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Isabel Storey on whatever takes her fancy this day.

A Matter of Mood

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Is the name of the artist I can thank for creating this image. I would so like to be able to hang on a wall! But, to date I have no pictures hung and were I to start (with landlord’s agent’s blessing) where would I stop?
Good night’s sleep. Woke full of beans bursting to be doing something. Constructive.

 

Instead I turned on the television to watch “Insiders”.

Back to blah!

I could go for a walk and maybe do a bit of shopping? But is is now raining. Cold. Best idea would be back to bed with a good book.

How goes this Sunday for you?

(I have got as far as loading my WIP onto the small laptop with a view of sitting out on my patio and working if and when the sun shines?) Hmm. Something has popped my optimistic bubble. Keep forgetting that the price I pay for happy moments are equally balanced by the opposite. Given my life’s history I admit I am now too afraid of swinging to an extreme. Where I am at now is COMFORTABLE.  Not rich, but managing. Lots of stuff I could be doing – have mending basket, knitting and crochet needles and several good books. Tom Holt’s works elicit laughter and, as long as I don’t worry where his head was at when writing, I can chortle. So I am off to read. Some thought given to runners out there – wet and cold but living in the moment.

Have a great day.

Blast from the Past

Searching Google Images with a view to working on Smashword covers, several of which need replacing and I came across this

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In 1963, this was St Lawrence’s, Bodmin. The first place within which I found asylum after what turned out to be a totally inadequate suicide attempt. Also the first creative writing experience since childhood. I had an idea I wanted to put down on paper and the psychiatrist gave me permission to stay up and out of bed for as long as it took. Believe me, that did not go down well with the night nurse. One of those pieces of writing which others said gave them goosebumps; which somewhere along the way I lost the copy. The underlying message read by the psychiatrist the next morning was given the choice of an easy way (asking for help) or my own way (finding my own way on my own) I would choose the latter. So that was my ticket to discharge.

Trying to recall which hospital it was in which I conducted a social experiential. Every morning the toast for breakfast was cold and hard as a rock. I asked for permission to use the toaster for a fresh, warm slice of toast. OH No. What would happen if EVERYONE wanted to do that? Persisted as never in the history of the human race has everyone ever agreed to do the same thing at the same time (was a good scene for sci-fi story read long ago). Upshot, first morning, yes, a rush for the toaster. Second morning and each thereafter, only two of us cared enough how we like our toast to make the effort.

I don’t know what I am trying to say in here. Just waffling? The Crows have lost tonight’s game. It is Saturday night. It has been raining … again. I have been all day getting a new/replacement virus checker program up and working.

 

Back to Square One

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With so many hiccups on previous sites – not quite all of it down to my lack of experience – this site is being built using a GoDaddy WordPress Managed site. Thank whomsoever developed Skype as a two hour conversation resulted in a massive tidy-up of domains and hosting until right now I have only this one with which to play and hopefully learn how best to communicate with folk on a regular basis.

 

If this post escapes into the internet before I have actively shared either within social sites or emails – please note I am at the building stage! What could go wrong?

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