Fifty Shades of Red
Well we’re heading south for the rest of this trip so the weather will improve and the sun should make a bit more of an effort to join us….we hope.
And as if by magic we meander out on deck to be greeted by a crisp cool morning….with a clear blue sky and sunshine.
It’s only 8am and there has already been a scramble for the sun loungers.
I know I’ve said it before, but it still amazes me that despite so many health warnings about over exposing our skin to the harmful UV rays of the sun there are still many who never seem happy unless they are excessively tanned (leave the room if you had improper thoughts then) Don’t get me wrong, I too love to expose my pasty body to the warmth of the sun (sorry) but I prefer to sit in the shade more often than not.
By lunchtime I think a fair few had underestimated the power of our great yellow sky companion, with several turning some interesting shades of angry pink.
Here comes the sun,
You folks must run
To grab a spot to lie.
Hitch up that skirt,
Before it passes by.
But stay it may
For just this day,
So get it while you can.
Don’t whinge “It’s sore,”
Grit teeth much more
Stand up and be a man.
Forget the creams
Their blocking means
Delaying darker skin.
Avoid the shades,
In many ways
They stop the ray’s way in.
For panda eyes
Are no disguise,
You need an even spread.
Just like a spit
Rotate a bit
To brown from toe to head.
Now stay all day,
Not shift or sway.
Raise arms above your head,
Red bingo wings
And other things
Will burn tonight in bed.
But that’s the plan,
You have to tan
To prove a time well spent.
If pale you stay
While you’re away
Then no one knows you went.
15th September 2015
Sea Day….time to reflect!
I’ve been out of the habit of writing for the past few months because my days have been taken up with a ‘slightly more’ demanding project. Life has certainly been hectic so far this year (something I’ve not been used to for a long while) so I haven’t had much spare time to put pen to paper (or finger to keyboard) and the desire to be creative has been severely beaten into a corner by apathy and fatigue.
But now things are different and I find myself returning to a more acceptable state of lazy limbo again. This being the ideal opportunity to re-establish my relationship with my reliable companion and boredom buster, ‘writing’ (or technically….typing) I charge the battery on my neglected laptop and begin the search for inspiration.
Now if someone had told me that writing is a bit like exercise, meaning the less you do the harder it becomes to get back into a functional rhythm, I would have seriously laughed at them for suggesting such an absurd notion.
But at this moment in time I have to admit I couldn’t be more wrong.
I’m sat in the most ideal place, surrounded by a million and one things to take pleasure in and yet I’m struggling to string together a single coherent idea. I’m even starting to wonder if maybe my lack of attention has ticked off my abandoned friend and companion and it has no desire to return to this heartless traitor.
I reflect on the times when ideas had come so fast that many were forgotten long before being recorded. They ended up in limbo somewhere in the back of my mind with a hope of their resurrection on a barren day, but even these little gems have deserted me.
Inspiration is definitely like a snowball, the more it rolls the more it grows. But it has to be cultivated and supported because if neglected it may very well roll off down the hill, taking all the good ideas with it, and that means the process has to be started all over again.
Where is that inspiration?
It’s such a fickle friend.
Sometimes it overwhelms me
With ideas that have no end.
Another day it taunts me
And tells me many lies,
Promises an insight
But delivers nothing wise.
Why won’t the words come quickly?
I’m stuck with no idea.
I need you Inspiration
Right now….I’m over here.
Give me mountains not a molehill,
I need a new intent.
I promise to stay faithful,
If you help me I’ll repent
And I promise not to leave you
Just like I did before.
Please help me Inspiration
Come feed my mind once more.
The Hokey Cokey……….what’s that all about?
Before my book was published last October I spent a good part of my days writing (exactly what you would expect from an aspiring writer) It was great because I could stretch my imagination, create characters and mould their lives, which then inspired me to develop the process further, build relationships, assign personality traits and generally……have fun by my own rules in the world I designed.
This was great fun, and it gave me that tingle of excitement which encouraged me to continue on a daily basis……until the inevitable happened, and as the last chapter concluded there was a feeling of loss, a conclusion to my fun. My characters had finally served their purpose and it was time to let them meet the world (hopefully)
Then a new kind of excitement came along in the form of the finished product, brilliant, but as a self-published author little did I realise how my days would now be taken up.
I still have many ideas racing around inside my head and I long to once again take the ‘Storyteller’s’ chair, return to my desk and create anew, to feel that tingle once more…but I can’t.
Why? well because if I want the world to meet Freddie and the lovely Lisa then I have to market the product. (It’s like the old joke about Dennis Waterman….write the theme tune, sing the theme tune) So I spend my day trawling Goodreads, Authinomy, Booklife, etc…….writing reviews for other fellow dreamers in the forlorn hope they may do the same for me.
And I have to ask myself……what am I doing?
I’m in a quandary because I want to write more, create more, it’s what I enjoy doing. But what’s the point if my efforts won’t be appreciated by others. I have to admit it’s all a little soul destroying but what choice do I have?
Oh well…….tomorrow……maybe……just maybe 🙂
10.15 pm – Even though it was quite late by the time Freddie got back to the Dog he was hoping his friend would still be there waiting for him.
“She’s not been in at all tonight Freddie.” John picked a clean glass off the rack. “Stopping for a drink?”
“No thanks, bit strapped for cash tonight.”
“Is everything alright Freddie?” John sounded genuinely concerned.
“I think so. Things are just mixed up in my head at the moment, that’s all.”
As Freddie turned to leave John called him back.
“Isn’t it strange,” he said, “That when you get up in the morning some things seem very simple, but as soon as you get into bed they become so complicated it ruins the rest of your day.” He put a pint of bitter down on the counter. “There’s a lesson there for everyone I think, and this one’s on the house.”
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“We’ve been following all the usual tried and tested advice given by the ‘how to get pregnant’ experts and magazine gurus and she’s always keen to try all the different ideas she’s read about.”
“Lisa reads a lot by the sound of it.”
“To be fair doc it’s her job, as is putting me through the torture of cold baths, loose underwear and high fibre diets. Three items that definitely never made it onto Julie Andrews list of favourite things. But then neither did men, sex or chocolate so go figure.”
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Apparently I’ve been nominated for an award………WOW an award how lovely 🙂
I was nominated by The Bella Travelista, so thank you, I’m really grateful that you enjoy my nonsense to the point you feel I deserve a mention…….it is very much appreciated.
Ok, so according to The Bella Travelista, the rules for the One Lovely Blog award are:
The conditions for the award are:
1. Thank the blogger who gives it and link back to the blog.
2. Tell the person who nominated you, 7 things about yourself.
3. Nominate 15 bloggers and let them know about the award.
1 Well firstly I don’t think I’m that interesting so thinking of seven things may take it’s toll on my imagination.
2 I was a stay at home Dad to my two wonderful boys at a time when being a male home-maker was just starting to become acceptable.
3 I spent the majority of my working life in the dark…….working backstage in the theatre
4 I love cruising.
5 I hope to become an appreciated author some time before I leave this mortal existence.
6 I’m a big softy at heart and love a happy ending.
7 My first novel ‘The Other Side of Me’ has just been released (sorry but I just had to get that in somehow 🙂 )
Now My Nominations
These guys and gals make me laugh, give good advice or generally brighten my day.
The Author Who Supports
The Hardy Traveller
Storytime with John
Clothed with Joy
Dream, Play, Write
Cheryl M Gray Art
Chris Martin Writes
my two sentences
There are many more I love to read, so if I missed you I’m sorry, but if I follow you I think you’re great 🙂