Write-Place

I've been trying to - but for now anyway, I've given up.  Granted I don't feel or appear very human most mornings. I blame it on a multitude of things from medication to reading until I fall asleep (then waking and reading more, falling asleep again and repeating this process umpteen times in one night ) But I thought that even I could prove what species I am or I'm not, to a laptop. Apparently not. I'd just read a very good blog post by  Sandra Patterson  and was keen to respond with my comments. So I typed the paragraph into the comments box on Google Blogger and followed the instructions which were "Please type the two words". I dutifully typed       02 mighta Now, I know you think you are already onto this. I did too. After all, anyone knows that that's not two words, but two numerals and a word. In fact it's not even a word technically, but let's not go there just now. So I then typed in  mighta on it's own. Maybe the trick...

 Poem In Process I start  in the slush queue un - noted , unseen, unread waiting for another's perusal for the start of the journey perhaps with a request for change coming from a holding place. Released, revised, replaced I can now go on my way towards acceptance and publication or to be felled by the scarlet slashes of the correcting pen But maybe I will silently withdraw and leave you curious and wondering.

Poem In Process I start in the slush queue un-noted, unseen, unread waiting for another's perusal  for the start of a journey Released, revised, replaced I can go on my way towards acceptance and publication  or to be felled by the scarlet slashes of the correcting pen. But maybe I will silently withdraw and leave you curious and wondering.

                                    Well, have to say my first reaction to the title of this article was to picture a rather unsavoury scenario of unclothed authors with notebooks, pens and laptops. The word 'laptop' conjures up all sorts of possible predicaments in this image – or maybe it’s just me. Anyway, the article in  Writers News  is nothing to do with nakedness as in baring one’s body, but more about baring one’s literary attempts, at the time of  inception. Author Silvia Hartmann will be using "Google Docs cloud-based office suite"  to let readers share her latest novel online as she types it. Followers will be able to access her writing progress using a public access web page which will go live at 9am on 12th September. Silvia says that the project is 'An amazing opportunity for me as an author to push the boundaries of the author/reader relati...

Just in case the reader of this blog fears that I may have slunk off with no intention of blogging again, I can put you out of your misery in this respect and let you know that I am still 'here' and relatively alert. I have been resting my body and mind recently - allegedly.My body doesn't seem to be responding much to the   resting mind you, as the same old aches and pains are around whether physically at rest or not. I have known for a long time that my mind isn't too keen on resting of course. I don't seem to have been born with the ability to relax, though I am quite  adept at explaining the many techniques to others who don't have a problem with carrying them out. It could be an age thing but like I say, I've always been the same, so I think it's more to do with personality or, I hesitate to say, laziness.  I have written many times about procrastination and know that writers and artists are renowned for it. But as time goes by I am more of th...

It's one of those words that stick in my mind and I keep using despite being determined not to.  Like "Glamping", I find this word cropping up in my limited vocabulary time and again over the past few weeks : Staycation - having a holiday without going "abroad ". I've reached that time in life when I can honestly say that I have been there done that and even bought the t shirts as far as holidaying abroad goes, though obviously there are thousands of places that I haven't visited but would like to. One day maybe, but not this year or next ...   It's a bit of a cliche to say that you don't realise how beautiful the place you are in is, until someone else tells you, but as much of my life tends to be a cliche, I am allowed to say it. And it is true. This photograph taken of the view from my window this morning is enough for me to never want to consider abroad ever again.  I'm not saying where my staycation is, but I might j...

solitude war,gray,black,gray a house collapses to cry a bit. borrow from neighbours  bank some money, build it again get rid of our fear it won't collapse again in the war, the repeating is rare ....... a friends death mean to look, to the sky, yell and scream, to cry my solitude, to wear black, to walk with him to a final destination I am sure, he is not going to die again one death, we all have one death losing parents, become an orphan, permission to be angry. retreat awhile for 3 days, place the gardenia on freshly dug earth, return for the living, impossible to be orphaned twice pain is waiting, unknown moments, stop at the gap at the door. fear overfills, a tear drops silently, solitude. a breath. Neveen Abou el Ola  July 2012