Everyday is a new day.
Everyday the first day.
How fast your curious mind wants to grow.
Never enough time to explore.
Too much to learn but still thirsty for more.
What will quench your curious little mind to finally exhaust you to sleep?
Sleep is your friend yet you fight Her so hard.
Sleep brings the gift of rest to calm your busy mind.
Welcome Her with droopy eyes and a yawn and let her comfort you.
But it's not fair you cry so desperately,
To face the darkness, the shadows and the bumps in the night.
Don't you know it's just your curious mind at work again?
Even imaginations need rest too.
To grow another day.
Because everyday is the first day.
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Thursday, November 24, 2011
Make mine a skinny decaf
I do love books and I love a good coffee.
And I especially like coffee shops in book stores, it's the perfect combination for me. Having just stated that I'm not actually in one right now (couldn't find one in Winchester) but was still inspired to write...
Book stores are a dying breed aren't they, which is a shame. I guess I'm contributing to this trend as I do buy rather a lot on the Internet (well it's so dangerously easy what with Amazon Wish Lists and One-Click). However I can honestly say that I do make an effort to buy a book from my local Waterstones even though I know it's cheaper online, sometimes you just have to get it there and then and why not feel a little less guilty in the process!
But there's nothing better than browsing shelves of books, collecting a few you'd like to peruse and then grab a coffee, sit and immerse yourself for a while.
I've flicked through books on the Titanic; biographies of people I wouldn't really buy a book on but am strangely drawn to their baby pictures; popped into some strange destinations; learnt my sailing knots and decided on my next crime novel after the Steig Larsson trilogy, all while enjoying my regular extra hot skinny decaf cappuccino. I do remember scanning a rather small unsuspecting book on palm reading, a rather alarming read since my future seemed doomed and left me wondering whether it was even worth buying a coffee? Or I might as well and have the full fat muffin...I mean what the heck?
Note to mothers (if you don't already use this strategy), this books with coffee also works brilliantly with children, namely 8 year olds who can't make up their mind on which book to choose and she's only having one. Somehow sipping a nice hot drink on a comfy chair (well any chair to be honest) makes the whole lengthy selection process much less painful. The coffee, by the way is for the mums, I'm not advocating feeding caffeine to children as the means of hurrying them up...just in case that wasn't clear.
So right now, no 8 year olds, no shopping, no more cold, it's Cafe Nero that has (or had) my attention and I bought my own book (and laptop).
And I especially like coffee shops in book stores, it's the perfect combination for me. Having just stated that I'm not actually in one right now (couldn't find one in Winchester) but was still inspired to write...
Book stores are a dying breed aren't they, which is a shame. I guess I'm contributing to this trend as I do buy rather a lot on the Internet (well it's so dangerously easy what with Amazon Wish Lists and One-Click). However I can honestly say that I do make an effort to buy a book from my local Waterstones even though I know it's cheaper online, sometimes you just have to get it there and then and why not feel a little less guilty in the process!
But there's nothing better than browsing shelves of books, collecting a few you'd like to peruse and then grab a coffee, sit and immerse yourself for a while.
I've flicked through books on the Titanic; biographies of people I wouldn't really buy a book on but am strangely drawn to their baby pictures; popped into some strange destinations; learnt my sailing knots and decided on my next crime novel after the Steig Larsson trilogy, all while enjoying my regular extra hot skinny decaf cappuccino. I do remember scanning a rather small unsuspecting book on palm reading, a rather alarming read since my future seemed doomed and left me wondering whether it was even worth buying a coffee? Or I might as well and have the full fat muffin...I mean what the heck?
Note to mothers (if you don't already use this strategy), this books with coffee also works brilliantly with children, namely 8 year olds who can't make up their mind on which book to choose and she's only having one. Somehow sipping a nice hot drink on a comfy chair (well any chair to be honest) makes the whole lengthy selection process much less painful. The coffee, by the way is for the mums, I'm not advocating feeding caffeine to children as the means of hurrying them up...just in case that wasn't clear.
So right now, no 8 year olds, no shopping, no more cold, it's Cafe Nero that has (or had) my attention and I bought my own book (and laptop).
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Romantic Ruins
Who'd have thought a bit of tragedy would lead to such romance? The
tragedy? Well a poor demolition guy was killed back in the 1700's (not
really focusing on this fact) but leads me to the romance as it's
because of this that a now overgrown ruined abbey was left alone.
Netley Abbey is a beautiful place and has…just something. It's one those places where you have to be there to take in the atmosphere, feel the weight of history and imagine the beauty that once was and yet still is. We only discovered it quite recently and by chance, tucked away in the woods off a main road above Southampton Waters and decided to go exploring with Izzy (who had plenty to climb on and jump off!).
I've seen ruins before and shamefully admit that had the attitude of if you've seen one, you've seen them all. But this was very apparently different for me. I think it's the two towering arches regally standing their ground at either end of what would've have been the main hall. There's enough of the abbey still standing to allow your imagination to wonder and even though the main road is not far away, it's blissfully peaceful. No wonder the Abbey became a haven for those 18th century romantic writers, poets and artists…John Constable painted here, Jane Austen found inspiration and now, I've discovered it and it's definitely one of my favourite places to just be. Next time I'm bringing a flask of tea and a good book.
Netley Abbey is a beautiful place and has…just something. It's one those places where you have to be there to take in the atmosphere, feel the weight of history and imagine the beauty that once was and yet still is. We only discovered it quite recently and by chance, tucked away in the woods off a main road above Southampton Waters and decided to go exploring with Izzy (who had plenty to climb on and jump off!).
I've seen ruins before and shamefully admit that had the attitude of if you've seen one, you've seen them all. But this was very apparently different for me. I think it's the two towering arches regally standing their ground at either end of what would've have been the main hall. There's enough of the abbey still standing to allow your imagination to wonder and even though the main road is not far away, it's blissfully peaceful. No wonder the Abbey became a haven for those 18th century romantic writers, poets and artists…John Constable painted here, Jane Austen found inspiration and now, I've discovered it and it's definitely one of my favourite places to just be. Next time I'm bringing a flask of tea and a good book.
Monday, November 14, 2011
Friday, November 11, 2011
Just write
The idea of opening yourself up in words to the world actually terrifies
me but at the same time arouses an intense fascination within that I
can't seem to ignore. I'm not sure why? Perhaps it's because I've always
fancied myself a writer (move over JK). Perhaps I see it as a means of
channelling my bottled up creativity (don't we all) or even a way of
exercising my demons (yup have enough of those).
But as I evolve from blogger voyeur to blogger virgin, I'm going to admit I have no idea how this'll turn out. My husband, who, by the way, thinks this is great idea has told me to just write, write, write, so that's what I'm going to do (with a few pictures, pictures, pictures).
But as I evolve from blogger voyeur to blogger virgin, I'm going to admit I have no idea how this'll turn out. My husband, who, by the way, thinks this is great idea has told me to just write, write, write, so that's what I'm going to do (with a few pictures, pictures, pictures).
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