Soft Waves

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Please find another pretty picture from me, again edited with Pixlr. I’m really enjoying this free app and the edits that it’s capable of.  There is a huge variety of tools, although I would like a bit more control over where filters start and stop, so I could highlight certain things. But it is a lot of fun! Please find the raw image below.

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Daily Prompt: Back to School / I don’t got no gramma’

Daily Prompt: Back to SchoolIf you could take a break from your life and go back to school to master a subject, what would it be?

Now here is an interesting question! If I could go back to school, what would I want to master? Well, ideally I’d love to learn all the ‘stuff’ about grammar and punctuation – I’d particularly like to learn how to spell (auto-correct, you are a fiendish friend!) I don’t know where I was, when everyone else was learning all the ‘rules’ of grammar, but I’m certain I wasn’t in the class!

When it comes to the rules, I always feel deficient. Why does i go before e except after c? When should I use a semi-colon, and the possessive apostrophe ends up everywhere, even when there are no s’sssss to be found! I’m aware these days, that with the wonder of googliness, I can read up on all these rules and re-learn them. However, I feel cheated. These aren’t things I should be learning, (I can’t relearn something that I’ve never learnt) these are things that I should know.

The deficit is a hole within me. When I’m pulling out the story and the flow and the words and throwing them onto the page like an artist with paint; I can’t help but feel I’ve been robbed of a valuable tool – the paint brush perhaps. Yes, I can throw a variety of colours onto the page, and I might even be more imaginative, painting without a brush, but when I’m trying to be a serious artist, the lack of definition shows.

Please could I learn some grammar?

Thanks!

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A photo edited on Pixlr Express+ a very nifty little free app, I must say!

Please find my pre-filtered image below.

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Warning: This Blog May Contain Cats!

Warning: This Blog May Contain Cats!

I felt that this was probably an appropriate time to introduce two current stars of my short fiction and poetry. Please meet Lewis and Rosie, and be warned that if you have an adverse reaction to cute and fluffy creatures, this may not be the blog for you to follow.
My cats certainly provide a great deal of comfort and entertainment, but they’re both very different. Lewis is a possibly part Bengal, tabby with white feet and a superbly fluffy belly. His emotional range swings from desperately needy and affectionate to storming off in a huff and sitting alone in the bath. (Literally the bath, he’s very strange.) Rosie, who is black and white and a quarter Siamese, remains consistent in her affection.
I will refer to Lewis affectionately from time to time as a fluffy moron – as he is frequently ridiculous. He loves boxes! Put any box, or bag on the floor and he’ll climb straight in. (Very useful for taking him to the vets!) However Rob and I had an ice lolly each the other night, so imagine a standard size box for three ice lolly’s… This was left on the table. We heard a thump as we sat watching the TV. We looked around to the door and all we saw was this box skidding across the hallway floor, Lewis desperately trying to get in it! He’d managed to just about get his nose and half of his face inside and such was his determination, that he ran the box into the wall; KADUNK! Box and cat rebounded. He bounced away, shook himself and stalked away glaring at us both. As you can imagine we both dissolved into hysterical laughter.
Fortunately Rosie is much more intelligent.
I will do my best not to blog about the cats too often, but thought that everyone should have fair warning!

Like no Pie I have ever seen before.

My mum is infamous for her desire to ‘experiment’ with food. She’s going to kill me for publishing this, but it was just too funny to ignore.

Lemon Meringue Pie

I couldn’t take my eyes off the lemon meringue pie. My mother had laid it in the center of the table. She then sat down with an expectant air.

“I brought cheesecake!” I announced, placing it carefully beside the first dessert. Eight pairs of eyes flicked from one pudding, to the other.

“Cheesecake for me,” my brother was first to break the silence. His request was echoed by his wife, then my sister, her husband, my dad, myself – the gaze finally rested on my boyfriend, Rob.

He swallowed, “lemon meringue please.” A thick slice was cut and set down for him. We were transfixed by the way it wobbled. It just didn’t look…right.

My mum looked up, as an afterthought “I ran out of biscuit- you know, for the base.”

Rob doubtfully tapped the bottom with his fork. A wheeto fell off, rolled across the fine china and bounced onto the floor.

My sister lent forward, “Mum, why is the lemon bit, orange?”

“It’s not!”

“It bloody well is – why is it orange?”

“I ran out of cornflower,” the admission was almost a sigh.

“What did you use?” I hardly dared to ask.

“Custard.”

We watched every slow mouthful that Rob took, fascinated. A lemon meringue pie made from stale wheetos, and custard. “Mum,” I could no longer resist the temptation to ask “did you grate a lemon into the custard?”

“Well, it wouldn’t be a lemon meringue pie without lemon, would it?”

“…was it a waxed lemon?”

We left the house quickly that night. My brother –in-law slapping Rob on the back.

“Well done mate,” he laughed “took one for the team.

I started this story as an exercise, aiming to fit it onto a post card. This meant that it had to deal with a crisis and resolution quickly. I struggled, but I’m happy with the overall outcome. I hope some of the hilarity of my family dinners comes across. God bless substitution of normal ingredients – to things a little out of the ordinary!

Please find below, a picture of my post-card story. Try writing one? Let me know how it goes!

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Fi

Daily Prompt: A Friend in Need

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/07/25/daily-prompt-friendship/

Daily Prompt: A Friend in Need.

My closest friend is far away.
For the sake of my remaining heart, I hope that way it stays.
It can be a hard thing to be a friend, a true friend.
They are a gift, whose love knows no end.
Celebrations and laughter are easy;
Like sharing jokes and anecdotes.
But would you share unwanted truth?
No one wants, their friends to tears, reduced.
Do you pick them up, when they are low?
Even when they turn, on you, with blows?
It can be a hard thing to be a friend, a true friend.
They are a gift, whose love knows no end.

Starting from Scratch? – Eeek!

Why hello blank page!

After finishing my first manuscript, I was overwhelmed with a sense of completion and pride. I wanted to skip around, boogie, shout from mountaintops, you know, the usual…

Within my initial elation, I decided that every willing victim that I could fine, should read the manuscript to give me some feedback. Thank you all for putting up with this! However, the responses were really positive! I was pleased that I’d been so willing to share the story and have so much friendly feedback. There was some constructive criticism as well, apparently I rush through the chapters too quickly – but then I wanted to create momentum. However, after further reading and advice, I’ve reached the conclusion, yet again – that I’m not done yet.

Noooooo, I thought!  I’ll admit that it took me a few weeks to get my head around re-visiting the manuscript, again. But I’ve now settled on the realisation that the manuscript needs a new beginning, one that sets the scene and the world more clearly.  I’ve started work on this, but it’s frightening to approach a blank page, especially knowing that it’s got to tie back in with a massive weight of work that has gone before.  I feel like I’m writing towards a road block, that once I am able to join a new beginning to the old story, I’ll run out of momentum. However, I am determined to keep going, the entire manuscript needs another, more thorough edit but I feel confident that this time, I know what I’m doing. I have an aim in mind.

Wish me luck!

Fi