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A

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Read These Seven Books, and You’ll be a Better Writer.

Got a letter from Lulu Publishing to tell me that my book, The Photographer’s Choice, is still published and available on Amazon.com (and eBay too apparently)
Pretty cool! Didn’t have to do a thing – was selected a few years ago and voila…

Now I need to get my butt in gear and make a new and updated Volume 2, and maybe some personalised ones for people.
Can still make calendars too. Just haven’t had the time – but will have it soon!!!

I *heart* Lulu.com…

I’ve decided I want to blog more. Rather than just thinking about doing it, I’m starting right now.  I will be posting on this blog once a week for all of 2011.

I know it won’t be easy, but it might be fun, inspiring, awesome and wonderful. Therefore I’m promising to make use of The DailyPost, and the community of other bloggers with similiar goals, to help me along the way, including asking for help when I need it and encouraging others when I can.

If you already read my blog, I hope you’ll encourage me with comments and likes, and good will along the way.

 

thanks!

 

A

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Posted: September 4, 2010 in writing
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As she lay there, blood oozing from various wounds, Lela considering herself lucky.
Yes, lucky. Another person, less resilient, would certainly not have made it this far.
How far was this, you might ask.
Well, let’s just say it was pretty far. Further than the others. 

She could hear the guards talking outside the door. No matter how much teaching Kydon did, Lela knew she would never fully understand their revolting language. Har-kef. It was like vomiting and coughing at the same time. With whole sentences. You didn’t really need to understand it too well to know what their laughter was about though. A malicious chuckle.

She made a mental note to rip their throats out, on her way passed them when she got out of here. 

Lela eased herself slowly onto her elbows. Mentally checking for injuries. Nothing broken too badly, as far as she could work out. She should be able to stand.
She spat some blood. Well this time at least all her teeth were still in her mouth.

A happy thought! 

It was very dark and she could smell something dead in the corner. She hoped it was just a rat. Not some left over bits of a person. That would bring her day down. Quite badly. It was going so well so far!
She giggled softly to herself. A small smile creeping to her lips.

She heard another voice outside the door and all the humour drained from her body. If someone had seen her, they would have seen the blood drain from her face and her jaw clench. Her eyes narrowed in fury.

She tried to concentrate on the words being spoken. Not good.
She had to think fast. Managing to sit up, slowly, she felt around on the floor for something to use as a weapon. Her fingers met stickiness. Small pieces of something hard. Something furry. Something wet. She tried the other side and felt more grime covered small bits and pieces, and then her fingers brushed against something long and cold and hard. Tracing along the object, her hands found a splintered, shattered end. The other end had a smooth, almost oval, shape to it.
Ah.

A femur.
Perfect.
And she would be getting revenge for some poor soul who died in this cold, dark place.
Even better. 

Prepare to die, Agh-Fal. You miserable piece of offal.

i never get tired of telling people about how the boy and i met… how something so random turned into something so strong… and all the bits in between…

however, it's sometimes really cathartic (especially when missing said boy more than words can express right now) to read about someone ELSE who fell in love, in a remarkable and totally out of the blue way.
to hear about how it unfolded.. moment by moment… kiss by kiss…
it brings a strange peace to my currently tumultuous heart…
a small solace…

i really do miss his lips.. that little cupid bow mouth… so warm… so soft… if he'd let me, i could have spent hours just kissing him… and maybe one day soon i will get that chance…
a lazy sunday afternoon perhaps… or a rainy tuesday night…

one day, i will have the wherewithall to focus enough to write something down about our little love letter story…
right now, i'm not ready.

remind me again when things get more settled, more sure, more stable…

when i'm not flat out panicked about how the hell i will pay my bills this month, or how i'm going to get through things in the future… things i can't even talk about right now….

chin up, you stupid girl… think about how lucky you actually are… in all things that are important, anyway.
bloody hell i annoy myself sometimes.
STOP BITCHING. MAKE A PLAN. geez.

like i always do.

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Show us a reason to get off the computer and go outside.
Submitted by Elisheva Chana.

Does it have to be during the DAY?

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