Sunday, 28 August 2011


Oh what a great blogger I am...Not!

I have just been going through the comments on my posts & replying in the modest way...then i went back & thought right time to clear all this up & so i clicked on delete & somehow this has now managed to delete ALL the comments on my blog....i thought it would just delete them from the comment box in my settings menu.

So all those comments from my readers have gone. Disappeared into thin blogger air. I'm sorry my readers...i even had some witty replies from me as well! grrrr. lol.

I now know that i can never delete comments from the comment box setting thingy in the design & settings menu....that sucks though as it looks so much neater & cleaner when it's empty lol. Oh well....i shall live & learn.

Sorry again my readers....i shall avoid the delete button like the plague in future :o)

Friday, 26 August 2011

Fiction or non-fiction?

Another prompt on: was: Would you rather publish fiction or non-fiction?

Fiction. Hands down every time. I had thought one time ago about trying my hand at writing non-fiction but I couldn’t get my real thoughts/feelings down onto the page. Then two years ago when I was doing a creative writing course I had to do a piece of non-fiction writing.

It was the hardest piece of written work I’ve ever completed. Yes I did complete it & received quite a good mark for it but I changed my mind so many times on the subject matter as I couldn’t decide what I wanted to write about.

I wanted a story that held my tutor’s attention but one that didn’t feel too clichĂ©, even for non-fiction. I was going to write about my grandfather but every time I tried writing it I became stuck. I couldn’t get the right words down on the paper. I couldn’t structure the sentences to how I wanted them written. It was just too tough to write. I remember even ringing my dad to confirm details, but that didn’t move my writing along in the way I was wishing it would.

It actually annoyed the hell out of me as it was something I really wanted to write & had a passion to write but still no words came.

So I had to settle on second best & wrote about a part of my teenage years. It wasn’t the best I could have written but as I said I received a good mark for it.

For me I would therefore rather write fiction every time. I enjoy placing characters into situations I may not originally care for but that I come to love. I enjoy letting the story lead me instead of my ‘life’ leading it alone. Of course as writers we tend to put us into our stories but there’s something exciting about fictionalising those stories & not actually realising we are starring in what we write.

Banning books.

One other prompt on:  was: What do you think about the act for banning books?

Why would ‘higher authorities’ ban books? It actually annoys me that they think books need to be banned. Surely if they ban books it will actually make people go out & find that book.

If they publicise the banning of certain books that it will make them all the more popular as readers will be intrigued as to the reasons for banning it in the first place & they will therefore find it, buy it & read it. This defeats the idea of having a book banned.

It’s just the same as when they try to ban films, people go out of their way to find banned films which then makes them popular & years on they show them on TV or bring them out on DVD.

So why go through all the trouble of banning books? It seems a pointless task to me & involves unnecessary paper work, laws etc. So why bother? It will only make people discover the books either in other formats or from another paying/selling/buying market.

Surely it would be wiser just to allow the books to come onto the market & let readers decide for themselves. If some people disagree with the books idea or plot then they do not need to read or buy it.

Why destroy the enjoyment of other people reading books they make like or prefer to read just because some disagree with them?

Paperback or an e-reader?

Another prompt on:  was: Do you prefer paper books or e-readers?

Seeing as I do not own an e-reader device I have always stuck to reading paper books. I like the idea of holding a book & flipping over the pages. I like browsing charity shops for books I may not have read or want to read & forgot to buy when it came out new. I like the idea of knowing that others have enjoyed reading the words on each page before me & that when I take it back to a charity shop I know that someone else will go on to enjoy it.

As a writer I love dreaming of one day having a book published & seeing it with my name printed on the spine sitting in bookshops for people to enjoy.

But I am beginning to understand the digital age & the idea that many things can come from e-publishing. I was reading an article the other day about the opportunities for authors to now publish their short stories/poems/articles through the kindle store so that more readers can gain access to different author’s work much more easily than buying magazines they may feature in.

This actually began to appeal to me. I started to wonder if e-publishing my own short stories was the way to go as with the digital age growing rapidly around us this now seems a very viable option to many authors.

I have since discovered that my new phone now allows me to read e-books. This may actually sway me all the more towards e-publishing & e-reading...well once I work out how to install & work the app that is!

Last book I read.

One of the prompts on: is what's the last book you read?

I actually bowed down to all the hype & reviews & recently found myself reading One Day. With the upcoming film being released & no end of magazine articles being written about the wonder of this one book, I thought ‘right that’s it I MUST read this book!’

So over the course of a few days or so I began reading it. At first I was gripped & thought ‘yep this is pretty good, now I understand all the hype.’ But further in I lost interest. It began to bore me.

I wanted to shake the male character & get him to realise what a shambles he had become. I couldn’t understand why his best friend couldn’t do the one thing I imagine every reader of this book has thought. ‘Kick him where it hurts & get him to wake up to the world.’ But no instead the female character – his best friend – leaves the friendship. I sat there thinking ‘hey that’s not meant to happen,’ these two people are the best of friends through thick & thin surely?

But I still carried on reading because I knew if every review had been praising One Day so much then it must be good. I plodded on, turning each new page but not really enjoying it. Why couldn’t I enjoy one of ‘the best books’ out there at the moment? I was baffled but knew I had to persevere to the end.

I felt disappointed when the two characters got together – yes we could all see that one coming. It didn’t surprise me enough. I wanted more as a reader. As I got closer to the end & reached the sad part, I actually found myself not crying – as was predicted by the reviews – instead I found myself putting my bookmark into the book & falling asleep!

