Category: life as an author
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An Afternoon with Jaye…
I mentioned Scrivener the other day, and that must have triggered something in my brain. MS Word was still playing silly buggers, they have changed everything, making it very difficult to do anything. I have tried to learn Scrivener in the past, and although the basics were easy, I never managed to become adept. I…
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Pink or Blue?
Recently spotted in my overgrown jungle… Only this time last year it was blue! This hydrangea is a new addition to our garden, back when I took better care of everything. It was such a pretty blue. Don’t get me wrong, pink is a lovely colour too. I have been reading about how you can…
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Coping with a Sea Change…
I seem to have spent my life having to change. So many times, due to ever changing circumstances, have caused me to rethink who I am, and how I want to be in the future. As much as I am used to making these changes, this past year has been something else. I have had…
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Busy Writing…
This hot weather has been making life unbearable, but I have found a cool spot in my office and have been writing my socks off! Anita loves football, and has been glued to the TV, watching every match. I like a good match, but it is so hot in the front room. Five minutes in…
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Can two wrongs make a right?
I was thinking back to when I started writing Swan Song, my latest detective mystery, and how it was supposed to answer all the questions I had at the time. That by sorting out the problems my detective, David Snow had, I would probably sort my own. We were both fast approaching our own swan…
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A heatwave and a load of viruses…
More ups and downs yesterday, but nothing disastrous. At least, I didn’t think so until late in the afternoon when we were attacked. Something called Mcafee rushed to tell me we had just been attacked by seven viruses. One phone call to Eset, our security system, soon sorted that out. This was after a very…
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A Ghost from the Past…
While I was watching Comic Relief on TV a while back, I found myself coming face to face with myself.. A young girl was remembering her past, and as I listened, it was as though it was me talking. She described my childhood so well that I had to choke back the tears. I remembered…
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For the want of a brain that works…
I think I belong in OZ, as I am sure I need a new brain, just like the scarecrow. I am probably beginning to walk like him too. I can still think, but so many things get in the way, and not just ordinary things. Like housework or cooking lunch for my family. Indescribable things,…
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My Jungle…
Lately, every time I go out doors, the extent of fresh growth every where I look is becoming overwhelming. All the rain we have had lately has triggered an immense growth spurt. All of my bonsai are almost unrecognisable, and the garden is a jungle. I feel so helpless, looking at it all, knowing there…