; it’s a fairly regular occurrence so I’m not too worried. For the last week or so my brain has been working on a concept of life, or more precisely the effect of humanity on other life on Earth.Continue reading “Dance”
Weight =/= health
As anyone who knows me personally, or reads my blog regularly knows, I’m a bit out of the ‘healthy’ weight range on the old BMI scale.
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I still get unnerved
When I see my blog address in the ‘search terms’ box in my Stats.
Also, if you’re wandering where this month’s reviews are, I’m doing a big review post that will be published on the 31st.
Okie doke, time for me to get some food then get back to work.
Diversify Your Writing!
I’m sharing this post from story medic because I found it interesting and useful. All writers have their favourite way of writing, or personal writing ticks; I love semi-colons for instance. The advice regarding dialogue is also very useful.
Annoying myself
So, it’s official, I’m an idiot.
One of my coping mechanisms when I have stuff going round my brain is to write it down like a blog post then hit the little rubbish bin.
Except this afternoon I hit publish by accident and something was published that should never have seen the light of day. Luckily, only two or three people saw it, and one of them rang me to tell me. I’ve taken my rantings down obviously, and deleted the links I could find, but still the damage might have been done.
I’ve been ruminating on it for the last two hours, but now I feel better. Writing works as catharsis but I need to remember when it’s appropriate to publish my thoughts and when it isn’t.
I need to find a less risky cathartic outlet, just in case I forget. Again.
Apology for escaped draft.
Sorry, a post went up earlier that is a draft, I was internally ranting and writing stuff down helps me work through it; I find the writing then deleting cathartic.
I probably insulted people I shouldn’t have because I was irritated about a few things.
If I’ve offended anyone I apologise profusely, the thoughts were never meant to see the light of day.
I’ve decided to do a writing course
Morning all, having a good weekend? I hope so. I had a rather disappointing day yesterday but I’m back on with the positive thought patterns at the moment.
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Choo! Choo!
My granddad’s pride and joy was his train track. He’d turned the box room in to his train room and it was out of bounds to us children unless supervised by a responsible adult. The only adult considered responsible was my granddad himself. After my grandma died when I was nine I spent a lot of time with Granddad, we used to go to model railway meetings sometimes. They were like fairs, held in scout huts and prefab village halls. I had a small collection of model railway magazines. It was fun, mainly because I got to spend time with Granddad Billy without my sisters and cousins, and I got treat to sweets and other junk food granddad really shouldn’t have given me.
The Human Garden
Firstly, I’d like to mention the book The Way of Tenderness by Zenju Earthlyn Manuel, a Buddhist clergywoman and writer, which prompted these thoughts. I will include a review of this book in January’s book reviews post. I have been reading this book lately and have found in it some intriguing and resonant metaphors. The author describes humanity as being plants in a garden, each with it’s own form and identity, yet all part of the garden as a whole.
Such a beautiful image.
Everything Is Better With Dragons 