Jaye’s Journal …

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Every now and then, we get a wake-up call, a wonderful moment when a magic light bulb illuminates an area in our brain. This usually heralds a brilliant idea, something groundbreaking or so incredibly sensible, you wonder why it took so long to surface.

Then there are the other kind. The ones accompanied by that awful stomach churning, as you realise how stupid you are or have been.

Today, I had one of these, and it has done absolutely nothing good to my self-confidence. I was rechecking the enormous pile of helpful notes (I use this term advisedly) when the realisation hit me between the eyes.

We make all these lists of things to do, things to remember or try. Then we get a sense of achievement when we actually cross something off. Today, it was brought home to me, just how stupid that is.

I had been watching a trailer someone had made using a company called Animoto. That name rang a bell, but the memory didn’t follow on. Had  I already checked them out? And if  I did, what did I find?

Those of you with fantastic memories will not need the advice I am about to share, but I suspect quite a few of you, like me, will find it useful.

When we read something that needs checking out, we should have a place to record our findings. Either a page in a notebook or an index card in our follow up box. Write a simple assessment, was it good/rubbish/too expensive/unsuitable…and if you logged on to the site, record the URL and your password.

I have no idea why this has never occurred to me before, as I seem to spend my life revisiting sites, only to realise I had been there before. It will be so helpful to be able to see at a glance all the info.

Just think of the time saved!

#Keepitalive #Whatdoyousee #Poetry

What do you see # 29 – 11 May 2020

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Image credit: Pixabay- Alexas Photos

( For visually challenged reader, the image shows for tiny snow men like figures in different poses. All looking very cute!)

 

No Snow

I do not know where these

four snow gnomes came from

They appeared overnight in my garden

Snow has been forecast,

yet not one flake has fallen

Did they drop fully formed from a cloud?

A cosmic April joke.

Cheeky, merry looking,

I half expect them to dance around my garden

Venturing out to touch them,

to confirm what my eyes see.

I could swear the first one laughed

As if my touch tickled

As I touched each in turn, I had a feeling

They were made of something alive

More than frozen water

Where could they have come from?

Will they melt, leaving a puddle on my lawn?

Somehow, I think not

There is magic in the air…

©anitadawes 2020

Jaye’s Journal… Progress Report!

 

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Progress Report

 

Just when I was beginning to think I wouldn’t be doing anything creative this year, there has been a breakthrough.

It was bad enough before Covid19 but since it arrived, I have been floundering.

I am used to feeling like a ship without a rudder, indeed, I have done some of my best work like that, but this was different. There was no ship, never mind a rudder, no get up and go or even much of a guilt trip about my non-activity.

There was so much I wanted to do this year and it wasn’t really my fault that so much has happened to derail me. Malfunctions of every kind, postponements galore and then along came lockdown.

I would normally have loved an excuse to hole up like a hermit, as I love being on my own. Quite a different thing to be banned from going out and it has really been getting my goat.

I tried to reason with myself, even tried bribing but I wasn’t buying it.

Then something must have happened.

I have no idea what, but my brain started working. I mean, it was cooperating like crazy and before I knew it, I was in my working clothes and sawing wood like a crazy person.

Replacing the old bonsai shelves is underway, and that’s not all…

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One done…

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As you can see, not before time…

I have also been editing the last few chapters of Anita’s new book.

Picked up a book I have been dying to read, Himself by Jess Kidd and am enjoying reading it.

While all this was going on, I managed to get a priority slot with Tesco, so starving is now on hold, at least for now.

I have finally been working on the storyboard for my new WIP, for my detective, David Snow, has won the battle for his sequel to Out of Time. I had the feeling he would.

So, I seem to be firing on all cylinders now and hope it lasts, for I am enjoying being back to my old self. Figuratively speaking, of course…

 

 

Memories…

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Memories

 

This lockdown has made me think of all those days in the past, days of fun and freedom.

Days where I daydreamed so much more than I do now.

But this was a strange memory, from a time of great uncertainty, a painful time when fate had dealt us a blow that we would all need time to recover from.

Due to those unfortunate circumstances, we came to rest in a static caravan in the south of England. We didn’t have any money and couldn’t imagine life getting any better, not in our lifetime anyway.

But the peaceful countryside began to work a miracle and before too long, we relaxed and began to enjoy our retreat.

We were surrounded by green fields and visited by sheep, deer and invisible but rather noisy wildlife, but on one magical sunny day, something happened.

I was pottering in the little garden that surrounded the caravan, when I heard what sounded like a rather large creature breathing heavily.

The sound was loud and filled the air, but what was making it?

My mind conjured up images of a magical dragon, and I searched the sky, only to be disappointed. The breathing seemed to be getting much louder and faster. The excitement was overwhelming.

Something made me turn around and coming straight at me was this huge brightly coloured hot air balloon.

I had never been this close to one before, usually, they were too high in the sky to see properly.

This one was so low, low enough to touch the roof of the caravan. I watched, mesmerised, as the enormous balloon skimmed over the top of the caravan and slowly came to land in the field in front of me.

In my mind’s eye, the dragon had been wounded, crashed to earth. Deflated, it lay strewn over the grass like a pile of coloured rags…

I didn’t own a camera back then, but I found a video on Youtube so you can picture what I was seeing.  (kinda backwards, if you know what I mean!

 

What the …

You won’t guess what this photograph is…

I desperately need a new camera, for its absolute crap at taking night photos…

But I tried to capture it anyway, and although it’s terrible, it did make me laugh!

 

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terrible image by Jaye Marie

This is the view from our front door, and the white light is the street lamp.

Drum roll please…  the orange light is…   THE MOON …

To say I was disappointed would be putting it mildly, but compared to what is going on at the moment, nothing to speak of really…

Hoping everyone is keeping chins and spirits up… difficult, I know, but one day we will laugh about it. (at least I have been told that we will)

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#Flash Fiction Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community… #Poetry

April 2: Flash Fiction Challenge

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99 words, no more, no less. It’s a simple constraint, an easy-to-master literary art form, and a powerful writing tool for creatives and entrepreneurs. Writers calibrate the usefulness and beauty of 99-words through weekly flash fiction challenges.

April 2, 2020, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that includes pizza. It can be an original pizza pie (or slice) or something pizza-like. Go where the prompt leads!

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No food in the shops

The cupboards are bare

My children are hungry

There is nothing to share

My stomach is rumbling

I try racking my brains

What on earth can we do while

All our energy drains?

A meat pie sounds great

A roast dinner would be better

I am being haunted by food

buttered toast would be kind

but pizza would be good

I can see it now, my mouth waters

I can smell the delicious aroma

of tomato, ham and cheese

A joy to my heart, my stomach too

Will someone bring me a pizza please?

©Jaye Marie 2020