Time

I don’t know where it went.

Do you?

If found, please return any unused time to me.

“Time is an illusion. Lunchtime doubly so.” Douglas Adams

A lot has happened since I last posted on here.

A large percentage of the great British public came out in a show of complete apathy by not voting at all in the general election. More people didn’t vote than voted Conservative!

Do these people really not give a shit?

Whatever happens over the next five years they have absolutely no right to complain. If they can’t be bothered to make their voices heard, why should anyone listen to them when they start to moan?

“Ticking away, the moments that make a dull day.” Pink Floyd

No dull days for me. Three kids birthdays since the new year. 8, 6 and 1, and a fourth next month, 4.

I’ve taken up archery with Southsea Archery Club. http://www.southseaarcheryclub.com/home.html

If you’re in Portsmouth and want to give it a try their beginner course is just the thing.

“Hickory dickory dock, the mouse ran up the clock.” traditional

I’ve had three short stories accepted for two anthology volumes.

More on those as they appear.

“Time is a drug. Too much of it kills you.” Terry Pratchett

And we lost Terry. There were tears when I heard that he’d gone.

Anyone who had ever shared a moment in his company must have felt a twinge in their heart that this great writer, this great human being had left early to avoid the rush.

I had the pleasure of spending a few hours alongside him at a signing one day.

He was mid ‘Small Gods’ tour and was having to rely on frozen peas to sooth his swollen wrist. That’s how much signing he’d done already.

I had been stuck on a till to grab the cash before anyone got their book signed. The idiot management had placed the till on the table he was signing on. Every time I did something, the table wobbled and shook. I apologised, and he responded loudly that it wasn’t my fault. That the money grabbing management were to blame. The next few hours were balancing act between him signing and me working the till.

I watched him work bloody hard that day. Hundreds and hundreds of people turned up to meet him and I watched him talk to every one of them.

Neil Gaiman recently said Terry was angry, that that’s what fuelled him. He was certainly grumpy that day! But polite all the time with his fans. He really did appreciate every single one of them.

He was a great man and he is sorely missed.

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Mediocre Failures

The education system in this country is going downhill more rapidly than before. Unfortunately many parents believe they have no options when it comes to education and just go along with a system imposed by Oxbridge graduates who have inherited their position and wealth.
These morons have no sense of who they are supposed to represent. They say they care and try to produce statistics to show it, but children are not statistics, they are individual people with individual needs. And their needs are not being met.
It’s happening across the board in all public service departments, not just education. But by controlling and labelling children almost from birth as ‘failures’, as someone who ‘will not do well’, as someone who ‘doesn’t fit in’, as a ‘problem’, this government and it’s predecessors have ensured a generation of people who do not question the status quo because they feel they can’t change anything, that their voices really don’t matter, while those in power have ground out a favourable position for themselves and their friends on the backs of this county’s future.
The surge towards smaller parties recently is a good thing, but how many people at the end of the day will vote for them. How many will vote for one big party just so the others don’t get in.
This May vote with your hearts, vote for what you believe in, whatever it may be, and maybe we’ll start to see a change for the better in this county’s politics.
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Disappointed Idealist

My children are adopted. They were adopted at the ages of three, four and six. As with nearly all children adopted in this country over the last couple of decades, this means that their early life experiences were pretty terrible. As each was born, their collective experience of life became more damaging, as their circumstances worsened. So the eldest is least affected as her first years were perhaps less difficult experiences, while the youngest is most affected, as her entire first two years of life were appalling. I’m not going to go into detail here about their specific early life experiences, but if you want to read up on the sort of effects which can result from serious neglect or abuse, then you could read this .

Why am I writing this ? Especially now after midnight in the middle of the Easter holidays ? It’s because I’m so angry I…

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The Fear (Or How I Can’t Stop Worrying and Love Publishing)

She’s done it again.
Looking forward to this new book from the friendly, neighbourhood fruitcake!

Anxiety about the book equates to caring about it which equates to it being worthwhile which equates to it being bloody good!

