Is There Any More?

 

 

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I have been told that thinking is a dangerous thing to do at my age.  It is possibly a dangerous thing to do at any age, if you think about it, for who knows where it may lead?

But I quite like thinking, and all the things that trigger it off. Like books and pictures for instance. What I could do with is some method of retaining said thoughts, as they usually evaporate like so much smoke, never to be seen again. I make notes on everything in a vain hope of remembering all the good stuff, and it works some of the time.

Then I am told ‘what do you expect, at your age?’

But this is the difficult part. My mind does not feel old, even though it seems to have more holes in it than my favourite cheese, and when I see or read something that stirs my imagination, I am back in my prime, having a sneaky feeling that this is not all there is for me.

Some of the time I must admit that I really don’t want any more, I am too tired to even consider the possibility. But then there are the other days– days when you forget just how old, and how stiff you are. That you find it difficult just going to the shops and back.
Days when you choose to ignore the sands of time slipping through your fingers and find yourself considering the most amazing possibilities.

Of course, this may be what happens as you approach old age. I don’t know, I have no experience or knowledge of it, not having done it before.

But if you can think, you can dream. And if you can dream I believe you can do anything… at any age!

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Is There Any More?

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I have been told that thinking is a dangerous thing to do at my age. It is possibly a dangerous thing to do at any age, if you think about it, for who knows where it may lead?

But I quite like thinking, and all the things that trigger it off. Like books and pictures for instance. What I could do with is some method of retaining said thoughts, as they usually evaporate like so much smoke, never to be seen again. I make notes on everything in a vain hope of remembering all the good stuff, and it works some of the time.

Then I am told ‘what do you expect, at your age?’

But this is the difficult part. My mind does not feel old, even though it seems to have more holes in it than my favourite cheese, and when I see or read something that stirs my imagination, I am back in my prime, having a sneaky feeling that this is not all there is for me.

Some of the time I must admit that I really don’t want any more, I am too tired to even consider the possibility. But then there are the other days– days when you forget just how old, and how stiff you are. That you find it difficult just going to the shops and back.
Days when you choose to ignore the sands of time slipping through your fingers and find yourself considering the most amazing possibilities.

Of course, this may be what happens as you approach old age. I don’t know, I have no experience or knowledge of it, not having done it before.
But if you can think, you can dream. And if you can dream I believe you can do anything… at any age!

Who Needs Football?

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I have been doing a lot of thinking this week (as opposed to what, you might be thinking) yes I know, but I think my brain has finally reached its tipping point. Since we began this journey into the weird and wonderful world of electronic publishing, my poor little brain has been tortured by an avalanche of information, much of it incomprehensible I’m afraid.
I have tried my utmost to assimilate what I thought (and was told) was absolutely necessary to be successful in this new digital publishing world. You know what I mean… you have to have a good and interesting blog to attract what they call ‘content marketting’. You must be on Facebook, Twitter ect… the list goes on and on.
Well, I have tried to do most of those things, but it doesn’t help to discover you might be using the wrong website provider… and that Facebook keeps changing the rules (which I didn’t understand the first time) and there was always that other sneaking doubt, you know, the ‘I might not be good enough anyway’ one. Which, lets face it, is probably the real reason this website doesn’t attract many visitors, and Anita’s books are not flying off the shelves.

So I was gazing out of my window to where all my bonsai live on their shelves, hoping for some divine inspiration, when I noticed something odd. I had to go and have a look, for my eyesite is not what it was and I sometimes see things that are not there. But not that time. It was real and I had to take a photograph to prove it. On the shelf, nestled between a pine tree and a Ginko, I had placed this huge pine cone that we found in a forest. It must be about six inches long and it really does tell you about the weather. It closes up tight when it rains and opens wide when the sun comes out.

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But what was special that day (as you can see in the photo above) was the fact that tiny mushrooms had sprouted from inside it. Don’t ask me how… it just has. I think it is magical, and it got me to thinking differently about a lot of things.

Maybe I was trying too hard on all the wrong stuff. Because one of the things that has started to annoy me big time, was the fact that what with all this networking, blogging and searching, there seemed to be precious little time left for what is really important…writing. And as hard as I tried, I couldn’t squeeze everything in. It was simply impossible.

Don’t forget, I am still knew to the writing side of this business and I know there is much to learn about the craft. But I won’t learn it properly if there is no time left to do it, will I?

So I have made a monumental decision. I will keep this blog going because I really do enjoy doing it, but I will stop worrying about it. But I am afraid the rest of it will have to take a back seat for now because I have a book to finish (and I am enjoying that too!)

I have it on good authority, that what you really need to be successful, is to produce brilliant books, so that is what we are going to do…