Let The River Flow

Due to a recent spike in energy and positive re-enforcement, I have been feeling incredibly creative. Crafting, sewing, drawing, you name it I’ve wanted to do it! I have even considered embroidery, something I’ve been too afraid to try for years for fear of damaging the piece. I’ve even developed a stronger connection with music, playing it more often in the background or even just sit and enjoy it with no other distractions.

The biggest creative pursuit that has been calling to me as of late is writing. I’ve always enjoyed writing but suffer from classic impostor syndrome. I have always felt that after I was unable to continue reading, the quality of my writing dropped. After all, who doesn’t love a big vocabulary, am I right? Accordingly, I have started a writing inspiration board on Pinterest with writing prompt, words of interest, and writing exercises. One of the most interesting exercises I stumbled across was to write 25 lines all beginning with the same colour. So, I gave it ago and got some really cool results! I liked this exercise that I tried it two other times with different colours. I chose green, yellow, and purple as my inspiration. Here are some of my favourites:

  1. Green danced with Blue, coyly glancing at Red who stood across the room.
  2. Green smoke spilled from the cigar, twisting upwards to cover the ceiling in a mossy obscuring cloud.
  3. Yellow sunflowers reached high above their heads, seeming to stretch ever upwards towards to the cloudless sky.
  4. Yellow cloaked the young woman as she ran through the rainy streets, desperate in her grief, to find the place she had loved.
  5. Purple light was scattered across the room by the mosaic patterned lantern, soothing the rampage of the small, bewildered creature.
  6. “Purple, the famous musician, who once calmed the sea itself, united the people, and who’s music was so beautiful and aching the sky cried ending the years of drought?!”

Now I can’t stop creating these little single line stories or even crafting a short descriptive piece!

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The Book Nook: Front Page Fatality

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Another Kindle purchase, Front Page Fatality, written by LynDee Walker, indulges in the “girl power” trope of being feminine but totally kick-ass.

Nichelle Clarke is the crime reporter for the Telegraph newspaper in Richmond, Virginia.  Lover of designer high heels and complicated puzzles, she finds herself neck-deep in a case of police corruption and missing evidence. Her life becomes even more complicated when one of her co-workers puts the on pressure to try and nab her job, and with the appearance of gorgeous but dangerous Joey. The deeper she goes, the more dangerous it gets. Exciting and engaging , we follow Nichelle down the rabbit hole. Where things are not quite what they may seem.

LynDee Walker’ s time as a journalist clearly displays itself in her writing. Her knowledge of all the behind the scenes elements add to the realism of the story, drawing the reader into Nichelle’ s world. I found Nichelle herself engaging. She reminds me of the women I grew up admiring. Attractive and concerned with her wardrobe but driven and intelligent, proving that you don’t have to be one or the other.

I enjoyed the challenge of the case although when the mystery perp was unmasked, I realised I didn’t have make quite the right guess. It is a mark of good writing that I was not made to feel stupid or disappointed by this fact. As was the tension and adrenaline I felt on Nichelle’s behalf during the climactic third of the book.

Front Page Fatality is an easy and engrossing read that tempted me into buying several of its sequels to follow Nichelle’s quest for glory and truth. Give it a chance and check it out!

Down The Rabbit Hole

Self-improvement is an unending quest to be the best you can be, or failing that, to successfully emulate your heroes. For the longest time I haven’t really had a hero or a role model to emulate. When I was younger, I wanted to be just like my mother: kind, helpful, and a force to be reckoned with. As I reached my teens and made some close friends, I was so involved with trying to fit in (and so felt completely left out) that I lost track of who I wanted to be and why.

In the past six months or so, I have rediscovered my drive to improve myself. Doing well at university is helping that immensely, as is coming out of a bit of a dark time for me, emotionally. I have kept a mental health diary since August of last year as well to track my moods, both good and bad, and to ask myself the questions I don’t want to answer. As a result, I have been searching for inspiration and ways to improve myself, whether I meant to or not. I re-discovered the ever optimistic and inspiring Caitlin Moran, who’s books I desperately wish to own. Other women who have inspired me recently are the wonderful musicians Annie Lennox and Grace Jones, and the my friend and artist Alyce Brown of Doodlepeople, who has just become and artist full-time (!).

