So, you may have noticed that there were no posts from me this week. What, you mean you didn’t? Really? Oh. Oh, okay. Well, anyway, there weren’t.

The reason for that is that I normally do these during the weekend, and this last weekend was spent dealing with a child who decided that the contents of his tummy were better out than in, and proceeded to conduct empirical research to that effect. Then his Dad got the same bug and then I did. So no blog posts, just a lot of laundry and very little appetite.

So now I have eight minutes to type out one single blog post to entertain, educate or even just get a reader or two. I love my readers, I do, sometimes I look at my stat numbers and just get a little frisson of joy of all of you reading away of my pearls of wisdom. Which so far contain a lot of child vomit. But I digress!

Anyway, I now have four minutes on the clock. So far my writing is somewhat hampered by a bit of a slump from me. I pulled a novella out of my hat during the month of November, something that was completely different for me. I even put a different name on it, and sent it off for review. It did well, but not as well as I’d like. My notes were good, it needs work, but really I think I thought I could actually write without, you know, writing. Which is editing. Undaunted, our heroine was working away on a second plot, but found that it just didn’t get her going the way it should have. It’s only until now, nearly the end of December, that I think I have the plot put to bed and can start writing proper. The words on the page are the point; the rest of the time it is going back and editing it.

Like this, but with a lot more blood involved.

One minute left. This weekend we’re getting a tree and decorating the house, and avoiding sugary trees (the tum is still dodge). Hope you have a great weekend, see you Monday!!

Dante Gabriel Rossetti A Vision of Fiammetta

Redheads are wonderful.

This is an exaggeration, but only a little.

From here; http://adam4d.com/young-mother/

It is entirely possible they never cared in the first place, but a middle road is unlikely, certainly.

Here is a list of free web games as listed in Reddit.

http://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/1rjox0/reddit_what_is_your_favorite_free_webgame/

Here’s something cute.

Evelyn De Morgan (1855-1919) – Medea (from Wikipedia)

A touch of sublime for your mid week.

Why do poets read their words like this

A sonorous monotone

That kills each word

And leaves it,

lying there, dead on the ground.

And yet,

and yet,

Each word is

A memory,

A key,

A lifeline

To love,

To lives,

Our sorrows,

Our sorries,

Our miseries,

Our loss.

Each words dissipates

On your breath

Like purple

butterfly wings

thinner than the mist at dawn.

She loved you.

You’re fired.

Come home.

Home.

So sing loud, children, sing clear

Each word you make

makes you live,

makes you alive

In the eyes of others,

The yes of others.

So I found myself getting up again this morning, and writing a plot structure of 1600 words out.

A plot structure.

As in, I haven’t even gotten to the thing itself yet.

Still, it is an interesting project. But I think I might, for the moment, just write in the mornings, and try to clean this house now and again. It’s getting a bit insane around here.

Still. I’m writing! Whay!

It’s a new day, children.