Wild about life again at last
I feel as though I have recovered finally from all the bereavements I suffered in the first year after moving here. I know we never stop grieving but we can continue to live happily whilst never forgetting those we have lost. And the pain never completly goes away.
I am wild about writing and gardening just now. I have started a writing group which had it's first meeting last Friday and gave me a real boost. I haven't stopped writing since.
Also a writer friend in England has been really supportive. We ring frequently for mutual support. Thirdly I have had another letter printed in Writers' Forum. Yeh! I know it's not much but it keeps me bouyant.
In the garden I have constructed a raised garden. I made the sides from woven hazel branches cut from my own tree. I never knew that gardening could be so much pleasure. The daffodils are beginning to show and a friend here has two in flower. My mimosa tree has survived the frost so far but shows no sign of flowering as yet like all the other mimosa trees I seen.
Reading Matter
I have recently bought a book which was recommended on someone else's blog. The 'Confessions of an Economic Hit Man'. It is really terrifying. I know these terrible things go on but when one reads it in print written by someone with first hand experience it brings the message home. But what to do about it. He begins by working in Indonesia. an area of the world we hear little about. In the Eighties I campaigned for the Islands south East of their in the Pacific. I gave talks for an organisation called women Working for a Nuclear Free and Independant Pacific. I am not sure how effective we were. I have no idea what is happening their today.
blanks
Why when I am no where near the computer do I have brilliant ideas which disappear the second I sit down at the key board? I have I think/ hope finished the first chapter of my novel. However I then pick up a couple of books that I am reading which make my writing seem so bland and lifeless. When I try to insertt some colour or action it to me artifically. C'est la vie. Must keep trying. Must make meaning for myself.
Computers
I seem to waste more time trying and failing to send messages by email than if I used pigeon post. Is it me or do others have problems? Hotmail is doing reeeally weird things and won't let me open messages or reply. Even on wanadoo whenI try to write more than two sentences The whole thing disappears. Why doesn't it send a warning to say that the page will close.? Even this stupid thing will close after a couple of paragraphs!
Happy New Year
Well after all my wonderful celebrations the bug got me. Normally I am a vegetarian and so I avoid this kind of bug. Whenever I am ill my meat eating friends say what you need is a good steak. So on New Years Eve that's just what I had. The result being that I have been laid out for two weeks first of all with the runs and the mother and father of all head aches followed by days of such feabileness I could barely stand. That will teach me to beak my principles.
I am almost back to normal and have kept my tree planting resolution by paying someone else to keep me up to quota. I now have to keep my til now unwritten resolution to write at least one hour a day.
I switched on the radio last week to hear a writer on dessert Island Discs saying '-- 10 hours a day sometimes 10 hours a day. My problem is that I have difficulty stopping.' Well bully for him. So ona hour seems very little and yet so hard to achieve!!
Time has beatten me again!
