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If We Were Having Coffee

Welcome, welcome, it’s Saturday so help yourself to a cuppa of whatever takes your fancy and throw whatever is on the settee onto the coffee table [if you can find room]. I’ve been looking forward to this all week because I have quite a bit to tell you.

This week has been pretty packed and even though I haven’t had chance to sit down and work on chapter three of Shadow Dawn, I have been very productive. Yesterday was spent getting through most of the studying I need to do for my next accountancy exam so my brain feels a little fried, but I feel good for getting things done.

Onto the more interesting stuff though. This week I decided to take a leaf out of Rowena from Beyond The Flow‘s book and make a decision about taking up a new hobby. She’d been telling me about taking up ballet and I thought, you know what, I should stop talking about taking up a sport and actually go and do it. So on Wednesday I attended my first judo lesson.

It was really good fun. I was a little nervous as I was the only female actually in the room, but once I got into it that didn’t matter. I sat out for some of the sparing matches but I did get to learn a few moves, even if it was slightly odd to be throwing someone twice my size onto the ground.

Despite no getting around to redrafting any of Shadow Dawn this week, I have been writing. I think my favourite piece this week has to be Recycled Headspace. I ended up working it into my Headquarters universe and writing in that world again made me really happy.

‘Yeah’, though Cas, turning her hand over in the dim light, ‘a spare.’ The grey dawn split through the forest canopy, turning the world grey and allowing her to pick out the pale, white scars crisscrossing the skin she was wearing. The story that the doctors had told her on waking sounded like a bad fairy -tale, full of holes and easy to pick apart. Replicates were supposed to be perfect, unblemished, they weren’t created with scars already littering their bodies. Her’s though? She remembered looking in the mirror and seeing the scar that ran from hairline to jaw, crossing her face like someone had started to draw an ‘x’ through it. The hair had been cropped too close for her to tell what colour it should be but now the ends were growing through blonde, and her eyes… well at least they were interesting.

Recycled Headspace

I haven’t written as much poetry this week, only one piece in fact:

Stating The…

Some things should be obvious.

For example,

you can’t fight hatred with hatred,

and prejudice creates rifts

where we should be building bridges.

Loss is loss,

no matter the who,

no matter the faith.

Instead of telling her to take off her clothes,

instead of  telling her to cover up her skin,

realise that she is human

just like you are,

just like I am.

And I was rather sit next to her,

wearing whatever she decides to wear,

than associate with someone who allows fear,

to make monsters out of men

while the monsters lurk somewhere else

and you decide her faith is worth less bigotry.

For those of you who haven’t seen the news. Parts of France decided to ban certain items of swimwear at beaches that they considered ‘too concealing’ and a threat to public safety. A French court has since ruled that this was a breach of human liberties and the ban can not be upheld.

Some women have still had to face the humiliation of being asked to strip and pay fines for their choice of clothing. Normally I wouldn’t pass comment on the news here, but this made me so angry that I couldn’t let it be.

It’s not about what clothing you wear, it’s about the right to chose. Plain and simple.

See, I’m off again.

Well, let’s try and end on a positive note. Next week promises to be hectic so I’m not sure how blogging will go. I will, at least, have plenty to talk about come next Saturday. I’ll also have the joy of receiving a quote for how much it will cost to fix the sun room on the house the fiancee and I just bought. There’s not RSJ and the roof is… well let’s just say ‘roof’ is a generous term. We did know what we were getting into when we bought the house but it’s become very really now the builder has been out to see the damage. Oh well, it will be beautiful [and structurally sound] once it’s sorted.

Make sure to check out the Diana at The Part Time Monster Blog where she hosts this fantastic weekly meet up. It’s one of the highlights of the week for me.

Until next time. Let me know how your weeks have gone, any rooms in your house threatening to fall down? Any favourite bits of writing from the past week that you want to share? You know where the comments are.

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Carol Forrester is a twenty-three year old writer trying to be a better one. Don’t ask her what her hobbies are because the list doesn’t get much beyond, reading, writing and talking about the same. She has a 2:1 BA degree in history from Bath Spa University and various poems and stories scattered across the net. Her flash fiction story ‘Glorious Silence’ was named as River Ram Press’ short story of the month for August 2014 and her short story ‘A Visit From The Fortune Teller’ has been showcased on the literary site Ink Pantry’s. Most recently, her poem ‘Sunsets’ was featured on Eyes Plus Words, and her personal blog Writing and Works hosts a mass of writing from across the last five years. She has been lucky enough to write guest posts for sites such as Inky Tavern and Song of The Forlorn and is always open to writing more and hosting guest bloggers here on Writing and Works. With hopes of publishing a novel in the next five years and perhaps a collection or two of smaller works, Carol Forrester is nothing if not ambitious. Her writing tries to cover every theme in human life and a lot of her work pulls inspiration from her own eccentric family in the rural wonders of Shropshire life.

4 Comments

  1. The right to choose indeed. Just like choosing to take up judo or ballet or whatever it is you want to do or wear for that matter. sad how the world can come this sometimes.

  2. Hi Carol,
    Thanks for another cup of coffee and I’m stoked that my efforts at ballet have inspired you to take up Judo and good on you. It’s exciting that we can inspire each other through blogging all around the globe and have conversations which had never been possible.
    I don’t know whether you have heard about a movement called “Poets for Peace” but I’ve submitted a poem and the deadline is 29th August. Here’s the link: https://forgottenmeadows.wordpress.com/2016/07/16/calling-all-poetscreative-minds-to-a-grand-collaboration-poets-for-peace/comment-page-8/#comment-20088
    Here’s my contribution here: https://beyondtheflow.wordpress.com/2016/08/27/poet-for-peace/
    Well, good luck with the roof. I hate expenses like that!!
    Hope you have a good week!
    xx Rowena

  3. The mention of laws restricting what woman can wear is just another fact against woman. You sound like you had a busy week and have more plans for next week.

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