Tag: Writing

No Time

No Time

Time seems to be passes me by at the moment, everyday I seem to be massively busy, however by the end of the evening I don’t seem to have done anything massive. I am constantly running around doing things, but nothing seems to ever get 

You Never Loved Me…

You Never Loved Me…

When I was younger I always wrote. I wrote short stories, poems, and ideas. I wrote on envelopes, in notebooks, on the computer. I just wrote. I have books full of poetry, full of ideas for stories and full of short stories. And then I stopped. I am not 

The Death of the Laptop

The Death of the Laptop

Today I am writing to you via my tablet. It seems the laptop is finally giving up its final ghost. It has been on its last legs for a while now, but the other day it took over an hour for the browser to work. 

Writing That Novel

Writing That Novel

Years ago, in fact in 2009, I enrolled on a writing course. A Creative Writing Course as I had this idea that I wanted to write a novel. I had written the plan, I had even thought of the characters. For a few novels actually, 

Working, Planning and Working

Working, Planning and Working

This last year I have been silently planning, ideas for the business, a new venture and planning for the wedding. But everything was put on hold until after the wedding that took priority. And for quite a long time that was all I could think 

Finding Me

Finding Me

A while ago I wrote about finding me, as I felt a little lost. A lot has happened since then. I rearranged my blogs and combined them all to here and I went on maternity leave from Scrapbookerry. I needed a break, I needed to 

Who Am I?

Who Am I?

I started this blog many years ago, just to write. I was bored I was at home with Baba and Mr L was working and I wanted some different conversations, somewhere else to get my thoughts out, and I wanted something to read back on 

Getting Organised

Getting Organised

I haven’t blogged for a long time. In fact I haven’t done anything for a long time. Partly because of all the things that have been going on at home, and partly because I have lost my flow for everything. But it was making me 

I Thought…

I Thought…

I didn’t think it would cause this much pain I thought out of everyone you would understand I thought you would be happy I never thought it would turn out like this I never thought I would be so sad And I never thought you 

Stumped

Stumped

Last week I wrote about 12 months 1 book. Where over the cause of the year I, along with others will attempt to write a book. Having only launched the idea last week, and having a plan of putting the first linky up at the