Time to Think

If only I could sit here and think...
For the last week I've not been 'feeling it' blogging wise, I haven't been inspired to write anything and I don't see much point in writing something just to say I have. I did try last week to force some inspiration by looking through some prompts. I wrote something I wasn't hugely proud of and figured I would just take a break instead. 

So, for now that's what I'm going to do. The kids break up on Friday (4th April) for two weeks and I thought this would be a good chance for me to figure out what it is I want to do. I love writing and blogging but other things seem to get left behind when I'm concentrating on blogging. My book isn't any further along than it was a couple of months ago and I'm disappointed in myself for allowing this to happen. The break will hopefully do me good and I can come back refreshed and have lots to talk about. Or I'll come back to say I'll be blogging less... we'll see.

A Knock

Greyscale pvc door

These last few days I've been finding it difficult to write so this morning I was trawling the internet for inspiration. Some people say if you're not 'feeling' it then don't force it but I think sometimes you just need to try and push past the block.

After a couple of hours I managed to find a prompt site and was half inspired by one of the prompts so here we go, here's what I came up with.

A knock on the door in the middle of the night is never a good thing...

I pried my eyes open wondering what the hammering was. The boom echoed through the house and I heard the door shaking in its frame. I glanced at the clock, 3am, and heaved back the covers, huffing. Three bangs again and I grabbed my dressing gown, slipped it on and ran down the stairs. I knew he’d do it again, just as soon as he said he’d be going out with friends. Another late night, him banging on the door because he couldn’t find his keys. Stumbling into the house with his arms flailing as he tried to kiss me and tell me he was sorry, again. It was getting old.

He banged on the door again and I swore, if he woke the kids up he would suffer. It took me 3 hours to get Sam to sleep. The last thing I needed now was for him to be woken up. The keys jangled as I grabbed them and turned them in the keyhole. The bracing wind blew in, sending goosebumps over my body, as I opened the door. Half asleep I stepped back with the door wide open.

“Um, Miss?”

I looked at the person standing in my doorway. The yellow hi-vis jacket stunned me and when I looked at his face my heart jumped into my throat.

“Are you Mrs Kent?” The policeman said.


“Mrs Kent, I’m afraid your husband has been involved in an incident.”

“Oh great.”

My shoulders sagged and I began cursing him under my breath. I’d have to get the kids up and go fetch him.

“What’s he done this time?”

“Um, Mrs Kent… He didn’t do anything. Earlier this evening he was stabbed and rushed to hospital.”


“I’m sorry Mrs Kent but he didn’t make it.”


My head was spinning. Did he really just say that?

It's not much but I've tried.

What do you do to try and banish the block? Do you have a trick you'd like to share with the rest of us who are struggling? Please?


Space & Respect

Space Shuttle Atlantis at Kennedy Space Centre, Florida
I have always loved anything to do with Space. Constellations, comets, planets and meteors spark my inquisitive mind. I love looking out on a clear night and seeing all the sparkling stars and planets in our sky. I particularly enjoy spotting the different constellations and even bought a telescope (not a good one) to see more.

The moon can be truly mesmerising sometimes and I still marvel at the fact that humans have actually set foot on it. This is certainly something that I would never have the courage to do, I hate flying in a plane so just the idea of venturing into space fills me with fear. I respect those men and women that have done, they've allowed us to find out all kinds of things about space and the moon.

Having watched Gravity recently I realised what dangers these men and women face every time they step into that space shuttle. They pass through the atmosphere and hurtle towards the ground on re-entry and there's always a chance something could go wrong. Like Columbia.


Lake and trees with blue sky

Here we are again, Thursday and time for Prose for Thought. I was looking through the poems I've written for this linky yesterday and since I started I've written 8 poems and 3 short fiction pieces. I do love Prose for Thought because it trains me to be thinking about creative writing every week.

Yesterday I wrote a poem and really surprised myself by crying at some of my own writing. Not something I ever thought would happen but I guess it's all part of the writing journey. Here's the poem, I hope you like it...


Floating above, I look down
A chill throughout my bones
Blurred vision and a frown
Enter the unknown

They are sitting, dressed in white
Lillies atop my casket
Flowers surround, summery and bright
Little one holding a basket

Writing and Emotion

Gold fish in a pond
A source of inspiration
Since starting my writing journey I've found one of the most difficult things to do is inject feeling into the words. A lot of the time they're just words and unless you can feel things along with the character then it's just a waste of time. I've read lots of books that have made me laugh out loud and cry and these are the books I've enjoyed most, proving my point.

This afternoon I've been writing my poem for Prose for Thought tomorrow and was struggling a little. I couldn't make the right words appear on the screen. I really thought the block had arrived and I wasn't going to be able to get anything done. I paused for a while and thought about it, took a break and came back. When I did the words were there, waiting for me to hit the keyboard. I tapped away and before I knew it there was a poem staring back at me.

