I’ve already read one speed-written post this evening. My friend Gigi (who assures me she might, perhaps, link up with us) was charged with writing a post in an hour. Would that I had the luxury of an hour! Nay, fair friends – I have but 16 minutes until I’m officially late for keeping up…
Happy Monday to you, lovelies. Goodness, it’s been so long since I’ve written anything for a Monday, I’ve almost forgotten how it goes. Hopefully the cobwebs will fall from the ‘how it’s done’ as I get on and do it, and everything will go according to plan (the plan being that you read this, engage…
Everyone’s unique. Everyone has different abilities. I don’t think that anyone has any ‘unique’ powers, because we’re human, and more similar than we are different. I doubt much true uniqueness exists, but most people will be stronger in one ability than in others. I was invited to explore and share what I think my strongest…
There’s a fourth wall to blogging, which I’m really trying to break. It’s all very well to write things – to share your life and your stories and the thoughts of your heart and the wanderings of your imagination – but sometimes, in a way…so WHAT? What then, once you’ve written and hit publish and…
Sometimes the house is empty, and usually I decide that’s a great time to get some blogging done (translated: play on Facebook and chat with friends, and write nothing at all). Last night the house was empty and I tried to play, but Bad Things were zipping around and finding their way under my skin…
If anyone had ever told me that one day, the term ‘BlogWife’ would enter my vocabulary not just as an itinerant lexical curio, but as a functional noun, I would have undoubtedly looked askance at them and tried to hide a bit of a smirk. Unsuccessfully, I imagine.
There is such a variety of images to pick from to describe the beauty and splendour of the manner in which something enormous and amazing can come from something tiny: butterfly from caterpillar; oak from acorn; mountain from molehill (wait, no, not that!). A number of months ago, such a thing occurred between a group…
Come in, come in, my Lovelies – step aboard this magical ride and sit yourselves down. That’s it; seatbelts on and buckle up. We’re going BACK IN TIME! No, really. Because as I write this, it’s WEDNESDAY EVENING (I know, right? Week’s barely half over – what can I POSSIBLY have to be thankful for…
One of the rather lovely things about writing (properly, with a pen, on paper – as opposed to the e-version) is the ink, which gets everywhere and somehow invariably becomes smudged. In my experience, anyway.
Did you ever have a day where you (or life, or the world, or whatever) just didn’t quite load properly, no matter how you tried? Perhaps I’m taking the computer analogy too far – the day was good (ostensibly) but I didn’t load right this morning, and have felt pixellated all day (okay, now I’ve…