Yes, Claire, I’m talking to you!

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It’s that time, folks.

Time for a new book.

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(With any luck, a couple of people reading this might be feeling something that approximates this)

And with it, comes dun dun duuuuuuuun… THE FEAR

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This is me. Second book jitters have now bedded in, and the thought of letting this new book out to gambol amongst the daffodils is making me feel rather ill. Mainly because if you looked up a definition of ‘Neurotic’ in the dictionary, you’d find a picture of me (or at least a cartoon of me, because I don’t like having my photo taken… which makes me sound *even more neurotic*, if that was ever possible), but also because Second Book Syndrome is a Thing and whilst I ended up enjoying writing it enormously (come on, it has lake monster legends AND occult weirdiness AND life is pointless, so why bother in it… seriously, it’s one…

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Battling the Black Dog

I’ve suffered with depression to one degree or another for some years now.

Probably more than I’d care to admit.

The last couple of years have been particularly hard and have put a strain on all aspects of my life.

The Black Dog has loomed large over everything I’ve done and has not been a benevolent observer.

The support and understanding of my cherished and much loved partner, and the kindness of a few close friends, has helped me work through it. As have the drugs and therapy!

Coming to the end of 2014 I feel more able to cope with the darkness that still tries to push its way into my life, more able to push back – hard – and let the light in.

Bad moods and anger are slowly fading; at least I feel they are. I may check on that. (I’ve been told yes).

We are six in total, my family and I, and with that comes a lot of love and fun and laughter, lots of hugs and snuggles, toys to play with, stories to tell, places to explore and so much to learn!

My imagination and enthusiasm are fired up for the New Year.

My 2015 is going to be amazing!

I hope yours is too.

Yesterday and Today

On my way to work yesterday morning, detouring to a supermarket for supplies, I passed a charity shop. In the doorway were several bags which at first glance seemed to be a donation left out of hours, even though a sign asks people not to do this.

As I glanced down at them I realised one of the bags was a sleeping bag with someone inside. I paused, took a couple of steps whilst checking my pocket for change. Not much there. Another pause then I opened my wallet and took out £5. I had found £20 a few days before and this was the remains of my good fortune.

Laying my hand on the mans shoulder I gently roused him and asked if he was OK before proffering the fiver.
His first words were ‘Are you sure?’ followed by ‘Yeah, I’m OK. Thanks’.

He told me he’d be moving on in a few minutes. I think in his sleepy state he thought I worked at the shop and wanted him to clear the doorway. After wishing him well I continued my journey.

For a few minutes I felt good. I had given some money to someone in need. I had passed on some of my lucky find to another person. Then I felt sad for his situation and then angry that this is still happening in our society.

Looking back I wonder how many others took the time to stop and check on a fellow human being or at least to pass on a little kindness.

And how many times have I passed by with barely a glance?

Stopping to talk and passing on some good fortune is a simple way to make someone else’s life a little easier, even just for a little while.

This morning I called in at a corner shop. A man and his young son were ahead of me at the counter.

On getting his change the man queried it. Not because he thought it wasn’t enough but because he thought it was too much. He insisted on his transaction being double checked to ensure everything had been paid for and, even when it had been confirmed as right, he still insisted that if they were £4 short at the end of the day he’d owe it to them.

It was nice to see some honesty towards a small, local business.

We’re all in this life together and if we can all be a little nicer to each other and show some kindness to one another it can be much better for all of us.

And it costs nothing.

Eating chocolate = Creativity

That’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it.

Another short story submitted in August. Fingers crossed….

I have come to realise that ‘Legacy’ will not reach novel length. I can’t see any way to make it longer without unnecessary padding.

On the plus side I’m more likely to have a fully finished first draft before the end of the year.

Just before writing this I opened a notebook and found four more pages of notes for ‘Legacy’ that I haven’t used yet.

Time to review and compile the unused and extra notes before reading and re-writing/editing.

Again.

Oh well….

Be excellent to each other…