#Jaye’s Journal ~ week 19

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I still have to juggle the laptop and computer, just to wade through my email list. Whatever is wrong, BT either doesn’t see it or could care less, despite my wordy complaints.

Days passed, and I learned how to cope with my malfunctioning emails. I am sure it helps to be stubborn like me.

Then they sent me an email, asking for feedback for their recent changes. I couldn’t believe it. Had they received my complaints? Or were they under the impression that I liked the mess they had created?

Needless to say, I did answer their email, but I wasn’t polite. At all.

AND NOW FOR SOMETHING WEIRD

Our hot water system is on a timer, and we always have plenty of hot water. So I was surprised to find it barely warm when I washed my hair. Investigation revealed that a switch had been turned off.

Strangely, no one had touched it, so I turned it back on.

Next day, it was lukewarm, and again, the switch was turned off. Either we had a paranoid interfering ghost, or the switch was faulty.

I couldn’t imagine what kind of fault would do this, so when it happened yet again, I reported it anyway. Maybe a new switch would solve the problem.

We are quite used to strange goings on around here. Remember that mysterious red light reflected in our front room window? We never did find what was making it and it is still there. Read the post here

FINALLY, SOMETHING REALLY GOOD HAPPENED

The beta read I ordered from Fiverr.com last week came back yesterday from Sara Mae. I opened the file, feeling more than a little apprehensive. To be honest, I expected the worst. Maybe Sara would find my story ridiculous or substandard and return it to me unread.

Imagine my delight to discover that Sara absolutely loved it. She was very thorough, pointing out what could be changed to make it better. Most of the points she raised were sensible and logical. I could clearly see what a difference it would make.

This was a trial run to see if it would be workable, ready for PayBack, my WIP and it most definitely was.

So if you need a beta read or help with anything writing related, you know where to go…

watermark xjj

 

 

 

Memories of The New Forest

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It was a late summer day. The sky was an intense blue and enormous puffy white clouds sailed above our heads, heading towards the horizon as we set off on an adventure, satnav in hand.

The journey to the New Forest took just over an hour but didn’t seem very long at all. There was lots of lovely scenery to look at, especially as we got closer to the Forest.

You know when you are almost there, for you begin to see the wild ponies everywhere. They are allowed to roam freely, wherever the mood takes them and if you are lucky enough to live there, you must get used to them just turning up and being in the way. They are not that small, either. To call them ‘ponies’ would give you the wrong impression. Most of them are quite a size and can be quite formidable!

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I am always surprised when people seem frightened when a pony gets too close to them. Sometimes it can be alarming, one poor man had to give up his ice cream; it was either that or lose an arm.

As we made our way to the car park, there were several ponies standing around in the street and a few more in the car park. Nobody seems to mind, but it does tend to play havoc with the traffic. Most of the foreign tourists have no idea what’s going on, and I know from experience that it’s completely terrifying trying to steer a car around a completely oblivious animal that’s just standing in the middle of the road.

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It was not our first visit, so we knew what to expect. We were here about ten years ago and still remember one rather large and stroppy pony who was trying to break into some of the cars in the car park. He obviously thought he could smell food, and it was all very scary not to mention the damage he was causing!

We decided to have lunch and have a look around afterwards, so we chose an eating-place with a good view of the road so we could watch the show. One pony, in particular, was standing in the middle of the road and didn’t look as though he had any intention of moving anytime soon. He seemed to be hell-bent on causing as much disruption to the traffic flow as possible. Almost deliberately, I thought as I could swear I saw mischief in his eyes.

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I heard some of the locals explaining to the tourists that the freedom the ponies enjoyed was theirs by right, as they were here first. The New Forest belongs to them and people take second place, as simple as that. Very strange goings on, if you ask me, but wonderful to see. This has been going on for centuries and I can see it going on for years to come.

 

I could live there for sure, to literally share your life with wild ponies seems like my idea of heaven.

Quite apart from the fact that I have wanted to live in a forest for years…

May Speculative Fiction #WritingPrompt from Myths of the Mirror… #Poetry

Diana, of Myths of the Mirror has a new feature on her blog called, “Speculative Fiction Writing Prompt.”  Please visit the link above to find out more about the challenge, then join in the great fun!

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Difference

Time makes fools of us all

You cannot outrun it, cannot change it

Let yourself ride the wave it places you on

It may push you further out beyond the sea

Where the difference becomes obvious to your mind

To make more of what you are

Let science take you beyond the limits of thought

Let them use their golden mechanical parts

Choose to make a difference

Stand out from the crowd if that is what you need

Wheels within wheels moving space, changing time

We turn; we spin our way through life

trying to keep up with the machines

Let them rebuild your broken body

Become the inner man you were meant to be

Let your mind tune in to the wonder that is you…

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My Book…

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Magic born from liquid gold

life given from stardust written

in my book of old

A warning to those who read

Some stories are not for retelling

They keep the universe in place

The Milky Way spinning

Legends handed down through the ages

More than flights of fancy

Imagination grown from one word

Within its pages

Your eyes cannot see until the mind is still

In your hand, the power grows

Worlds created by the written word

No water needed, the seed will grow

Legends retold are born again…

AAAAA

 

A very Special Day…

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Yesterday was my birthday and it didn’t rain, so I managed to visit our local pond/lake. I was desperately in need of a walk and some fresh air after all the editing.