Cross-stitch Progress Week 8

Below you'll see two more photos of the progress I'm making with this huge cross-stitch project that I've taken on. I love how every time I take a photo the picture feels like it's growing.

Week 6
Week 8

iPad, Laptop or Pen & Paper?

The very first Apple Macintosh - 1984!
In January 1984 the very first Mac was released, known then as the "Apple Macintosh". Looking nothing like the sleek and attractive machines they have today this Mac was available to buy for $2,495 and had a keyboard and mouse. I was three years old at the time and this would have completely passed me by.

Fast forward thirty years and Apple is a household name, they have revolutionised the way we view technology. They have made my life far easier, I have an iPhone which holds all of my personal information. My diary, text messages, birthdays, phone calls but most importantly my blogging reminders, twitter information and internet connectivity. I am never in a place where I can't be contacted in some way. 

Growing up I always used a pen and paper to note things down. It wasn't until I was working in an office and had money coming in that I was able to buy myself a home computer and even then it was very out of date. In more recent years I haven't felt the need to use a pen very much at all. My phone has a notes app which is available on all of my devices. This means that I can be out of the house and write a note about blogging, come home and view that note on my Mac. Brilliant.

Changing Me

I haven't written anything for the Magic Moments linky for a few weeks what with no school last week and the previous Monday being so hectic so I'm pleased that I can finally link up. 

For the last few weeks I think I've been going through a bit of a change. I'm trying to lose weight, have found a love for exercise and just today have had my hair cut short. Most women can probably relate when I say that I often have phases where I want to change something and it is often my hair. Just lately though I seem to be concentrating on my well-being and how I feel about myself rather than just how I look. This is quite a turnaround from a few years ago when I couldn't have cared less about my well-being.

Also at the beginning of this year I pledged to blog every weekday and although that hasn't really happened (skipping due to unforeseen circumstances) I'm glad that most of the time I've managed it. Once I'd got the routine down I began working on my novel again, squeezing that in after blogging. Then came the walking with friends on a Tuesday morning and yoga on a Friday not to mention all of the housework. 


I've been thinking about my Word of the Week since yesterday and I'm still not sure about it. It's been a strange one this week because of the kids being off school Monday and Tuesday and lots of other things going on. I think I've settled on 


Monday and Tuesday were kind of written off because of school being closed, or at least that's what I thought. The hubby decided on Monday that we would go and visit family and go for a walk seeing as it was nice. It ended up being a lovely walk with the boys, it really did them good. On Tuesday we had to stay at home, the hubby had to get work done and BP has a school project he's working on. Wednesday came and I thought it was Monday again, I nearly forgot BP's swimming kit and gave LP his football kit (which he doesn't need on a Wednesday) to take to school. 

Worth the Pain

Morgan's Milieu | Worth the Pain: Daytona Beach, the sea rolling in.
I wish I could walk at Daytona Beach, Florida every day!
With the kids being off school on Monday and Tuesday I didn't think I'd get a chance to do my walk with the girls this week. Luckily I got a text late last night and we arranged to do it this morning. Feeling much better about health lately and the weight is now slowly dropping off. What I've learned so far is that even though I might feel really worn out when walking (briskly) I actually feel far better once I've had a little rest.

Seeing as I've been yammering on about fitness and health just lately I thought it appropriate for this week's #Prose4T. This is pretty much how I feel while, and after, walking.

Worth the Pain

Legs like jelly and chest burn
Strap up the knee and rest?
Arms all heavy and pain earned
Pushing to the crest

Reach the top and almost scream
Body full of aches
Red hot skin emitting steam
Not long before it breaks

Normality Restored

Boys back at school and me back in my office can mean only one thing, normality has resumed in the Prince residence. The school has been fixed and I couldn't be happier that they are back today, they've been driving me mad! I have been lucky in that the sun was shining on both Monday and Tuesday which meant they could play in the garden (which LP loved). We've been for a couple of walks too, through countryside and muddy fields but it was nice to be outside and the kids loved exploring.

I was slightly disappointed (ok, more than slightly) on Monday when I took the boys to school only to find it was closed. I'd been spending the whole weekend thinking about my book and got myself all excited about starting work on it properly. I felt like I'd had christmas morning snatched away from me, I was not a happy bunny. But then that's what being a mum is all about, adjusting to changing situations, constantly.

Yesterday afternoon I got a little research done and managed to make lots of new notes to help. I really got into the swing of it and it made me realise I'd missed a few things in the story which need to be put in at the appropriate moment. I'm looking forward to making those changes. 

Where's the Time Gone?

First of all an apology is in order as I've not managed to comment on many blogs this weekend (or the whole week in fact) and I feel terrible. Usually I'm quite good at linking up and commenting but this weekend has just whizzed by and I feel like I've run out of time. 

Not only that but yesterday and today I've had the kids at home unexpectedly because their school lost power. We had a text this morning saying they'd managed to get electric working again but the heating wasn't working so the school would be closed again. I'm hoping for normal routine to resume tomorrow but we'll see. It's so hard to do any writing when the kids are at home and as for reading or commenting on blogs, just forget it. They're constantly coming over to me and asking for sweets or a drink, or to play on the Xbox, or to go outside, or... well let's just say it's never-ending.

