Thought I might just randomly step across into the photo challenge by Nancy Merrill Photography
Thought I might just randomly step across into the photo challenge by Nancy Merrill Photography
A quickie today because I have a to-do list as long as my leg (usually they say arm but I prefer to think outside the box and it’s a bloody long list).
I have a children’s book to type up for a friend, about which I am starting to think I’ve bitten off more than I can chew because she’d like her words interwoven between her Enid Blyton-style illustrations 😬 (and there was me thinking I was merely typing up a rough draft. This amazing 83 year old lady and friend of 24 years has written it out on random pieces of paper. In pencil.)
She feels is it her final chance to get something in print before she is “too old” (her words not mine) and I am delighted to pause in my own humble writing efforts in order to assist in any way I can. All being well with the Big Man and I, I have time on my side.
Except I’m stuck. Truly. I’ve had advice given by lovely friends about websites that can sort formats for illustrated writings; I thank them and yet have done nothing further about it. I am concerned I am being a little tardy about it!
This is procrastination at its very best. The ‘work’ has now become a black cloud of worry and yet I know from recent learnings that it is within my power to alleviate those clouds by putting into action a change rather than stagnating and bemoaning.
So today is the day. I hereby allocate today to remove the cloud. This WILL come about because;
1. I find – and understand – an online children’s book format accepted by publishers if we choose to submit.
2. I make some calls to possible publishers and they suggest I send text separately to scanned illustrations (this would be lush but I know it’s unlikely).<<<<<<<<
ore about self-publishing and learn how to format myself (this I find brings me to the blackest sky ever)..
4. I give it all back to her and say find someone else … (I could never do this).<<<<<<<<
y proved that a problem shared is a problem halved.
Many of you, my lovely regulars, came up trumps with suggestions of how I might deal with those rogue sites (which had, I admit, caused a vague layer of irritating nimbo stratus for a few days). I thank you all for those .. I feel heaps better, even if follower numbers have decreased (I've always aimed for quality over quantity).
A blog I followed today is full of wonderfully uplifting poems .. check it out
m going to put the kettle on (I'm having earl grey – what would you like my lovelies? And should we have custard creams? One hardly matches the other does it – but I warned you I think outside the box ☺️).
Aim – to feel less worried by end of today. Focus. Act.
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So why do you accrue the occasional follower whose site is ‘no longer available’ when you try to see their site ??
Are they spam?
Do they need reporting back to WordPress?
Having had the experience of fraudulent activity last year, I am on permanent alert mode for dodgy stuff …
My small boy who weighed 8lb 11oz at birth turns 18 at the end of this month.
That same small boy who used to squeeze himself into a yard bucket aged around 4, was a spindly thing yet athletic and brave. Always smiling, happy in company or with his own (*goes off to find photo*).
Hours he would spend on his haunches, at the edge of the flower bed, playing with toy cars and tractors, making tracks in the dry soil, and brmm brmm noises that were surprisingly realistic and included gear changes.
His love of anything with wheels (or tracks) led him to own at some point in his upbringing a toy version of pretty much all the world has to offer in the way of automobiles.
What to do for his 18th, the young man now at agricultural college; who has true independence with his first own wheels, a – now kitted to the hilt – landrover 90. He works hard on the farm, and learnt quickly how the hours here do not follow those of his peers’ holiday jobs, or those working in retail and offices. During harvest he can easily notch up a 16hr day, and being a family farm, the laws on child labour don’t quite cut it. The fieldwork is waiting like a crocodile at the edge of a water hole, occasionally snapping at any unconscious procrastination.
When I saw the adverts back in Nov/Dec flying around across FB, and films 1-7 in the series had been previously devoured by not only our son but us all, I decided to book tickets. With our daughter living in London these days and choosing – quite rightly – much of her spare time with her lovely boyfriend, it is rare we go out as the old team of four (ooh, don’t forget your GIFs 💫)>I drove in, husband was tired. Son didn’t know what the surprise event was, although 3 miles off the O2 did guess the venue ☺️. It wasn’t until the carpark attendant said “Are you here for Fast&FuriousLive?” that he finally knew for certain what we’d hauled ourselves out in the snow blizzards for. (Don’t finish a sentence with one of those.) …. that he finally knew for certain why we might have hauled ourselves out during a snow blizzard. (much better).
