Life

What rules do you follow?

Do you have a code of conduct?

Do you wave at strangers just to make them smile?

I do. And most wave back. I smile when I can.

I am as kind as possible, in fact most class it as one of my faults. I trust too fast and fall hard when people let me down. I can be over-exuberant and sometimes hurtful because of it. It is never intentional. You see I am driven by a need to be liked, which means that I can sometimes seem over the top. But at the same time I am also fear others.

I worry that I will get hurt. So every time I trust I have to climb a mountain over the problem. Most don’t notice. It is all done in a second, that pause before I smile and start talking. Do I appear distant? Well, maybe I am just not sure of myself, maybe I am lacking in confidence. Meet me on a day I am happy and all is right with the world, I will be more ‘normal’.

So, no matter what, I live by the code of not knowingly hurting people. I try to make others lives easier if I can. Of course, that can mean I end up doing more work than I ought. Still I wouldn’t change me.

Lately though I’ve also had to include a new rule – to say no.

It’s a tough one. I don’t do it unless I can help it. But I have to now. What with my nut allergy I have to say no. But it is hard, especially with cakes. I love cake. Now I don’t get a lot of cake unless I’ve made it. I miss cake.

This rather rambling post was inspired by the daily prompt – I walk the line.

Soul Mates

I know something is missing

A hole, a nothing

It ought to be something

But nothing works.

I tried chocolate

but it only filled my waistband.

I went on to cake,

Same happened, a size up.

I signed onto a date site,

looking for friendship, maybe more.

No joy, except someone looking for

easy going and loose limbed.

Not really me.

Still, something is missing.

I got out and about,

joined a walking club, lost the

chocolate and cake,

the waistband got smaller.

I had fun.

I laughed.

Someone laughed with me.

A tingling and the hole got smaller.

He shared his chocolate.

Nothing missing, a good feeling.

He held my hand.

Soul mates.

This poem is my version of a doodle in words for the daily prompt – born to be with you.

Reflections in Puddles

I don’t normally do the dpchallenges but this one intrigued me as it is more like an interview than a piece of fiction. And I thought I’d have a go. So here is my reflection in a puddle, be a small one.

In this challenge, tell us how you fell in love with books and writing. Not sure how to get started? Here are some questions to gently nudge your memory and your muse:

  •          Which books did you love growing up? Which poems?

I didn’t learn to read until I was eleven. By then I was sick of Jack and Jill, whether they had a red bucket or not. So my Mum dug out Black Beauty and 101 Dalmatians. What helped was that we didn’t have TV all the time. It only came on for an hour with children’s TV so you had to find another way to entertain myself. Books were a huge thing in the house. They were (and still are) everywhere, from the bathroom to the dining room and even in the kitchen. So it was hugely frustrating that I couldn’t read. Mum always read.

One day mum got out Black Beauty. She read it to me and I was hooked. When she wasn’t there I would try to read, and slowly, so very slowly, I got it. The words became pictures and I re-wired my brain to understand. Then came 101 Dalmatians, a brilliant book that was never done justice by any of the movies, I read it cover to cover in a little over a month. After that I read everything. It was like someone had taken me over to Alice’s rabbit hole and let me look down it, and then whispered I could have it all at my fingertips. A whole new world opened up and I loved it.

  •          Do you remember your first original composition? What was it? How did you feel while writing it?

The first story I ever wrote was about a promiscuous bunny rabbit. The school project was to create a book. I did two. One about a mermaid and the other about Mrs Bunny who kept having children…

POP

No really that was my concept for childbirth. I think it was because I had heard adults talk about girls ‘popping out another child’. I took it literally. I loved those books and, as far as I know, I think Mum still has them somewhere. Made from thick sugar paper (like the kind used in old-fashioned scrapbooks) and coloured in with pencil crayon. They are not the best stories but they are made with wonder and love. After all, I was entering the world of books by writing and drawing a story.

  •          Did you secret your writing away or share it with family and friends?

Now I write all the time, but there was a patch of twenty plus years in the middle where I didn’t write. I loved telling stories but for a while I listened to others who told me that I couldn’t write because of my dyslexia. The result is now, when I write something, I am so pleased that I show it to everyone, even the dog.

  •          What sort of writing do you enjoy doing best? Fiction? Nonfiction? Creative Nonfiction? Poetry? Memoir? Other?

I love fiction. I read masses of it, mostly darker tales with a twist but also romance. I do read memoirs, not biographies, but stories about an aspect of someone’s lives; how they survived or got through a situation.

  •          What are your writerly aspirations? Do you write for yourself, or to become published?

My writing ambition is to be able to make a living from the writing. Not millions. I have no interest in fame and I love my little life being quiet. I would love to get one of my children’s novels published and maybe an adult one… Basically, I just love to write and I would be happy if that is what I did/do…

  •          Why do you write?

I tell stories. All the time. Why not just write them down?

  •          What keeps you writing?

The reader’s reaction; sometimes they smile, sometimes they cry and other times they grimace or look shocked. When you do a reading and on finishing there is that moment of silence, just a second, and then they clap. That is the best.

  •          Do you have a daily writing practice? Tell us about it.

Every morning I spring out of bed and go to my workshop. There I write in the morning, then I draw, and then I write some more. The morning is usually the latest book and the afternoon is short stories and poems. Not sure why this works, it just does. If I get stuck or have an ideas problem then I go garden for a while. A bit of weeding and usually I can go back fully refreshed.

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