I’ve just finished reading the delightful blog by Jennifer Martin (link below), and I had to laugh. Not at the blog, nor even at the subject. Rather, at what was currently residing on the corner of the desk in my study.
Let me explain. Jennifer was reminding someone that notepads were quite a handy item to have upon your person. Especially for those times that you’re away from your technological writers tool of choice.
My mind instantly flashed to the corner of my study desk where a mishmash collection of notes, in a variety of shapes and sizes was currently sitting patiently, awaiting my time and attention. You see, although my tool of choice is my iPad and wireless Apple keyboard, I have a habit, good or bad, of writing any piece of inspirational thought upon the nearest piece of paper I have to hand. My notebooks are varied in size, and stashed in some of the weirdest places around my home. Depending on which handbag or purse I’m carrying will also denote which notebook resides within – I never change notebooks when I change my purse. I’ve also used serviettes whilst at a cafe´and from time to time I’ve even used the backs of used envelopes. Any A4 paper that comes through my letterbox will instantly be recycled into A5 sized notepads, and these are scattered around the house, and also keep a couple in the glove compartment of my car.
The only problem I have with all the notes that I have made, is finding the time to collate them, and incorporate them in which ever story/tale I’m telling at the time.
I even make notes about possible new characters, books, chapters, names… you name it, I make notes about it.
So yes, I highly recommend note taking. I also recommend the processing of those notes sooner rather than later. Otherwise you too will end up with a box, or a desk corner just like mine.
Knowing this, you may now understand my POIYPOIY when my mind instantly flashed to that corner of my study desk that is currently holding my
I can relate, then again I’m fairly sure most people can. Well written.
It’s finally happened. My home is a haven of criminality. I live surrounded by thieves, anarchists and drug abusers, but up until now, I have managed to remain a beacon of honesty and integrity, a light in the darkness, a paragon of virtue. And then I got caught shoplifting on Friday. This came as as much of a surprise to me as it does to you. Not because I didn’t expect to get caught, but because I didn’t know I was doing it at the time.
I was caught by the man (who in this case was a short, round little woman) taking a pie out of the Pick ‘n Pay without paying for it. As I always say, go large or go home!
Let me lay out my defence. Firstly, I was not feeling very alert. This was not my fault. My son, a lord of chaos…
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so many so many
which way to go which way to go
wrong path chosen wrong path chosen
shit kicked outta ‘ya shit kicked outta ‘ya
bad choice made bad choice made
can’t face it can’t face it
To short choices
. many choices to make
. Life continues
. Life is good
. Life is bad
. Life can be lived
. with the
support of those around you, you just have to let
By Trixie Vardon