Trusting that your Easter break went well. My Easter cake is half eaten, now. It was adapted from the unused Christmas cake. I just fed it more rum and added chocolate eggs to the top! The eggs have mostly been nibbled, though. It’s a success, I think…
Another who dunnit mystery- Who stole the eggs?
More seriously. Are you a reader yearning for justice and certainty in an age of terrifying doubt? If so, then take a peek at my student novel tipping women off to controlling behaviour that is damaging. See here-http://amzn.to/2zD33rT
There’s spring in the air. The snowdrops have inspired this piece.
This is the shortest form of the story based on Ernest Hemmingway’s creation- ‘For sale: Baby shoes. Never worn.’
Another is ‘All those pages in the fire.’ —Janet Burroway Fellow writers may connect with this last one!
WILLIAM FAULKNER famously said that a novelist is a failed short story writer, and a short story writer is a failed poet. Hemingway, with his creation of the six-word story, combined poetry and drama into a short form that has grown in popularity while remaining difficult to achieve.
Here’s my attempt- ‘Eventually, time heals after the crash.’
As you can see the cake is yet to be touched! We ate too much other food. The good news is that there is enough rum in there to preserve the cake for the new year… or save it for another celebration, maybe?
That’s the great thing about new beginnings there are exciting choices to be made. There is no need to rush, though. Tasting good things at the appropriate time is a treat and should be savoured. Looking forward to the delicious tastes of life this year.
Trusting that you will receive similar special gifts to share with friends and family in 2018. Be blessed.
Ecclesiastes 3:1 says: There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens.
Wow! Thanks to you I have 100 followers. All your following & likes are much appreciated. Happy days! I’m ruffling my feathers with pride. This majestic creature does it better, though… Now, I’m off to write my swan song.
Don’t forget to pack a book or your ereader/tablet. Today the roads and airports are crazy. The schools and colleges have finished. Yay!
Loose yourself within the pages to discover new places and people. It’s such a treat to have the time to read a whole novel. Don’t you think? I’m engrossed in some interesting historical fiction about my area. It goes way back to the Roundheads and Queen Mary and King James. There are feasts and battles galore! Pigeon pie was a meal fit for royalty, then. Today, I had salmon in pastry with prawns in a white wine sauce. That was delicious. Somehow I didn’t fancy pigeon pie!
Lately, I have been for a lovely picnic at a farm park and walked in a Hall gardens only last night. So, I’m grateful for the good weather and the freedom to roam the UK. Those ancient battles enabled my right of passage locally. What a debt I owe my ancestors. How blessed I am. If you like, call it essential research that I’m carrying out. Or it may be that I’m just taking time out to smell the roses.
I said it with flowers. Sometimes formal isn’t best, though. These country flowers smell great and cheer up a table and the home it’s in. Many of the clipped foliage in the vase could be counted as weeds. There are even grasses, for goodness sake. That doesn’t mean to say they’re less valuable, in my opinion…
Nature does a grand job of raising a smile through the rich tapestry of flora it provides. Or is it God giving the free gift of a sweet aroma for all?