The universe has many ways of speaking to us, messages from strange realms. I have heard that finding a feather means an angel is passing overhead.
I often find a lone feather in my yard.
Today, for the first time, I found a pair of white feathers.
Angel wings was my first thought.
I went out and measured them, why I don’t know, and they were three inches. Then I didn’t want them to be blown away, so I placed them on one of Jaye’s bonsai.
After sending Jaye out in the rain to take the second photo, I sat wondering what these tiny wings might signify.
I don’t like puzzles, so not so good at figuring out what they might mean, if anything. It made me think of the song, the day the music died.
Did an angel die, leaving her wings in my yard?
In the last few months, after what seemed like a lifetime of inertia, the world has begun to change and not just because of Christmas and the approaching new year and century. Our world seems to be changing both politically and socially.
I think we have been doing some changing too, and not entirely for the best. We seem far more tired than I can ever remember being, and I’m sure it has nothing to do with our ages.
At this time of year, we are usually talking about the new year and what we might expect or plan to do with it, but honestly, for once we cannot be asked.
Since we began blogging in 2012, our followers and stats have grown rather well considering how much there was to learn. However, I have the feeling we won’t progress any further until we find new areas and ideas to develop. We also need to figure out what else we need to know, for although we have done well in some areas, we haven’t sold a huge amount of books, and worse than that, the writing has ground to a halt.
Maybe our goal for 2020 should be to stop worrying, slow down a bit and smell the roses?
I usually feel sad on New Year’s Eve, but I have a feeling I won’t this year, for it has been a right old mixed bag of pain, frustration and depression, with hardly any good bits!
I normally open all the doors when Big Ben chimes at midnight, to allow the old year to limp away. Tonight I will be sorely tempted to help it on its way with my foot!
Come on in 2020 and show us all a little more peace and joy, pretty please?
This morning Jaye asked me how I come up with the words and poems for some of the prompts we do, as she is convinced she couldn’t do this quite as well herself. I dispute this.
I am not good with questions, they normally have me running for the hills.
That inner part of me belongs to me, I don’t like to spill it.
One of my many muses prompted an answer.
First, I think of something.
It could be a word overheard on tv, something I have read, the words of a song.
Whatever it is, one of my muses will jump in, I assume because they liked the thoughts in my head at the time. Then we work hand in hand.
I know the difference when I try to write without one of them. It’s mostly rubbish.
Thank God for outside help, or I would be very bored.
It’s as simple as that…
Jill Hayes discovers that not all is as it seems in her new post as a college examinations administrator. When she turns whistle-blower and tries to report her findings to the authorities, she is horrified to discover that some people will stop at nothing to ensure her silence.
Starting a new job is always fraught with tension, you worry whether you will be liked, and more importantly, are you able to convince them of your competence?
Jill Hayes is met with total disdain from her new superior, so when she questions something that doesn’t seem right, she is met with hostility on many levels.
If you discover something is wrong, could you be a whistle-blower, or would you hope that someone else would do it instead?
This story has it all, corruption and greed, and an interesting cast of fascinating and true to life characters. Although Examining Kitchen Cupboards is a work of fiction at its finest, you could be forgiven for thinking it seems far too real to be comfortable, and I’m sure some of it must be based on fact, which of course, makes it all the more chilling…
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From her Mind
I have in my many years seen shit float
Heard it speak many languages
So the other day I was surprised
When my granddaughter asked
“Nana, if the moon takes light from the sun
Does she cry tears of gold?”
I was taken back by this for a moment
Unsure how to answer
“I believe the moon has shed tears of many colours
Over the millions of years, she has sailed across our sky.”
She seemed content with my answer.
Aged six, I wondered where her thoughts came from
She carried on with her painting
Later, I placed her small picture on my fridge
The full moon in a dark sky, below, the land
a strange quilt of many colours
A twisted kaleidoscope
As I looked at it, I wondered
What kind of adult she will become…?
It had to had to happen, I suppose…
This weeks Journal will not be about my new book release, for I have waxed lyrical about Silent PayBack for what seems like a lifetime. (although, it does seem to be doing rather well, so thank you for all of your support!)
It won’t be about gardening or my bonsai either, because the constant rain has kept me indoors. I dread to think what will happen if it doesn’t stop raining soon. I will probably need an army of machete wielding volunteers to bring what is probably a jungle by now, back under control.
Seeking some new and interesting topics, I found this interesting article about the founder of the internet, Professor Leonard Kleinrock, while browsing Quora for interesting things to write about.
This Professor Kleinrock created the internet on 29th October 1969, and on this monumental anniversary, he has been having second thoughts.
He says that in the beginning, he was thinking about people talking to computers, not people talking to people… and that as engineers, they were not thinking in terms of nasty people behaviour…
I am puzzled by how long it took to come to this conclusion!
So, a New Connection Lab has been formed to welcome research into how to stop online evils, using something called Block Chain Technology, which sounds too much like tinkering with people and their reputations to me.
Apparently, this genius has discovered that this nastiness is far more than John X being nasty to Peter X. It’s nation against nation, and organised crime doing ‘big bad things.’
He says he doesn’t want to throw the baby out with the bath water, but do they really know what they are doing, or what the consequences will be down the line, any more than they did nearly fifty years ago?
Or are we heading for an internet like they have in China?
I wonder what else I can find on Quora?
Thank you for reading – please feel free to comment or share –
best wishes – Anita & Jaye
Does anyone really enjoy promoting their work?
At the beginning of the week I managed to bite the bullet and bravely announce the launch of my latest masterpiece, Silent PayBack. I asked for help from our writing/reading community and was very surprised by the immediate response that almost overwhelmed me.
Like a lot of authors, I am not fond of all the trumpet blowing that you need to do to send your brainchildren out into the world. It usually comes as a great surprise to many writers to discover we prefer the peace and solitude of our writing caves, rather than the noisy, complicated world of publishing and promotion.
In the real world, parents send their offspring into the world to find their own way, confident they have equipped them with everything they will ever need to make a success of their lives. You see them turn away to return to the now empty nest, trying not to feel sad that this stage of their lives is over.
Writing a book is not like this.
We cannot simply stand at the door and wave goodbye, confident we have done all we can. We must go with our creation, often equipped with a virtual crowbar to prise open all those tightly closed doors!
This week, I am floundering around like a ship with no rudder. I stumble from one problem to another, making to do lists like there will be no tomorrow. If I do manage to achieve anything, it seems to happen by magic and not by intent.
I have done book tours before, with moderate success but always with the same low level of confidence, probably due to my lack of know how.
This time, however, I have tried to learn more about the process, in order to make it easier and ensure more book sales.
But between you and me, I cannot wait until I can retreat into my cave and pick up my favourite writing pen again!
Huge thanks for everyone who has offered to help with the launch, and all those who have grabbed a copy at the Pre-sale on Amazon.
A bargain at just .99p or $.99 for one more week!
Amazon UK: amzn.to/2p4xxzg
Amazon US: amzn.to/2LXHgjO
Has it happened
Or yet to happen
Whose hand has written fate
Does it belong to your soul?
Did your life begin far too soon?
Did thoughts of a life lived cling like claws
Or were you never really here at all?