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Home…

Our house is not bricks and mortar, it is a living, breathing organism feeding constantly off our emotions.

It offers sanctity and solitude when we are stressed; comfort and warmth when we are at our lowest and neediest.

Its heart pulsates with every word that is spoken, every laugh that escapes and every tear that is shed.

Our house is alive even in the silent moments of night when it protects us as we sleep.

Its windows are beacons which guide us safely back no matter how far we travel.

In the stillness of time I can feel its heart beat in rhythm with mine.

Our house is not bricks and mortar, it is a living, breathing organism, it is our Home ❤

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Playtime…

They waved and danced about as Doris walked slowly towards the gate. It may have been near on 70 years since she’d last seen her brother and sister’s but she’d have known them anywhere.  Her heart leapt with joy at the thought of being reunited with them and tears trickled down her cheek.

Apart from their  mother, she’d  been the only survivor when the bomb had struck the house on that fateful night; but here they all were, back together again at last.

The sun warmed Doris’ face and her ringlets bounced in the sun as she ran towards her siblings, a five year old’s bones didn’t ache…

Who said writing was a lonely business?

I’ve read that writers are naturally lonely. To enable the creative juices to flow we like to lock ourselves away.

I myself prefer working in silence, I can’t listen to music or have background sounds at all, I just can’t concerntrate. Take this evening for example, I got more written whilst I was alone with the TV off then I did when my fiancé joined me and the TV was turned on, yes I could have gone to another room and continued writing in silence, but  we wanted to spend the evening together, so my fiancé compromised by turning the volume down.

The problem I face though is, like this evening, that I don’t always want to hide myself away from my family, I work full time and my evenings and weekends are time for me to spend with the people I love, but since the beginning of December,because I’m focusing on my writing, I’ve had to juggle my time and also the way I write. I now refuse to close the laptop as soon as the TV goes on, I try and work on through it because I know I can edit the work at a quieter time. If my stepchildren are about then I will try and add notes to my ‘Little Book of Big Ideas’ at least I’m still being creative and writing something.

But as for my writing process I don’t think I’ll ever be completely alone as this picture shows…

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because Phoebe is always happy to snuggle up next to me and encourage me.

Date Night…

It’s Tuesday, is it too early to wish it was the weekend?

This evening I didn’t get any writing done because my fiancé and I went in a date. We never had a courtship in the traditional sense. In the first few months of our relationship we probably went on about 6 dates! The reason for this was that we lived 100 miles apart and that my fiancé had children, so  after the first two weekends I travelled to his house and spent time getting to know the children.

We moved in together 6 months after we became a couple and since then we’ve tried to have an evening to ourselves once a month, sometimes ( if we’re lucky) we’ve managed it once a week.

This evening we went to see ‘A Monster Calls’ I’d read the book when it was first published and was really looking forward to the film.

So what did I think of it?

I loved it, it payed homage to the book, and the special effects were amazing. It’s a sad film and I did shed a few tears, but then I cried when I read the book so I wouldn’t have expected anything less. If you get an opportunity to see it, go, you won’t be disappointed.

So this evening I took a night off from my own writing and emersed myself in someone else’s and it was well worth it.

Did it inspire my own writing in anyway? No it didn’t, I don’t aspire to be Patrick Ness, but then why should I, for a start I’m a woman and not called Patrick!,

I write what I want to read and create the characters I want to write about and I hope that one day other people will want to enter my worlds too.

 

And so begins another year…

New Years Eve 2016 is a time for reflection.

As the year draws to a close it would be easy for me to think of the pain and heartache that it has dished out to me and my family, but then I look at my fiancé and stepchildren and I am reminded of how lucky I am and of all the wonderful memories that we made this year.

My two eldest stepchildren achieved great things with exam results and have now begun the next chapter in their lives and to top it my eldest stepson became Head Boy. Photographs remind me of the days out and happy times we shared as a couple and as a family.

My fiancé’s perfect and magical proposal in the Highlands of Scotland, I still look at my ring and smile at the memories.

My parents’ 60th wedding anniversary and the feeling of love and pride I have for them.

Having my dad celebrate this Christmas and New Year, something that, for a while, we thought might not happen.

These are the things that I am grateful for and as Big Ben rings in 2017 I’ll be focusing on the good times and the wonderful memories that we’ll make in the coming year.

Happy New Year to you All 🎉

Incy, wincy spider…

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So earlier this evening my fiancé sees a spider crawling across the wall, said spider was about an inch in size, legs included, we are not talking about a tarantula, just a small spider. Now what you need to know about my fiancé is that he hates spiders, cannot stand them, so much so that he trained our dog to catch them…

We have a small Jackchi called Phoebe, she is adorable, kind, loving and very affectionate, unless you are a spider (or worm). When she sees a spider she nudges it with her nose, tosses it in the air and then rolls on it, occasionally, like this evening, she will even eat it. However; so small was this spider that it must have slid quickly down her throat without touching the sides because she spent a couple of minutes looking for it.

As you can see from those soft, brown eyes, she’s a real cutie and you would never think her a spider killer…

So if you have a spider problem and you hate arachnids then maybe you should call Phoebe, she will always save the day.

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Oh go on then, just one more roast potato…

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This was me after lunch today, could I have squeezed in another ‘pig in blanket’? Probably not.  There comes a point when you have to come to terms with the fact that you need to stop eating…

But it was lovely to be with family, especially as we only see some of them every 2 years because they live in Australia. There’s nothing better then spending quality time with the people you love.  Through the power of technology we were able to FaceTime my family (100 miles away) and share their Christmas too.

Now it’s time to relax so we can do it all again tomorrow…