Monthly Archives: December 2014
This is a fabulous post and I appreciate the battle and your honesty. Reblogging! Happy 2015! X:0)
I hope that everyone had a great Christmas and that you can still move after being gluttons.
I still have about a ton (rough estimate ha ha) of chocolate to eat. I’ll struggle on – somehow!
Over the Christmassy days I didn’t write but by Saturday morning I needed to write, like an itch that needed to be scratched, and so I entered three competions and I wrote a poem about my 2014 which I’ve pasted in below.
I’ve been reading a lot in the last few days, a little of War and Peace, that equates to a 150+ pages so I’m progressing nicely through Part 2, some of a biography about Alice of Athlone, one of Queen Victoria’s granddaughters, and a book that I haven’t read since I was at school (20 odd years ago.)
I found “The Very Bloody History Of Britain (Without The Boring Bits) The First Bit.” by John Farman by accident while browsing on Amazon and it was as funny to me yesterday as it had been then.
I recommend it if you are new(ish) to British history and want to learn in a “fun and with comic illustrations” kind of a way.
The rediscovery of a book from the past was a surprise bonus gift this Christmastime.
Tolstoy is beckoning today, War and Peace needs stamina but it’s a fabulous book.
I think the Russian influence is taking over my book purchases too, I’ve also bought a biography on Catherine the Great but I love history so no complaining here!
I hope you have a very happy and healthy 2015 and thanks for following me. It’s really appreciated. X
Speak to you next year!!
2014: Miracle Upon Miracle
At the start of this year my mental health was not what it should be
The weight of OCD and PTSD were expertly overwhelming me
But these last twelve months have shown me that miracles are real
That the hand of cards from the deck is not always a rum deal
Team Jo, as I’ve christened us, Mum, the therapist, doctor and I
Have worked solidly to strengthen me and answer the whys
But it must be acknowledged with gratitude and unrelenting zeal
That without God’s love, precious faith and His ears open to appeals
I, a mere mortal, may have let my fighting spirit gasp, stutter, die
But there’s a wondrous light peeking from my reawakening eyes
Life is returning, the illnesses are fading and to them I shan’t yield
I have walked a stony path but blessedly supported I approach healed
As the New Year bell sounds delicate buds of bountiful joy I can foresee
I reflect that in 2014 the true Jo came back and she is alive within me.
Reblogging this very honest and inspiring poem. I found that the enemy within is far scarier than the enemy without. X
I can write this as I know what it all feels like, and how depression can alter your life patterns.
In the depths of depression
There is a rolling fog that can
Be daunting as it clouds your brain
Lost in a world of utter dismay
From the depths of your heart
Filled with bewilderment, perplexed
Full of difficulty and confusion
Your lost in a world of utter dismay
You weep for your life
A life restored
Your friend becomes a darkness
A protective shield held, around your very existence
Destroying your will to live at times
Eating away at all your emotions
A dream lost in time
Happiness is often dark and desperate
Often fading in time
You become scared of the other side
Often you wonder
How do you escape
Often thoughts written on paper
Show dark feelings
To search, to wander the world
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My Kindle is stocked with great books to read over the festive season and probably well in to 2015.
Just one teeny tiny issue though…I am going to need more eyes to read them at the same time!!
As I write I am part way through
Tolstoy’s War and Peace…a must read and a test of stamina!
Two historical biographies – research for articles/books etc.
A Maeve Binchy novel, A Week In Winter – it flows beautifully.
A book on writing articles.
And Lillie Langtry’s autobiography, she was one of King Edward VII’s conquests, in case you’re wondering who she is/was.
So, the fact that I have just bought two royal history books and another book on writing means that I need about 9 pairs of eyes!
I have always been an avid reader and I’ve forever been starting books and setting them aside for a day or two to read something else. E.g fiction for three days and a couple of days non fiction to mix it up – unless I am 100% engrossed in a book then the others can wait! The last book that I read which I couldn’t put down was Les Miserables and before that Jane Eyre.
I missed that book for weeks after I’d finished it!
The great thing about being a keen writer is that it goes hand in hand with being a dedicated reader. YAY!!
People who don’t read books are missing out on so much magic.
Anyhow, I have to go Christmas food shopping so there’s no reading time for a couple of hours yet today!
I’ve taken the plunge, I’ve put my money where my mouth is, I’ve risen to the challenge and any other cliches that you want to add…I’ve entered one of my poems in to a pay to enter competition!
Until now I’ve entered only free competitions to see how my work performs under pressure and scrutiny and it’s not done too badly.
No wins but no sense of “why did I bother? Am I MAD?” either so I’ve decided today that I may as well take the next step and enter a pay to enter, larger prize competition.
Moreover, I won’t let that little voice in my head say that I’ve probably just wasted my money or that the poem possibly has no chance of achieving any sort of prize – No, I’ve just been brave and that is a big fat juicy something in life that doesn’t have a pricetag.
The results won’t be out for a couple of months but at least I’ve entered and the rest is up to the judges.
Happy writing peeps!