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Life Beyond the Bastard Bug

During my supine week, the fug in my head made it difficult to process most things, let alone finish the edit.  I did still retain the brainpower to operate the TV remote, but everything I watched made me cry.

PLEASE HELP AUSTRALIA!

PLEASE HELP AUSTRALIA! An estimated 1 billion animals have been lost in the fires as scientists warn that species of mammals, birds, insects, fungi and plants may have been wiped out before they were even discovered. Even animals that survive the fires are still at risk.

VIRUS ALERT!

I started off 2020 with targets, and have been thrown off course already. I've been knocked for six by some microscopic little bastard that has invaded my body and seems reluctant to leave.

Starting a New Decade with a Bang (on the head)

NYE's never fails to evoke a degree of emotion, even more so when it's the end of a decade.  As a subconscious switch was about to turn on the emotional NYE waterworks, one of the five framed pictures of flowers above my bedhead, all embroidered by my late mother, just happened to fall on my head. I had to laugh. Was it my mother's way of wishing me a happy new year from some parallel universe? Or was the Universe itself sending me a positive sign that, if I keep a clear head, 2020 just might be my year? Bring it on!

Meet the Dysfunctional Family

Just Say It is my first novel, which I 'finished' in June 2019 and, I've been editing it ever since! It is the first and last time I write a novel pantser-style; I will never throw myself into writing a book again without much-advanced planning. I still have faith in Lisa Grant and her dysfunctional family, and in 2020 I hope to convince an agent that her story is a viable one.  In the meantime, I'll leave you with few members of the cast.

GET JOHNSON GONE!

I don't seem to have found my 2019 Christmas spirit yet. Rushing out to buy a Christmas tree hasn't been at the forefront of my mind, as in previous years. Bringing home a Nordmann fir and decorating it in front of a roaring fire while enjoying a glass or two of mulled wine, has always... Continue Reading →

For Gemma Dupont – Please care, and share. Thank you.

Earlier this year, I met Gemma Dupont, who is a part of my Word Press blogging family, as well as a fellow aspiring author.  Enthusiastic, bright and bubbly; her motto has always been… caring is sharing. Gemma very recently finished writing her memoir, Perpetual Helix, all bar one final, professional edit. She is so close, yet so far away from achieving her dream to see it in print. This week, Gemma has received a truly devastating diagnosis. Stage 4 lung and brain cancer. Gemma urgently needs an editor who would be willing to get the manuscript to the stage where Gemma can, at least, self-publish, as a legacy for her partner and her children.

GRAMMARLY – A Sort of Review

I am grateful to Word Press for introducing me to Grammarly. I have been resisting the temptation to buy it and download it onto my Mac, having successfully convinced myself that I would buy it as some sort of reward after I a) Got shortlisted for a competition or b) Found myself an agent

The Morning After the Stockpile

I’ve been stockpiling again, but not in anticipation of a no-deal Brexit, which may, or may not, happen in 10 days' time.  At 7.30p.m last night, a lorry load of our annual supply of perfectly dry logs was offloaded outside our garage. We have been benefitting from this arrangement for about five years and have always taken a cavalier approach to the storing and stacking of the logs, which we always do as soon as the load arrives and involves a considerable amount of physical exertion.

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