Daily Archives: May 12, 2013

Memories of My Own Story


I had already submitted my FWF poem for this week –

please read it on this thread >>>> https://awritersfountain.wordpress.com/2013/05/10/fwf/

(a few days late), I have managed to read a few Free Writes today and was inspired to write ‘Memories of My Own Story’ after reading Marilyn’s FWF pictorial poem

freestock girl  on road


A memory of soft skin,

My mum’s soft skin as she hugged me,

Squeezing me tight until I would

giggle that I could no longer breathe.


A memory of the little rhyme she

would recite when I played up

‘There was a Little Girl who had

A little curl right in the middle of her


When she was good, she was very, very good…

but when she was bad,

she was HORRID!’


I remember watching her hoover

How I copied the dance across the carpet

with a toy cleaner,

Helping her peg washing on the line.


A memory of her kissing me goodnight

With another rhyme

and just as she was close to letting go

I said ‘I wish I was 10!’


Mum was slightly horrified her baby of 5

wished her life away!

She enquired about my reason

I stated clearly I wanted to bake cakes.


A memory of her kind laugh and promises

of mother, daughter baking the next day.


A fonder memory than the weeks she tried to

teach me to iron.

As an adult there are only three conclusions

for ironing, weddings, funerals and job interviews.


Memories of lying in bed on long, summer evenings

listening to my friends,

still playing outside,

There were rules, bed-time, table rules, after school rules,

More rules than many of my friends,

Rules that did me no harm

and have equipped me with a childproof toolkit

if I am ever lucky enough to be a mother.


Memories of her clothes, jumpers I loved.

The stripy rainbow one and the black one

with plastic buttons of varied shapes and colours.

A handbag collection I used to play with.


A memory of smelling her hands

When she came home from work.

A musky scent of beer and

cigarette smoke,

The fragrance of my college years.


Memories rise and fall in my mind,

Too many to write about,

Too many to think about.

She shared an entire lifetime with me.


I am grateful to be here

To remind her of things she can’t recall.

Lots happened to her during our childhood.

I am glad we were there

A reason for her to hold it together.


She gave me everything she had


All of her wisdom and more,

A love that lives in my heart forever.


I will always be grateful ,

I will always remember I am me

Because of her.

I’ve Heard of Slow-Cooking, but Slow-Writing


I have spent 6 hours writing today!

After missing the deadline for Assignment 2 (which was eventually submitted due to technical difficulties the university amended the deadline and the work for this week.) They have published a list of all the videos and articles we need to research this week. It is clearly, still a hefty workload.

I have managed to complete 2 of the 3 parts to the Week 3 work! (I won’t know what to do with myself in 7 weeks time- joke!)Submitted safely and posted to the course Forum. dl

I have also (in my breaks) managed to complete my FWF and Friday Fictioneers works, a poem and a flash.

I have also managed to read and respond to a few people.

I have also learnt something new on computers today – tech chick! I discovered it myself so quite happy.

I am offline now to get paperwork completed for tomorrow and to let Mr G to have his laptop back!



Writing Workshop 1


Writing Workshop 1/3
imagesCADQ6RA1 I had an amazing day yesterday at the workshop and met some great people and talented writers. My brain still hurts from the overload of exercises and activities we did.

If you get a chance to book workshops with Practitioners rather than facilitators then do.

What’s the difference?

Practitioners have experienced what you are trying to achieve, they know the harsh reality and will share this and success tips with you readily. Facilitators are often (although not always) academics who have the theoretical knowledge and are well read on publishing and writing but have not written anything other than academic papers (not that that isn’t writing) you may enjoy these types of workshops and you may learn from them.

I believe you can’t beat the passion of someone who is teaching you what they know because that is what they do, and who they are.quality-mark

At the end of the day something wonderful happened. I was deep in conversation and there was another attendee waiting (to speak to the person I was speaking to, I thought…) she was waiting to talk to me!

I found the day sparked inspiration for other writing projects and ideas. My list is getting so long I wonder if by the end of the year I will have had time to write it all!

That’s why I am starting before 8a.m! ON A SUNDAY!

Today’s plan is to catch up on Friday writes and take part in blog challenges, post some of the articles I have been writing offline, finish a few pieces from the May Writing Schedule, complete all 3 parts of my third assignment for the online writing course, go to the allotment with Mr G and finish our planting AND complete about 4 hours of paperwork in prep for work tomorrow!

Who said Sunday was a day of rest?!

Hope you manage to pop back to read the updates.
imagesCADGQ22PHave a relaxing Sunday!