Saturday, November 29, 2014


I really don't care what happens to any of my work. Seriously. I'm just having the time of my life writing, writing, writing.

Some of my friends request work to read, I send it on. They comment. I love the feedback. I love when they're touched. But you know? It doesn't matter how anyone 'feels' about it. I'm writing just for me really. If it jells or sticks I'll be happy. If it doesn't, oh next!

The rolling cart containing all the tools of my trade is hauled over in front of the fire every morning. I added hooks for wires and headsets and backup flash and a nice pot of pencils and pens and wee note pads and it's a ready steady go for winter writing and easily shoved out of the way.

I took a break today and went off to an afternoon tea and a lovely performance by a top notch choir. We had a charming time, meaning we had our nice manners and clothes on and were totally charmed in turn. Several of my friends performed and it was all very festive and jolly and the food was delish. And the choir were sequinned which always pleases me. Not the guys though, they looked rather drab but wore nice smiles. And one had a bodhran.

There was a cute song about Mrs. Claus doing all the work behind the scenes keeping her man on track, the unsung busy heroine. It was very well received. And understood.

There's a sprinkle of Christmassy snow on everything. I've always wondered about that, the disconnect of saying it is so Christmassy as the snow laces our trees when Bethlehem was baking in the heat back in the day and Jesus was well, brown, a desert boots kind of guy. He would not have felt at home in snow. Or in Ferguson for that matter.


  1. I had thought I'd be escaping the snow and chill by being here in snowed this morning. best laid plans and all that.

  2. Interesting you should say that about your writing.
    I feel the same way, and I've told people. I've written a self-help book,. one and haf novels, a memoir, and several hundred poems since retiring and I never tried to market anything.

  3. I always wonder about Mrs Claus. We never hear much about her but I'm sure she's beavering away behind the scenes keeping the Great Man on track. There must be a photo of her somewhere.

    I like that description "We had our nice manners and clothes on." Ah yes, we're all well practised in that little gambit!

  4. Of course, all evidence suggests a spring birth for the baby Jesus, not a mid-winter one. But either way, definitely a dessert and sandals guy. I think the snowy stuff is just the Pagan tie-in. I kind of like that.

    Glad to hear you are happy in your work!

  5. I grew up in California and associate Christmas with bright, clear cool weather. The most Christmasy place to me is Spain, where we used to spend the season whenever we could. We found Switzerland, where we lived for many years, cozy and all that but bleak in winter.
    Bravo on the writing! Remember what Walter Benjamin said, and I highly paraphrase, "Pay no attention to the audience when you are writing; That should be your last consideration."

  6. Jesus must have looked Mediterranean but we can make him any colour we like & he wouldn't have minded!
    I just posted about colour!
    Maggie x

  7. Keep writing!
    Blessings from Dalamory

  8. hear hear Hattie...good advice.

    WWW sent you an animated, interactive Advent calendar and you should have had email notification.

    Love to all.


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