To all my American readers - Happy Thanksgiving. Sorry - I don't have any turkey paintings so here is a minature of two geese. The one at the back is called Boris and the one at the front is Missy. They are our breeding pair and are now ten years old and still going strong.
I was scared. No, that is an understatement. I was petrified. By the time I had seen the people I wanted to see I was about to have a full scale panic attack. I ran out of the National Museum and walked back and forth on the steps. The Museum had been closed so the… Continue reading Cardiff… and maybe a Phd…
Well, I'm here at a local fair in Bont. Christmas music is playing and tinsel is out. I'm a little worried about selling. I mean,a rabbit soft toy sells itself, but with books and artwork you need to talk to people. So I'm smiling and trying to appear confident despite the fact I feel like… Continue reading My first Christmas fair
I have not been happy. My writing has been struggling. It has nothing to do with Nanowrimo, it just wasn't working. Have you ever started a peice and it is like you are slogging through molasses? Well, the novel has been like that. And when I re-read it the prose was forced, the characters detached… Continue reading Oops… There goes Nanowrimo.
It's my birthday... Okay - that isn't the surprise... I woke this morning with a heavy feeling of being a year older. I have a problem with the big 40 and I'm now only one year away. It leaves me looking at my life and wondering where my dreams have gone. I'm not talking about… Continue reading Today’s a surprise!
Disquiet – the next installment of The Gone. Bitsy, Max and Colin must escape, but what awaits them?
“The lights are out.”
I turn to look at Colin in disgust. “Really?” I say with as much sarcasm as I can muster.
In the darkness I hear Max chuckle.
“Do you see her?” Colin asks and I’m struck with how inane his comments are. For a moment I am so angry that I want to hurt someone, specifically him. Then the feeling passes. I wonder if it has anything to do with what I am now. I must remember to watch my emotions. If I let myself lose control the result could be bad, at least for the person I was attacking.
“Do you think she’s in another cupboard?” Colin says.
Actually that isn’t a bad suggestion and I peer into the darkness. The odd thing is that the pitch black isn’t pitch black anymore. I can see, although my sight is only in black and white. I guess…
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It may seem premature, I mean we are only on the 13th of November, but I have to admit that my word count is bad... Worse than bad. I am at 5000 words. Okay I have excuses, but all I feel is disappointment. It does seem like the fates have conspired against me. I had… Continue reading Is this a second year of a nanowrimo fail?
I've been ill. I mean, it's coincided with there being no internet so I wasn't going to mention it, but I am now starting to get the effects of the drugs I'm on. It's my own fault. If I'd payed more attention to my body I would have been fine but instead I decided to… Continue reading Insomnia, writing and illness
I thought I’d tell you about the BAD guy in the novel. I like to cast my characters with actors. It helps me visualise them. So Philip Carter, the villain of the piece, is George Clooney. I know he normally plays good guys but I needed bad guy that looked like a good guy, so… Continue reading The BAD guy