A Week to Rule the Rest

Earlier this week I wrote a blog post about motivation and how wonderful I was feeling. A brisk walk first thing in a morning really does amazing things for your outlook and I would definitely recommend it. I spent the rest of the week feeling great and glad that I'd taken that first step.

This morning I attended my very first yoga class. In the past I have done yoga on the Wii Fit and often enjoyed it although I wasn't sure that it was doing what it was supposed to. So when a friend of mine mentioned that she went to a class every Friday I was instantly interested. If you're anything like me you'll imagine a yoga class with loads of skinny, young women doing all kinds of strange poses, you tucked away in the corner making a fool of yourself. It wasn't like that at all, the group of people that attend this class are all different (there's even a man) and I found the poses simple but taxing. The instructor was really helpful and gave us instructions that we'd understand and were able to follow. Not once did I end up falling on my bottom or making a fool of myself and once the class was over I felt a mixture of invigoration and relaxation. This is definitely a class I'll be attending on a weekly basis.

For Amanda - Prose for Thursday & World Book Day

How apt that this week's #Prose4T should land on World Book Day. I always look forward to this day (not including finding outfits for the boys of course) because it gives us all a chance to share the great books we are reading or have read. It gets the word out there for the author and we get the chance to take in a new tale.

My poem this week has been brewing for a while and yesterday I had to stop the washing up I was doing in order to jot down a few words. I was terrified they would disappear from my mind before I had the chance to get to the computer. The wonders of being a writer eh?

With Mother's Day coming up at the end of this month (May in America) I've been thinking a lot about being a mother, what it entails and the people that I look up to. It wasn't until I became a mother myself that I realised how hard it can be at times and how much stress my step-mother must've had to go through when I was a teenager. I wrote about it last year, which you can read here. My poem this week is for my step-mother and it's the first time I've actually written anything intending it to be 'for' someone, so here goes...

For Amanda

Amanda was her name
Mandy we were told
My dad's new girlfriend, my heart aflame
Anger I would hold

World Book Day 2014

Both BP and LP's favourite at one time.
It's World Book Day tomorrow and this year my boys have escaped the mad rush to find an awesome costume. Their school have decided to have a Mad Hatter's Day on which the children are allowed to wear a hat for the day. It can be a baseball cap, a trilby or some wonderful creation they have made at home. The letter for it came out last week, LAST WEEK! It's a good job it wasn't a letter saying my boys could dress up as a character or I'd be well and truly stuck. Anyway, I digress...

World Book Day got me thinking about all the different books I've read, both as an adult and a child, and the kinds of messages they sent. I've always loved reading and although there doesn't seem enough time in the day anymore I still love a good book. Some that top my favourites list are Society of the Mind by Eric. L. Harry, Chart Throb by Ben Elton and The BFG by Roahl Dahl. The first two I read as an adult and The BFG is my all-time favourite children's book.

Cross-Stitch Progress Week 6

I was meant to post this yesterday but the day flew by and I didn't manage it. What with walking in the morning, cleaning the house and pancake day I found myself struggling for any more time for the blog. I did, however, manage to get some editing on the book done so it wasn't a terrible day.

As you can see more progress has been made, I think I've done more this week because the hubby has been working in the evenings and this gives me a chance to get on with the cross-stitch. The flowers within the hedges are in and I've moved onto the sky. I think it's really lovely that the whole thing incorporates loads of different colours, it makes it much more interesting to stitch.

Week 5
Week 6

The surprising thing about cross-stitch is the amount of time needed to get it done. This week I must have spent at least four hours on it and there's only a little progress. I put this down to changing threads constantly and not wanting to make mistakes. I tend to unpick any mistakes I make and then have to restitch the whole thing, it can be very time-consuming. The best bit is that even when I feel like I'm not achieving anything in any other part of my life I can look at the two photos above and see I've made progress there. I'm creating something and that makes me smile.

Hello Motivation

Right now I'm sat at my desk, Mocha Latte sitting next to me, with Sugarland playing on iTunes as I type. The sun is shining in through the window, the scent of lavender lingering throughout the house and I couldn't be happier. This is the brightest and most motivated I've felt for a while and I'm taking full advantage.

I'm not sure what has caused this brighter mood. It could be the brisk walk (almost run) I went on with friends this morning. It could be the fact that the hubby and I have started our month long abstention of alcohol. It could be the plan to stick to a healthy diet, restricting chocolate and sweets. Or it could just be that I'm happy. The sun is out, spring is on the way and everything seems like it's going well. 

Routine has always been good for me, I tend to thrive when I have a plan. It doesn't matter if it's a month-long plan or a ten year plan, as long as I have a goal in mind. At the moment I have various plans and goals, including weight loss and writing more. This means that I am motivated to stick to rules and can't wait to reap the rewards of my hard work.