I am excited to be wanting to change and upgrade myself.Scared, but excited!

Adventure – HO!

January Blues

Christmas and New Years are long since over and we’re smack in the middle of winter. Living in one of the cloudiest towns in the UK, this is the time of year where I am reminded how much I hate the colour grey. Grey clouds lead to grey emotions and it’s easy to get swamped in a mixture of stress, boredom and unease. Made ever more exasperating by the near constant drizzle and umbrella-destroying wind. It gets increasingly difficult for my inner summer child to deal with every year. I’ve tried staying inside, going out in it, staring out the window silently, and ignoring it completely blasting cheerful and peppy music. This year I decided to try something a little different. I will embrace this miserable grey-ness by accompanying it with some enjoyably melancholy music. The logic to this? If you can’t beat them, join ’em.

  1. 1979 – Smashing Pumkins
  2. True – Spandau Ballet
  3. A Taste Of Honey – Peggy Lee
  4. Blue Moon – Anyone (I prefer the Diane Shaw version)
  5. As The World Falls Down – David Bowie
  6. Pumped Up Kicks – Foster The People
  7. Californication – Red Hot Chili Peppers
  8. Tonight, Tonight – Smashing Pumpkins
  9. Me & Mrs Jones – Billy Paul
  10. Pyramid – Jason Webley

Mystical, Magical and Master of the Quiz

To me, Stephen Fry is one of those mystical magical creatures. Similar to fairies, unicorns and the Doctor when you’re a child, he seems too magical to not be real.

Stephen Fry has always been there to me. Whether this is because of my parents having a very British sense of humour as I was growing up or just by the virtue of being born in the UK, I can not pin down the exact time I first saw Stephen Fry’s work. A fact which makes me a little sad. What I can tell you for sure is that he greatly shaped my preferences when it comes to humour. I love a dry sense of humour and word play, two things Stephen Fry is very good at. His documentaries were nothing to sniff at either. His clear, clipped British tones rival that of the other famous British documenter, Sir David Attenborough.

His ability to be intelligent and endearing, and yet incredibly silly earn him the top spot on my list of favourite people to ever exist. Right next to David Tennant.

An inspiration to many, loved by all, and incredibly talented, he truly doesdeserve to be our national treasure.

On a completely unrelated note, I have been watching an awful lot of Blackadder and QI. I also stumbled across this brilliant little documentary about the relationship between my man, Stephen Fry, and the wonderful Hugh Laurie:

Deja Vu Dream

Recurring dreams are nothing new. They’re the staple of psychological thrillers and are often linked to Post Traumatic Stress Disorder and anxiety. But the dream I had last night was not this. It reminded me more an experience of deja vu. Elements of the dream seemed familiar to me such as the setting and… plot, for lack of a better word. But some of the faces that appeared seemed to differ from who I thought they should be.

Part of the interestingness of this dream and it’s seeming familiarity is what the majority of it was about; faking my own death. I don’t remember much of the dream other than I was trying to escape a male admirer (who I believe was the head of some gang or group or something or other) with the aid of my own companions. We enter a building and he was closing in on my location. I was trying to climb into a ceiling vent when I fell. Uninjured but running out of time my only option was to lay perfectly still. As my male admirer walked in the person closest to me made a show of covering my body with a sheet, as is commonly done in movies with a corpse. The only problem? The guy refused to leave! In the dream he even at one point hugged me and I had to hold my breath so he wouldn’t feel me moving.

I never did get a resolution to the dream as I woke up as one of my female friend was talking about me with Captain persistent sat RIGHT NEXT TO ME. But I did get the best night’s sleep I’ve had in a while so…. Deja vu dreams are surprisingly restful! I think…