#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…

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#Wordle 402 #Poetry

 

 

The River

It was the view from the window

That made me fly from the city to settle here.

I could float here all day

let my small boat drift off where it will

I hear the river sigh, sing a song long remembered

A declaration of love

I am here when you need me

I sense the peace afforded, the charm of letting go

Crows line the treetops

I am reminded that the river also brings death to those

Who don’t respect its ways

When the season is right, it will push back on itself

The tidal bore, a strange sight

A wall of blue water running backwards

As if it is collecting something forgotten

As I glide through the river shallows

I am reminded of where we came from

We are the light that glows above

Holding all together as brothers

We are fallen diamonds

We are stardust...

AAAAA

 

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…

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!

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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

Returning Life…

 

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Returning Life

What would you do if you found a message

In the talcum powder, you spilt by the bathroom sink

I live alone, and unless I am walking in my sleep

I cannot explain how the words, ‘help me’ written in the powder

I should have cleaned before I went to bed

I didn’t know who, or how to help

All day, I kept thinking, what kind of help do they need?

Next night I left powder by the sink, hoping they would say more

Early sunlight dragged me from my bed

I read the message, ‘Help me, I am not complete…’

Looking at my reflection in the mirror

Watching it fade to nothing

The last thing I heard was myself screaming

‘I am here, don’t take me back.

 Let me stay, I almost made it…’

AAAAA

#Writephoto ~ Shade #Poetry

Thursday photo prompt: Shade #writephoto

 

 

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Twilight

I felt as though I walked in a dream,

The air, soft, silk against my skin

The shade afforded me by the woods welcomed me in

The heat of the sun no longer at my back

Leaves dancing to music only they could hear

I slowed my pace, hoping not to miss the spot

Where miracles are made beside an empty grave

It’s lid missing, moss-grown edges

When I find it, I will set up camp, wait for the lady

Dressed in twilight who kneels beside the hollow grave

Small trinkets lay within thanking the lady for the dream,

The wish that came from tokens given

My mind was not ready for the vision before me

She was the embodiment of twilight, that something in between

She knelt beside the hollow grave, her hand gentle on the mossy edge

Her head bowed, not in prayer

I felt her sadness, the want of her loss, her deep longing

To be reunited with the love that is no longer there

Her beauty, her sorrow moved my feet towards her

Like a sudden gust of wind, she vanished

I knelt there, taking my silver medallion of St Jude

From my keyring and placed it inside the hollow space

It was sometime later when I heard that

The lady of twilight was never seen there again…

AAAAA

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Loves Dreaming… #Poetry

 

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Loves Dreaming

 

When the lights go out, whose arms hold you in sweet embrace?

Do they feel like your partners? Don’t turn until morning

It could be loves dark memory from repeated dreaming

Does his breath on the back of your neck set your heart racing?

Do you long to turn, touch his lips to your own waiting desire?

Whose face will you find on the pillow beside you?

Which one of your lovers will make you turn, reach out in ecstasy?

Who wins the racing beat of your heart?

AAAAA