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Ghost Cats

Today I am home alone writing, apart from the company of one furry black and white cat called Mojo. She is a sweet old cat and doing well for her 19 years.  

She can be quite useful to have around during the writing process. She is quite willing to patiently listen to me read out long passages of writing without criticism or interference and she is also quite happy to take any questions I might have, although I have found her responses to be a little limited. It's also nice to know that if I am ready for a break, she'll be there to wander in the garden with me for a while or sit on my lap contentedly while I think about future scenes and scenarios.

On the downside, she can be a distraction and an easy excuse to stop writing. She gives me that look which says I demand love and attention now or actually it's more likely to be associated with feed me now oh big giant cat.  Oops did that slip through. Yes it did. I'm convinced that Mojo thinks that me and my husband are …

Writing Wishes

On Friday, it just so happened that I watched about twenty minutes of the children's TV programme, Blue Peter.  I know, I know - let's not even go there with reasons why I was watching children's TV on a Frdiay afternoon. Perhaps I should refer you to my earlier post, entitled Distractions and Excuses for an indication of why this might have taken place.

Anyway, I digress. One of the guests on the show was Jacqueline Wilson who seemed a lovely lovely lady and who answered all budding novelist questions with helpful and encouraging responses. My favourite question asked of Jacqueline was:

 "If you had a wish what would it be?"

Jacqueline's response was:

"The ability to write a book in a day as this would enable her to spend two days writing two books and then she would have 363 days left in which to have fun each year."

I have to admit that I was quite surprised by her response tending to believe that all writers can think of nothing better than to s…

Distractions and Excuses

I am home alone tonight and have the opportunity to write. It is quiet and peaceful. I have made tea. I have settled down with my laptop at my new desk - now all freshly painted and eager with anticipation that I shall be writing my best-selling novel at it. The conditions are, you might suggest, absolutely perfect.

So what happened - why no additional wordcount, why no excitement over finishing another chapter? Well firstly my neighbour arrived requiring some help of a technical nature. I knew that I would be unable to help and may get her into even more of a technological muddle than the one she started with, but I did manage to chat on the doorstep for at least ten minutes and maybe more. I did stop myself from asking her in for a cup of tea, which I normally would.  You did ok, I tell myself. It wasn't too much of a distraction - now back to it. 

Right settle back down, pour another cup of tea, hands on keyboard and... Oh, I'll just have a quick look at my online bank accou…

Our Stories

"A Human Being is nothing but a story with skin around it" Fred AllenI wanted to share this quote with you as when I read it today, it so reasonated with me. When you think about it, everyday we're presented with the stories of people's lives whether this be through the news and media or just sitting down to enjoy a cup of coffee with a friend. Through others sharing their experiences, we can be inspired, educated, delighted or on the other hand, distraught, frightened or upset.

What's your story and how do you want it to impact on others?

My Little Write Space

I'd like to tell you a secret. Do you promise you won't tell? OK then I'll share it with you.

Today I am sitting in my new writing space.  The space has always been here but today it is special, it is mine. And why is this a secret you might ask - well that's because my husband has been busy preparing a new table for me to use. It will be the place at which I sit to write. He has created a little write space, just for me. 

But the table is not quite finished. There is more sanding and it needs painting too, he tells me. Yet I am impatient and excited and so today, the partially-finished table has been brought into the house and I am sitting at it writing this post. I just want to see how it is, what it is like, how I feel sitting in the space. My very own writing space. And it is everything I thought it would be. It feels wonderful.

Later today it will return to the garage for its final preening before it becomes a regular part of the household, and I am happy that it ha…