Words in Progress

Here is my monthly blog about what I have been up to, how the writing is coming along, and everything else that can be classed as news.

Learning about myself

Todays ten minutes has been used up by the personality test, another draft for Laughing at Myself - I know that a lot of these things can be wrong, however my one was scarily accurate...And what job did they recommend? writer
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Fish diets

Fish like curry, cheese, garlic, chilli and spicy food - apparently this is a fact. How do I know this? because there is a fisherman in the family. Why do fish like curry, cheese, garlic, chilli and spicy food? no-one I have spoken to really knows, and how did the first person find this out? Did they have a bag of food with them that fell into the water, and then they noticed a feeding frenzy? I highly doubt it.
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Plan your life

Someone I met today told me about a friend of hers who had complied a list of 100 things that she wanted to do within the next ten years; this woman was doing a 50 things in 5 years list – that really got me thinking, what would I put on my list? So here are a few of mine, they are not in order of importance or desire - no judgements thank you
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Deafness and accents

Auntie Elda is a lovely person, I think, I say that I think because although I have known her my whole life, I haven’t actually been able to understand anything she has ever said. She has a beautiful, musical Southern Irish accent, it sounds gorgeous, but is absolutely impenetrable thanks to my dodgy hearing.
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Good writing habits

This is exactly what it says on the tin, I am going to write for five minutes a day, every day for the next month - without thinking it over, considering or planning (as if I would anyway) and then share it with you, as I look back on it the following day it might be possible to try and evolve a story. It is kind of like you sharing my brain for a few days - you poor unfortunately people.
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The Taxi Driver

As I shoved my bags into the back seat the taxi driver grumbles that he was just about to pull away, apparently, I had taken so long that he had thought I was a no-show. ‘Sorry I was just putting my shoes on’ I say, which I hope conveys that I couldn’t have left the house any quicker unless I was sitting on the doorstep; looking disdainfully at me he turns the car around; and we head off to the station where I am being dropped this morning.
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