All posts tagged: life writing

Allow Me To Ramble On Once More…

I’m full of cold and DamLOL is consuming my life! Of course DamLOL is only the most recent in my series on procrastinator tools but it’s pretty effective at sucking up hours. Does this mean I delete the app from my ipod? Of course not. I miss out on the funny pictures then and what use would that be? On the whole I’ve not been that unproductive. I’ve written a couple thousand more words for Darkened Daughter, and the plot-line is really starting to emerge. I also don’t seem to hate everything I wrote. I’m going to count that as a win for my skill as a writer. If I can stand my work then I must be improving right? Don’t get me wrong. I’m regularly re-reading pieces of flash-fiction and thinking to myself wow, I’m really awesome at this, but for anyone who read this blog at the start you will know that there are chunks of writing I removed because they simply are not good enough to reach the standard anymore. Especially as …

Grief

The grief felt guilty. Clawing it’s way up, dragging lung and trachea with it, it seemed confused. Why now, why this loss, why not some other more easily explained? They had through the same trauma, felt their own grief and worry, dealt with it in their own way. They had not been there to see the way in which you dealt, the way in which you coped, the things that kept you grounded. When my Grandfather was very ill a few years ago I stayed at my Gran’s to look after the dogs and my Great-Gran while she spent her time with Grandad at the hospital. My Grandfather’s accident was probably the most traumatic experience of my life so far, and he was very, very lucky to have pulled through. During that time at my Gran’s there weren’t many people to talk to, and instead it was the older dog Bessy who provided the most comfort and reassurance by simply cuddling up next to me on the settee or being in the room. Last night …

Bill

I remember you warning me about candles. It was Christmas, (well just before) and I’d used a cardboard trophy box to make my own advent calendar. The sort with a candle for the Sundays and two more for Christmas Eve and the event itself. I think Joanna had made one too and we brought them to show you and Granny, proud of ourselves for putting them together.   You let us light them. But probably only because everyone was stood there and if something went wrong there were grownups ready to leap in and save the day.   I learnt about France after you were gone. Twenty-one with two friends and bikes roaring across the country by yourselves. Gran found the picture, asked for it to be framed.   Seeing you young is strange. It reminds me that my Grandfather was not my father’s father or the man my gran married, he was someone else. Someone who I never saw because I was born too late and the sickness had set in and children that …

Home (Daily Prompt)

I’ve been raiding Antonia’s photo albums on facebook again and found this! She is watching you. I will say now, as most of you will already have realised, this is not a photo of Antonia. This is my dog Meghan and a slightly strange camera angle from Toni’s experiments during one of few walks we’ve been on during our friendship. When you live on a farm you tend to find that walking is one of the few options you have for a pastime. Though the space provided in a large garden and open fields do mean you can have a pretty kick-ass party now and again.   As I mentioned, I was trailing through Miss Brennan and my Miss Joanna Forrester’s photo collections in the hope of finding something that shows “where I live” for today’s Daily Prompt. What I realised was that the place I grew up in is quite different now than the place my parent’s brought newborn baby me home to all those years ago. This hedge for example:, the one behind …

Cup Of Tea Anyone?

Determined not to be beaten by the power cuts here in Shropshire my mother decided that she could boil water on top of our little log burner in the sitting room. After about three hours of playing cards by candlelight the water was just about hot enough to make a cuppa. Not the best tasting tea apparently, but it was something.

Further Maths Is Sound

My sister isn’t a fan of having her photo taken so instead you’re going to get a picture of her lapel. Honestly her lapel is the whole reason behind this blog post, or more accurately, the little silver badge that you can just make out on this exemplary example of my photographical skills. For those of you who did not know, that is the symbol for pi: 3.141…………. If you don’t know it then I am definitely not the best person to explain it to you. But anyway, my sister has it on a badge on her lapel because she decided that Maths, Further Maths, Physics and Chemistry were an appropriate choice of subjects for her A Levels. She’s your basic clever clogs who finds numbers incredibly interesting and amusing. So much so that she took Further Maths and bought the lapel pin that are offered to those taking the subject at her school. She also likes baking. Do you start to see what I mean when I say she likes numbers? What I actually …