Faux Pas of the Week!

I wanted to do so much yesterday. My head was buzzing with enthusiasm, eager to get started.

So why I found myself knee-deep in my store of images, defies logic. This is something I have long been meaning to do, but sorting all of them will probably take another lifetime. I just wanted to put Anita’s poems in one folder, and this would take minutes.

This wasn’t on my list and could have waited for another day, but something made me want to do it, and I saw no harm in what should have been a quick job.

I have never been brilliant at copying and pasting, but I don’t know a better way of doing it. All was going well when the PC suddenly decided to be awkward. It allowed me to group copy several poems but wouldn’t paste them.

I persevered, wanting to finish the job and move on when the highlighted images and the waiting folder simply vanished.

I stared at the screen, wondering what kind of game it was playing this time. My heart was in my stomach, fearing the worst and I couldn’t figure out my next move.

I didn’t know whether to be upset or angry, so I did neither. I put the matter out of my mind and moved to another job, secretly hoping that didn’t vanish too.

The rest of the day passed uneventfully, thank God.

This morning, I was determined to have a good look, to see if I could find the missing folder at least, as I could probably find the poems online if necessary.

I looked everywhere. In the downloads, documents, Word, and a host of likely folders, with no luck.

Then, that small voice in my head suggested the recycle bin.

And that’s where they were, all of them…

I was hoping for a better day today, but Anita has just mentioned that the TV is playing up again!

Blackbird ~ Wordle 557 ~ #Poetry

Image by carabito from Pixabay

Blackbird, take me with you
High above the earth
Where I can search for a woman
Out of time, her ashes, 
windblown across the ocean
She has taken my heart
I need it back
I have one creed to live by 
That love survives
In a world where the meek tremble
It seems to me
Life with a broken heart is hard
I will find her in another’s eyes
She will live again
Love will mend a broken heart…

©AnitaDawes2022

In the End… #Meme

And looking at those raindrops, the temperature is set to drop later today, and we might get some rain!

Macro Monday… #A Brand New Week!

Image by FelixMittermeier from Pixabay

Summer seems to have arrived here in the south of England.

Blue skies and sunshine, with a warm breeze, but a heatwave forecast at the end of the week!

The ripples in today’s image reminded me of last week’s frustrations, hoping that is all that remains of them as we begin a new and (hopefully) better week.

Last week, we had an inspection scheduled for Wednesday, which meant there was a lot of housework to catch up on. So far, so good, everything under control. The housework needed doing anyway.

Then everything came apart at the seams. The inspection was cancelled, our broadband malfunctioned, driving me batty. Add to the list a possible health worry for me and we had had enough.

I wasn’t happy that we weren’t coping very well with these quite small problems. They were all fixable and normally we would have taken it all in our stride. A peaceful weekend was needed, and luckily that’s what we got.

Two whole days of reading, writing and relaxing definitely removed the remains of the ripples!

Here’s hoping for a good week for all of us!

A Weird Week…

Impossible, that’s Anita’s poem today, and that word sums up the week we have just had.

We are used to crazy and can tolerate a little madness (in short doses), but we haven’t seen weird around here for quite a while. We are exhausted, both mentally and physically, so will need a quiet weekend to process everything. (in other words, shove everything back into the right boxes!)

Wishing everyone a lovely peaceful weekend too, and we will be back on Monday!

Does anyone fancy a paddle?

Impossible… #Poetry

Image by Alexas_Fotos from Pixabay
Paper roses
Red running blood
Every petal a broken heart
Hell is where love cannot enter
Impossible marches away
Silence that hurts, nailed on a blackboard
Turning day into night
Open doors wait
Run, do not enter
Inside the
Carrion crows wait to pick…

©AnitaDawes2022

Almost is Such a Weird Word…

Image by Irina_kukuts from Pixabay

A writer’s life is not what I thought it would be in the beginning.

Maybe years ago, it was what I imagined, but in these digital times, it has changed so radically from that idyllic, if rather a romantic, notion of what being a writer would be like.

These days, we all wear so many different hats, it’s a wonder we get around to writing anything.

What with the constant struggle to write interesting posts, review all the books we read; trying to find new and practical promotional ideas.

Not to mention all the thinking, worrying, emails and planning, there are not enough hours in the day!

So when I read about organising my life better, my interest was aroused! In this POST, the author recommends assigning different days for specific jobs and not deviating from this agenda. I thought this could work, but not sure about using an alarm clock to keep me on track!

I have long attempted to devise a routine that would help me to get more done, but the harder I try, the more complicated it seems to be and the slower I seem to get.

I have always had a problem with rules and restrictions. Or instead, fate seems to have on my behalf. The minute I decide on a certain idea, timetable or schedule, you can just bet something, or someone will come along and wreck it!

I try to be more productive, especially with my writing, and one of the ways I have found that actually works is to try and write 1000 words every day. As I am up long before anyone else in my family, I usually manage this easily, so in one area, at least, I have it covered. As for everything else, I have almost given up hope as I cannot find a solution that works. I have almost concluded that it may not be possible to go much further, and it might be sensible to stop trying.

Almost is such a weird word, isn’t it?