I’m not ignoring you; I’m lost already in my new read – JoJo Moyes’ ‘Me Before You’.
The lion told me to do it – he’s very convincing, look!
He must have heard my silent calls to myself about writing a novel!!
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Tag: sharing
Visual creatures
(this slinky creature … photo credit to ‘graphista’)
So engrossed in myself was I last night, I forgot to share a potential ‘new-to-you-blogger–post’ …. so let’s put that right.
WordPress is full of amazing streams of text. Sometimes though, how wonderful is it to simply look at a breathtakingly beautiful vision as captured through the eyes of a ..
Pugwash delivers. If you touch this link and browse, I bet you end up following too 👌🏼
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GB & USA 🥂
I tend to add the wordprompt link somewhere at the bottom of the page after I’ve typed the main body of my post because I find the smartphone refuses to accept the link box option here … HERE .. HERE? … see? 🙄
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On a brighter note I read about a fellow blogger across the pond doing good things in the community while walking the dogs 👌🏼 (how and why did THAT pingback work then?) Anyway… great to learn how others’ minds work as well as our own.
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Page 3 girl..
Still sharing the love this week … day 3 … anyone NOT heard of these guys? Check out what they’re doing today .. its really warming. Go on over and give yourself a pat on the back or three.
Nigella Jaws ‘n thoughts …
Come here, quick, before I eat it all.
I’m so excited that people are starting to talk to me about my writing. Seriously; they are. Ten days ago I had 24 followers and someone must have left the door open because another 83 appeared to have wondered in, and sat down😱.
Chat to me while I make this lunch (you need to keep your fuel intake topped up when you blog, or your brain cells go to mush) shall we have tomatoes on top?
Oh John, oh John. I was so keen for his dream to continue. The naughty side of me wanted to see what he would do, although it appeared he was perhaps not the one in control … (if you have no idea what I’m talking about, take a peak here)
Where’s the damn kettle. Tea? Coffee? Erm… white chocolate mocha please.
Well that worked ok (usually I burn it because I get sidetrack).
GET – hate that word. I shall endeavour from this point forward, for better or worse, never to use it again!
May l just eat this spare bit? We should share it with John – he likes to eat after a workout.
When I write a story; short, novella or novel…. I usually get to a point where the initial momentum has run its course and then the real hard pedalling needs to happen. I think I’m there with this one.
I could take it in many different directions, covering a variety of morals and life lessons, reaching out to a number of different genres. The exciting part is thinking about which path may lead to the most worthwhile conclusion.
I don’t enjoy reading a book or watching a film with a weak ending. Let me think of one …. while I chop some cucumber (apparently some people are allergic to cucumber can you believe it?)
That’s harder than I thought (finding a film; not chopping cucumber). My point is I like a big finish, like in ‘Jaws’ . When I’ve been waiting with the characters, feeling their anguish and pain, hopes and dreams, I want it (need it) to work. Translate ‘it’ for whatever the meaty part of the story is.
In Steven Spielberg’s classic thriller (in what was actually his second film – the first being ‘Duel’ starring Dennis Weaver) I was willing the three of them to find and kill the shark yes, but the moral or storyline was about belief; when the big shots ignored the problem, the proving of those big shots wrong was really important to me.
Good over evil where the shark wasn’t the evil thing. That makes me sound vengeful and I promise I’m not. I’d sooner walk away from conflict than attack it back (unless my kids were at stake; then dare not you unleash the black witch of hell fury 😂)
Jeeez that was tasty. You wanted a bite? Sorry, you didn’t shout loud enough. Here’s a plate for my son. He’s 17 and is presently re-fitting the interior of his land rover with sound-proofing!
Nigella would be proud…..
Cherish the memories … #wordprompt
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Like millions of families across the world today, we ate with extended family and came together to enjoy beautifully prepared food (my donation was roast potatoes, then a trifle) lovingly presented to share.
Three separate families of four; twelve in total to devour, then walk it off, followed by a snooze in front of the wood burner and the annual vision of MaCaulay Culkin in ‘Home Alone’ (great film – always astonishes me how young he was when they filmed it!).
My dear departed grandmother (the very same whose jewellery should have come my way) was famous for her Christmas trifle. Nowadays, I prepare one and the combination of fruit, jelly, ladies fingers or sponge varies from year to year, depending on my mood. Sometimes I add alcohol and risk the smaller relations turning their nose up; other times I leave it out.
Granny always decorated the top of her trifle with silver, edible, but tooth-damaging balls, or occasionally parma violet flowers.
These memories, we should treasure and cherish because without them tradition endeth.
To the youngest members of the family, watching a silver-haired “old lady” talk at the screen was a tedious pause in their new nerf-filled jaunts around the house, but now to me, being middle aged (how did that happen), listening to The Queen is an honour. Lilibet is an inspiration in my eyes and her ability to ride the waves of change and unrest at home or abroad is a character trait many of us would not possess in her shoes.
I cherish The Queen. Her and my granny’s trifle. Long live tradition!
Happy Christmas you guys – enjoy the rest of your evening as the hard work is surely over now…
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