Can You Read This?

Can you read this?

fi yuo cna raed tihs, yuo hvae a sgtrane mnid too.

Cna yuo raed tihs? Olny 55 plepoe can.

i cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it dseno't mtaetr in waht oerdr the ltteres in a wrod are, th e olny iproamtnt tihng is taht the frsit and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it whotuit a pboerlm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe.

The Grammarian

A businessman had invited his friend the schoolmaster for a trip on his boat. It was a hot day, and while the businessman attended to the steering and navigation, the schoolmaster relaxed on the deck.

After a while, the schoolmaster asked, "What will the weather be like?"

The businessman looked to the sky, sniffed the air, and checked the direction of the wind. "We's going to have a storm," he said.

The schoolmaster was shocked. "You can't say 'We's'! Don't you know grammar? You should say, 'We're ... We're going to have a storm.' My friend, if you don't know grammar you've wasted half your life."

The businessman merely shrugged his shoulders and carried on navigating the boat with skill and an eye on the horizon.

Some time later, as the businessman had predicted, a huge storm blew up. The wind was high, the waves were huge, and the little boat was swamped with water.

Over the roar of the storm, the businessman was heard to shout to the schoolmaster, "Have you learned to swim?"

"No," shouted the schoolmaster. "Why on earth should I have learned to swim?"

"In that case," said the businessman grinning from ear to ear, "you've wasted half your life, because we's going to sink."

Who says she can't handle this!!!

So where is she?

I heard...

(don't think it's a secret)

she received her first ever rejection today

Yeh ...

I brought her this gorgeous blue flower.

Sort o' thought it kinda matched her mood.

xxxxx She can share my favourite toy -

xxxxx But I want it back, later.

I've brought her

lots and lots

of pink roses.

I mean - PINK ROSES!

Who can fail to share

a smile over pink roses!

Naaah ...

You've all got it wrong.

She just needs some French bread

smothered in chocolate.

Just wait.

You'll see.

Back to writerly matters!

I may not be nipping in here for a while but - Hey! Hey! Hey! -
I've posted off my first three chapters to my favoured agent!!!
Let the dreaded wait commence ... Ooo eck (Gulp).

Just because...

Because it's Easter

And I like this!

On writing ... someone once said...

"Let my name stand among those who are willing to bear ridicule and reproach for the truth's sake, and so earn some right to rejoice when victory is won."
Louisa May Alcott

"You have a good many little gifts and virtues, but there is no need of parading them, for conceit spoils the finest genius. There is not much danger that real talent or goodness will be overlooked long; even if it is, the consciousness of possessing and using it well should satisfy one, and the great charm of all power is modesty."
Luisa May Alcott

"Talent isn't genius, and no amount of energy can make it so. I want to be great or nothing. I won't be a commonplace daubler, so I don't intend to try anymore."
Louisa May Alcott
(All sounds a bit contradictory to me)

"A novel invites digression and a little relaxation of the grip because a reader can't endure being held that tightly in hand for so long a time."
Tobias Wolff

"Writing is sweat and drudgery most of the time, and you have to love it in order to endure the solitude and discipline."
Peter Benchley

"A word after a word is power."
Margaret Atwood

"A ratio of failures is built into the process of writing. The wastebasket has evolved for this reason."
Margaret Atwood

"Just nipping out to buy some wastebaskets."
Fabia

Stranger than Fiction

I have been away - unexpectedly - in another place. I have really been away in another world, a world of which I never would have believed I would ever encounter, let alone carry it on my shoulder. Over the past few weeks I have experienced the meaning of the word 'surreal'. I have been living in a world 'stranger than fiction' and I have to return to this 'other' world (on and off) for an indefinite period (you are forgiven for wrongly thinking it's a hospital for the insane!!!). But ironically, I need to nip in here and keep in touch with my novel (which is not stranger than fiction) in order to maintain a sense of normality, if you see what I mean. I'm sure this post cannot make sense to any reader (other than all those who know what's happening) and it is April Fools Day here, but believe me, when all is revealed - and all will be revealed - all will be understood. And no it's not just another excuse for procrastinating with the book!!! Oh how I wish!

Any excuse will do!

In case anyone is wondering ...

'Cause I was wondering ...

I'm busy doing research on some legalities required in the story line.

Well, that's my excuse for the lack of increase in my word count.

Non-Fiction!!!

Jut popped in to say I've been spending some 'unexpected' though delightful 'non-fictional' time with my beautiful grandchildren - back soon!

Time for a Word

'Oh! Do not attack me with your watch. A watch is always too fast or too slow. I cannot be dictated to by a watch.' ~~~~~ Jane Austen ~ 1775 ~ 1817

'The great French Marshall Lyautey once asked his gardener to plant a tree. The gardener objected that the tree was slow growing and would not reach maturity for 100 years. The Marshall replied, "In that case, there is no time to lose; plant it this afternoon!" ~~~~~~ J.F.Kennedy

I did it!

I did it!

I did it!

I did it!

In one wild burst of creative enlightenment ...

I completed the end of chapter three ... Phew!

(Sorry about the mess)