All posts tagged: stream of consciousness

Hey! Short-Arse.

I’ve always been short, short person, short stuff, short arse, elbow rest, lean on my head, talk over the top of me, clamber over boxes, steps, stools, ladders to reach those things you can reach. I’ve always been short, not going to get any taller, stopped growing now, stopped growing up at least, bought new jeans this week two dress sizes up which is a pain because these jeans are a 10 and my wedding dress an 8 but there’s room to breath and wiggle a little so perhaps I’m more 9 than 10 and as a 9 maybe I can suck in… or go to the gym and use the membership draining my account each month. I like to work out sometimes, I like yoga when there’s the room, but really I should go, less to loose weight more to tone and focus on staying fit instead of spreading outwards because I’m short and I’ll always be short so best not match my height with my waist and try to find the stuff to …

Weekend Coffee Share

If we were having coffee I’d tell how I didn’t get as much done this Christmas as I wanted, but then again I never do. However, that doesn’t mean I haven’t managed to achieve a few things or pick up a few threads that I’m hoping to carry into 2016. If we were having coffee I’d brush past New Year’s Eve since there’s not much to say about it. The Big Fat Quiz of the Year and slouching on the settee in pyjamas was about exciting as my night got but it was still nice. It didn’t matter that the fiancée fell asleep halfway through the show and New Year’s Day I awoke to a snuffly nose and scratchy throat. If we were having coffee I’d tell you that the book’s still going fine, a few more words here and there. Yesterday I managed a 5,000 word chapter but today I’m back to fighting the words onto the page in the hopes of creating something legible to work with. Kat’s character’s growing the more I …

Elusive Jeans

I am aware that I’m short. Apparently I’m dead on five foot, but I was told this by a rather drunk, self-proclaimed witch shortly before he ended up paralytic on the floor and this might suggest that is less than accurate. It is a number that seems close enough though and I’m going to stick with that when people ask how tall I am, since any other answer would first require me to spend the time measuring myself. Have you ever tried to measure yourself? It is always far more hassle then I care to put myself through. But back to the original point of this post; which is actually nothing to do with jeans but a feeling of guilt that I have not posted properly in a while and I am actually quite proud of my older, not-so-fiction-based posts that are hidden somewhere in the archives of this blog. (Check them out if you have time. I think they’re rather good and I tend to be my harshest critic. I could also be wrong; …