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.
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!
As a child, I used to annoy my big sister when she helped me with my reading aloud because I would read what I wanted to be there and not the actual words, so “the cat sat on the mat” might become “the cat sat down on the mat.”
I have been blessed with a really active imagination too, my inner writer!
When I was 10 I won a poetry competition, which shocked me as I knew the other contender for 1st place and I was convinced that I was the runner up, so convinced that as the guy started the intro for the runner up I was half way to standing before I realised that my name hadn’t been called and that I was the winner…it was my first attempt and it was a 13 verse Halloween poem. Of course, they might have given me 1st place because after 13 verses the judges had lost the will to live!!
I continued to write short stories and poems throughout my teen years and I was pleased when my English teacher said that if I kept working on it I could possibly maybe perhaps get something published one day…he’s a poet as well as a teacher and was probably just being diplomatically encouraging!
Then the weirdest thing happened.
When I was about twenty two/twenty three a little voice inside my head said “Stop writing for a few years. Get a bit more life experience.”
The idea made sense. I was beginning the rehash old ideas and although I loved, and love, writing I was not producing great work.
I stopped writing in earnest until I was thirty.
I just came back to it, no conscious decision, I simply started to write and the words flowed and I’d seen more of life so I could tell stories that my twenty something self wouldn’t have been able to with conviction. That was how my first novel came to be.
Life works in mysterious ways.
Hope you are having a great day.