Yes I fell asleep. I wondered if I missed something. Did I skip a few pages? Did I skim read over the words so that they didn’t affect me hard enough to produce tears? Am I that ‘hardened’ to sad endings that I can’t be bothered with them? No, no, no. I checked the first two – I hadn’t skipped pages & I hadn’t skimmed the words – I also know I’m not ‘hardened’ to sad endings as I nearly cried over Rise of the Planet of the Apes the other day in the cinema!

So maybe the book just didn’t float my boat enough to affect me in the same way it affected ‘millions’ of people who read One Day. I think that perhaps I just need sharper written books, ones that really draw me into the drama on the page.

So I’m now onto another new book...let’s hope this one keeps me reading for longer & that I don’t lose my faith in the written word.

Wednesday, 17 August 2011

False blinkers

The other day I brought a nice glossy magazine & the freebie this month was: False eyelashes.

Pretty cool I thought only if though: 1.You love false eyelashes & 2. Don’t get a panic attack when reading the instructions. 

I really wanted the magazine so brought it. The eyelashes I would think about to do with later.

So when I got home I thought right let’s look at these things that are suppose to extend lashes to unbelievable length so that you probably can’t blink at all or shut your eyes...

I looked at the box...yes they came in a see through box thing...& noticed something that nearly made me pee myself. They actually labelled them! LEFT. RIGHT. I was giggling like some silly teenager. I have no idea why I found it funny to see these lashes labelled other than thinking why the hell do you need left & right on them when they are exactly the same in the box?

I started to read the instructions & panic set in. ‘Trim them down a bit to make them look less false’. Um excuse me but aren’t they false eyelashes?? Am I missing the point? Then it goes on to describe how to apply them. Now this is what scared the hell out of me. ‘Place some glue along your lash line & on the false lashes & carefully stick them down’. 

OMG a sudden thought came to me: what if you are getting ready for let’s say a girlie night out & you’ve had one or two glasses of wine as you pick out your outfit, put on your make-up etc & then you go to put the lashes on & heaven forbid your fingers get glued together or worse than that your eyes get glued together!

I had this vision of a woman hopping around unable to open her eyes, half naked & holding a glass of wine...probably glued in her hand! Okay that image is probably more for a Hollywood film - credit is due here! It was my idea first! – than real life but who’s to say it hasn’t or won’t happen?

Then what happens if you do successfully get them on without the above mishap & then get too drunk when you’re out & that once you get home you forget to 1. Take them off or 2. Take them off but put them back in the wrong labelled section in the box? 

If you don’t take them off do they slide of during the night so that you look freaky in the morning or do they slip a little & create problems trying to open your eyes up fully?

These things worry me when looking at one tiny innocent box with a left & right false eyelash in it. So my answer to this whole dilemma? Don’t use them. Instead I sent them off to my sister in law to be who’s friends might use them wisely & not have any mishaps sticking them on.



I am finding it harder as I go along in life to trust others. I have always been this person who easily trusts other people but if the s**t on me one too many times then I walk away. But as I’ve grown I’ve noticed I always forgive those who really let my trust down time & time again. I actually put myself through being upset just so I could spare their feelings. It’s not right & it’s pretty stupid of me to allow people to treat me badly.

So I kept vowing that if certain people let me down again than that was it. No more. I would know to never trust them again.

And guess what, they did exactly as predicted & let me down. So now I have no trust in them. Will I forgive them? Perhaps in time. I’m actually unsure at the moment if I can forgive them. I have this good monkey on one shoulder saying “in time forgive & forget” then the bad monkey keeps reminding me “this isn’t the first time it’s happened.”

Really though how can people earn your trust back? I’m not going to make them grovel for it. I just want some understanding on how they keep letting me down & that hey guess what I’m a big girl now & can say “I’m not putting up with this anymore.” & then I’d say goodbye & walk in the opposite direction.

I think people see me as a soft touch in some ways but there comes a time when you look in the mirror & say “whoa, no way, this will not continue/happen anymore.” I am stronger than this & it’s time that strong person reared its head & made a stand.

I’ve got to a stage now where I won’t be walked over. I think when other things perhaps become more important in your life & future then you realise that others who perhaps take you for granted or mistake your trust in them become less important in your life. You get to the point where you think no I don’t want you involved in what I do anymore.

If people do not respect the trust you have in them as a person then do they deserve to be a part of everything you do in your life? Or should you only allow them snippets?

You see I’m the sort of person who goes out of her way to make everyone around me happy. I won’t sit & make one call to a family member & hope they pass on my “gossip” so to speak, so I’ll normally end up calling everyone to make sure they are all well etc. But what has driven me mad in recent times is the feeling that some don’t go out of their way to return the ‘happy vibe’. I realised that most of the time I’m the one reaching out to others whom I trust & I never get one branch back.

But hey ho I guess that’s life in all its fine details.

Some people stick with you through thick & thin, others slip away & slowly lose the trust you built up for them.

I just know I’ll have to be more careful in the future as to whom I put my trust into. 

Another life lesson learned.

Places to read.

Another prompt for this week is: Where is your favourite place to read?

My favourite place to read would have to be one of two places:

I normally read either curled up on the sofa, feet tucked beneath me with a good book that completely captures my mind whilst I block out the surrounding sounds around me.

Or the other place I read is tucked up & snuggled up in bed. I rest the book on my body or hold it way above my head, my arms ending up at odd angles whilst trying to turn the page. I end up twisting & turning trying my best to get comfy as I become engrossed in the story unfolding.

Reading in bed is more relaxing I find but it’s not good for my body, as I lay in the most strangest of angles to get the best light & to make sure my arms don’t go dead as I turn another page. But I will not be persuaded by getting a Kindle yet though. I still love trying to balance a book on my arm or above my head & I love trying to be quite as I turn a page so that it doesn’t crinkle or make a sound while my fiancĂ© sleeps.