Weekend theme
So many corrupt politicians, so few assassins So many rays of sunshine, so few solar panels So many happinesses, so little to cry over So many Maltesers, so little mouthspace (This one for Tilly Budd)
So many corrupt politicians, so few assassins So many rays of sunshine, so few solar panels So many happinesses, so little to cry over So many Maltesers, so little mouthspace (This one for Tilly Budd)
I haven’t posted a weekend theme for a while now, there were so few participating that I thought the time had come for it to fade away. Now I have had a request for one, as a starter to get someone thinking and writing. I think this weekend (or week as one weekend’s work may […]
Will sat still in the corner, listening intently to the conversations around him. Kit was reading out his latest piece, carelessly thrown together in the last half hour – or so Will felt. Kit was the most successful playwright of them all. Why some weeks he had plays running at two or more city theatres […]
Friday at the end of an odd week. Dealing with the passing of an icon, someone who helped us as a country to become better than we were.dealing with a huge influx of bigwigs from all round the world, some politicians coming in droves together on fancy aeroplanes. A memorial service for probably the most […]
They brought her in on that Christmas eve, a tiny frail woman, her skimpy grey hair all askew, and those bright dark eyes looking round her. The Church workers said she had suddenly stopped coming to the church, so they went round to the address they had for her. No power, no warmth and the […]
This morning I woke far too early. I lay in bed reading a novel on my reader, then switched to the news channels. The only big news is that Nelson Mandela (Madiba to us) is dead. It is not a surprise, he was incredibly frail and ill. It is a release for him and his […]
“No enthralling novel ever started with people having a cup of tea” Edna sighed. She was my editor and it was a tough job. I’m pretty sure she wouldn’t have been doing my editing except for the fact that my father owns the publishing house. I felt worried. If my opening line “They sat quietly […]
Inspired by someone I have known and admired as a blogger for quite a few years now, the theme for next week is Opening lines After all we are told that is the way to grab the reader, keep them looking for more. As usual, create your post, then come back and leave a message […]
Umbrella. All week they have danced through my dreams, never once behaving as they should – to keep the rain off. And as for their fair-weather friends the sunshades, well they too have behaved disgracefully in my dreams. Actually that isn’t really true. They have behaved gracefully, floating, tumbling and generally being beautiful. World-wide the […]
As it’s Friday I realise I have to post a theme for next week. Apparently I have started reusing themes. My apologies, I’m becoming old, doddery and forgetful, all on top of being blonde. So here’s hoping this is a first The theme is UMBRELLA As usual, create your post and then come back here […]