The stunt driving was bloody amazing (apologies for the language but it’s what I said at the time and I simply cannot refine that). The finish on these cars’ bodywork was something else. I was mesmerised and my heartbeat played tunes of delight. As I became transfixed through my vision and hearing senses being fully engaged, I knew I was experiencing what my counsellor has told me to look out for. Anything in our lives which give us the buzz of excitement instinctively, should ideally be nurtured and understood. We humans need some of that buzz for our well-being now we no longer have to go out and kill a passing warthog for supper.
(My strategy as I soak up the advice in my final counselling session today is to move forward with confidence to be me in my real life, as I have sold myself to you guys over 8 weeks of blogging.)
Our time is spent improving ourselves, doing what’s expected and seen as right by other people, we forget to let ourselves enter what the therapists call ‘free child ego state’. That sense of freedom from constraints as the pulse quickens as our brain accepts the excitement from the stimulus we’ve always known deep down we need.
When my little boy gathered his toys aged four, his excitement levels were visible. His body shook, his grinning face, his pleading for me to open the door as the handle was too high. Some time later, his brmm brmm noises were still audible from the house and he would be lost in his own world of imagination, not a worry entering his non-furrowed brow.
I saw it yesterday too. Those minutes before the show started, after the announcer informed us that in 5 minutes we would be treated to an action-packed visual spectacle. His excitement matched my own and we exchanged grins and wide-eyed mutually agreed nods. Daughter too had phone poised for snaps. Husband slept through about 50% of it. He was very tired.
If the link below works, then I challenge you to watch it without your heart rate increasing from that of resting pace. Even if street racing is not your bag, and you’d rather watch the RAC rally through the welsh hills, or formula 1 at Silverstone, I am pretty sure that anyone who loves cars will have a small biological reaction to the engine notes, sexy lighting mixed with great music, exciting direction. Brilliant films with a good moral fibre running through.
Leaving the venue, when my son put his arm around my shoulders from his 6’3″ height, grinned and said “Thanks mum” my day was made … love that boy 💙
Or maple syrup? Or perhaps blueberries and whipped cream?
Naughty but nice. We don’t wait til Shrove Tuesday to eat pancakes; I make them all year round, once a week at least. My 6’3″ son eats them as fast as I can make them!
My personal favourite is thin and crispy around the edges, lemon drizzled over for a tongue tantaliser and some sprinkled fine sugar as the nurturing treat. Three or four of these and I’m good to go for the day.
I want to write .. I managed nearly 2000 words yesterday on my WIP. I need a title, maybe you can help? (Careful this an opp for your first synopsis – don’t FK it up)…
A mysterious old lady has left the contents of her will to Lucy, a distant relative who she met only two weeks before. Those contents amount to an Italian vineyard in need of serious update, the manager needing a sense of humour transplant (keep it serious).. The chance to travel has been evading Lucy for years so the need to visit the vineyard and meet the workers and assess its future is the perfect reason to explore outside her present boundaries.
(Hmmm I’ll give you 40% for that effort. I know but we’ve got to leave soon and I wanted to get it out. You KNOW you should never rush work, how many times have I told you? I know, I know, but the RIGHT time never presents itself when there are no distractions so sometimes you just have to go for it.)
Anyway, I’ve researched the Tuscany area and this vineyard will be out of the main area, and way behind the times…
Would you like an extract occasionally … like a tantalising tang or a sugary nurture moment? I’d love you to share Maud’s story (she was the old lady btw).
Titles can come right at the end. I just need to keep writing the story. Today however, is my son’s 18th birthday treat and he doesn’t know where we need to be for the 2pm show start.
Let’s just remind you I love cars. He does too – it’s he and I that watch those Top Gear episodes back to back… my husband loves cars too but he’d rather be chain sawing logs in the woods. He doesn’t really, if he’s being 100% honest, enjoy leaving the homestead!
Catch you later 🚙🚓🏎😉
Welcome to the world of my GIFs … (is he moving??? 🤣)
Who knows how to place a GIF into a post via the phone app?
Love a GIF … really want to know how 😀🥂