Coastal Girl to City Girl

I have to apologise to my followers & readers. My internet decided to let me down right in the middle of the A-Z challenge! Perfect timing huh! I was being charged extra to go on the internet on top of the monthly allowance…not good at all. So the internet was off limits until now. I have been writing these up in a word document & will now have to flood my blog with each post as I really wanted to complete this challenge. So sorry in advance for the flood of posts. I will also get round to the wonderful comments left by my readers; I appreciate each & every one of them. So here we go with the rest of the A-Z challenge…oh how I’ve missed posting these up… Jelly. I remember eating jelly as a child at birthday parties mixed with ice cream. It was always presented in a colourful paper plate with a plastic spoon. You’d sometimes get a mixture of jellies with a blob of melting vanilla ice cream. Why are jellies mainly suited to children? & why are they given...

Mirror.   Fearfully I look into the mirror Behind the dust tells my story Do I want to continue looking My father looks back short and stocky My Mothers tallness and skinny physique My Sister with her black hair and sparkling blue eyes All I see is eyes full of hurt Past piercing on my lobes, holes still showing My face shape unbeknown to me The blonde hair, my prized possession,  A kind sweet smile just like my Nan, I realise Genes affect me in every way I keep looking trying to see what face appears As I dim the lights I see two faces Mine now and the face of my past.

  Confrontation. I do not like confrontation. I can’t stand it & the only way I deal with awkward situations is to start giggling or to crack a joke. I never used to be like this. I would stand up to anyone anytime; it was part of my job & the job environment I was in. But over the years I’ve lost the need to stand up to people. I will argue my point to people but if it gets too OTT then I will bail out. I have no idea where this bail out has come from or when it developed but I think it stems from getting too tried arguing with members of my family. It got to a point where I thought why the hell am I doing this, there’s no point as it never changes anything anyways. Yet when someone ‘picks’ on a member of my family I will growl like a lioness & protect them. I had to do that a few months back with someone who was rude & disrespectful of a family member & they didn’t understand what they had done wrong & they believed everyone els...

I went to a psychic night the other evening. Now I do believe in these kinds of things but for some reason I held some reserve back for that evening. When I arrived with my sister in law, her friend & my husband we discovered the lady was running late having only just arrived – an hour later than planned – so we had to sit & wait….& obviously consume a couple of drinks! Finally we were called one by one. Our friend went first out of us all & we sat there imagining what could be said to each of us individually. Then it was my turn to go in. I was expecting to go through perhaps some black or dark blue curtain type hanging thing, to come across some low lighting or even some scented candles but instead I got something completely different… The pool room of a pub, behind some MDF ply wood boards on wheels, the lady sat at a pub table – a small round one – with an empty ½ pint lager glass next to her tarot cards. The area was brightly lit & felt ve...

OK so I feel bad for abandoning my readers & writing. I haven’t stopped writing though but in my usual way I’ve had a mad rush of having to write 4000 words in a few days. I left it too late – as usual - & then had to write extremely quickly to get this work done. It was important as it was my assignment; the first part of this meant writing 1200 words – easy I thought – not so when I am meant to write about all this research I’ve been embarking on the past month or two….ooops the research! Yikes mad dash ensued looking around the internet for the journals I needed & some intense reading & slight understanding of the academic language meant finally I could write up those words. The second part was 2800 words, in which I had to write about the set text & the research, I had to answer a question about Gender & whether it’s a crucial factor in the text. Well I kept reading & re-reading the question & still couldn’t come up with an answer. To be hones...

I have been given an irresistibly sweet award by Beth . I do not deserve this & I am blushing as I write this. Awards make me shy & nervous as I feel I should be more ‘on it’ when it comes to my writing than I have been of late. Anyways in order for me to accept this award I now have to tell you 7 things about me that you may not know…if you know them then pretend you are hearing it for the first time (ha). Ok so this first one is going to sound odd in this day & age or it may put me in a bad light but I do not & never will drive. I know I know you are probably going what??!! Right now but I dislike the roads, find that they are too busy & mad & that (sorry to all drivers here) drivers sometimes do not think when they get into their car. I walk everywhere & some of things I see drivers do amaze me! The other day I saw a woman with a child on lap in the front seat whilst her other half drove….crazy! It’s not right & makes me feel nervous...

Another prompt on:  http://nablopomo.blogher.com/ 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 cliché, 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 c...