The family gathered at our house with their arms full of flowers, and massive balloon in the shape of a butterfly dominated the scene. Such a beautiful balloon too, I will be sorry when it deflates and is no more.

We drove to the pond and parked at one end. The walk all around it is rather long, one of the reasons I wonder why they call it a pond, so we always walk halfway around and then stop for lunch at the waterside cafe.  I had one of the best cheese and ham panini’s ever and ate it with our new baby on my lap. Barely two months old, she was fascinated by all the trees and ducks. I think she was eyeing my lunch too!

I could sit and watch the antics of the swans, geese and ducks all day, but dark clouds were beginning to gather, so we took off again to walk back to the car park on the other side of the pond. As we walked, we noticed that one of last years cygnets was following us. It was a little intimidating, as swans have a reputation for being anti social. This one, a huge lumbering beast out of the water, was hellbent on saying hello to anyone brave enough to stop and talk. This happened to be me, and when I extended a hand in friendship, he bit it. Now this should have hurt, for they have serratted bread knives in their mouths, but it was gentle and didn’t hurt a bit. I couldn’t help wondering why he was being so friendly and whether it was a good idea.

I hadn’t mentioned it, but I had seen the ravens watching the ducklings and knew what they were about. I prayed they would go away and not bring death to such a beautiful place. It would seem we cannot escape sadness, even on a glorious Spring walk…

watermark xjj

Jaye’s Journal ~ week 18

 

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This week, I must have found my sensible hat, for most of last week’s problems have just faded away, leaving the rest of them easily managed.

My WIP is written in three acts. Acts one and two have been edited to within an inch of their lives, run rough Grammarly and finally spell checked. Progress indeed!

I am really impressed with Grammarly. It finds all of my mistakes and their suggestions aren’t bad either. It is so easy to use, and my readability has increased tremendously since using it. It really is helpful and doesn’t muck about with the formatting, unlike some I have used before.

The third act needs the works thrown at it now, and after that, I will do the final read through, checking there is enough magic. Also considering having it read to me by the new feature I have discovered on Word.

Despite all of this incredible progress, my dismal eyesight is making everything a nightmare. My eyes get so tired with all the straining, but I am determined to finish the WIP and make it the best yet.

I have also started an experiment with Fiverr.com. You have probably heard of them, they offer all kinds of writing-related services at reasonable rates. For the princely sum of £12, a very accomplished woman is beta reading one of my other books. She has masses of glowing reviews, so hopefully will do a good job.

I hope she does, for I need all the feedback I can get, especially with this new book coming out soon.

 

This week’s Rant

I may have mentioned this before, but I love going through my emails. Some people find this a chore, but to me, they are a wealth of interesting posts and valuable information on some fascinating subjects. Twice a day, (yes, we get that many) I get to explore, discover and enjoy so many delights.

BUT… because BT has recently tinkered (updated) the way we get them, what was once a joy, is now a bloody nightmare!

It refuses to obey me, argues with me and then freezes, so I end up switching to my laptop just to keep my sanity. BT made the mistake of asking what I thought of their improvements this morning, so I let them have my opinion, both bloody barrels!

And a word to the wise, I hear that Twitter is planning an update too!

watermark xjj

 

 

Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge… #Double Etheree #Poetry

Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge

Colleen is not yet back in circulation, but we post this double etheree in her honour!

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old

magic

spells I found

hocus pocus

written in red ink

by foolish minds in need

from dark fancy born at night

dreams gone wrong by wish for power

time guards all sorcery that it owns

your mind alone  will never write the spell

your own illusion brings you back to hell

your spell was written with crooked pen

the devil waits to call you in

the wish made while heart was black

returns, a tenfold smack

forgive your mistake

make one right wish

for your life

to turn

back.

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Words… #Poetry

 

 

Dip your pen in blood red ink

Write your life how you think

Choose well your words

For they have value, most of all weight

Some will sink while others float

Discard those that stick in your throat

Your task to choose, between heart and head

My advice is a blend of two

It rarely done, yet results are true

When troubles come, write them out

Check your mistakes don’t repeat again

Your life will be as told by blood red ink…

AAAAA

Roam…

 

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Roam

Ancient Rome echoes across our land

Wherever you go, she is there before you

Stone brick walls split the land in two

Still standing proud

Soldier’s voices whisper in Latin tongue

Can still be heard

They are here to change our ways of old

Fill our minds with Gods they know

With ancient wode, we will send them back

This land is ours, each brook and track

We failed in flight to set their feet alight

They are here to stay a good long while

Some returned while others remain

They have had their day

Our ways have changed, we have learned a lot

Boudicca’s fight burned through the land

We must rebuild where Roman villas stand

Tourists come to walk alongside the wall

To the hear the echo of long lost calls

It was there I hear all roads lead back to Rome

Bridges built in span of time

I am grateful for the water that still flows

Along viaducts, roman baths, warm waters soothe

How did we cope before they came?

We are bound together by ancient time…

AAAAA