Right, by thirty I take it they mean after thirty-two because, while I might have the smile of the flirt down, thriving I am not.
What is to thrive? Let’s find some synonyms… flourish, prosper, succeed, boom, bloom and blossom? Increase? I take it I am supposed to be more than I am, or at least want more than I am and have an aim to be it, get it and have it?
So let’s be all Sound of Music about it and start at the beginning… what do I want?
Top 3 that come to mind without any thought, just finger to key: 1. To be able to have a successful career as a writer. 2. To be financially secure and have the benefits of that security. 3. To have someone look me in the eye and know that I have blown their mind.
The first two points are obviously, for the most part, intertwined and relatively within my control. EFFORT EFFORT EFFORT! Make some! And the third point, well, let’s not dwell on that one two much as this one is customarily reserved for my alter ego leading lady.
Now I need a game plan. A challenge! I do so love a challenge. Maybe I need to push myself more, my alter ego leading lady is not as patient as she once was.
Top 3 challenges that come to mind without any thought, just finger to key: 1. Write 30 poems from July 2012 to June 2012. One year, barely a poem per week, in the same format and all ending with a sonnet … line. 2. Write 30 reviews from July 2012 to June 2012 (are you sensing a theme) on anything that I watch, visit or buy. And put some effort into the review! 3. Read 30 books, okay I am not going to type that again, over the next year and in no less than 500 words talk about it. I know this is like a review but I wanted the additional challenge of actually reading.
So, in theory, I should be able to undertake and achieve my challenges. Right?
It doesn’t look that hard, thirty is a nice even easy number… it’s flirty. :) xx
Usually I like to read a book before I watch the adaptation, though if the page version is a little hard going then admittedly I cheat. Like with The Time Traveller’s Wife; I tried to get past the first couple of chapters but in the end succumbed to the allure of Eric Bana in an effort to read on un-confused. And it worked; I ended up loving both the film and the novel. Same really with Nicholas Sparks, I always love the amount of emotion that goes into his adaptions and I feel watching them first only adds to the reading experience. Would Nick think the same? I don’t know, but if thinking of Zac Efron means I can read The Lucky One in a Sunday afternoon and ended up sobbing at the end that can only be good, right?
Anyway, to the point of this post… a couple of weeks ago me and the husband, the husband and I, watched ‘One For The Money’ starring Katherine Heigl and Jason O’Mara. I really enjoyed it but felt something was lacking. The characters were fun, likeable and the actors worked well together. But something was missing. It was only after watching it that I found out that the film was actually based on a novel of the same name by Janet Evanovich. Being a book lover and a bit shame faced that I didn’t know it was a book, I bought it. And when it arrived I read it in a ridiculously short amount of time, even for me.
You see I LOVED the book. Where I had appreciated the film, reading the book made it clear what was missing. Sure the characters were still the same, portrayed very well by Katherine and Jason, and the plot on the most part was true… the thing missing was Janet’s wit. Very rare do I read a book where I feel that I am listening to a story told like a tale by the author. One for the money was one of them. Janet reeled me in and left me wanting more when I had finished. Lucky for me there are currently eighteen books in the Stephanie Plum series. I have already bought the next two and am eagerly awaiting their arrival.
So after nearly 400 words, what I am trying to say is… I recommend One For The Money, in both formats. Both are entertaining, witty, easy to read and watch with a plot and characters what really make you want more more more. :) xx
Part 7! Can you believe it, that is over half the year done and we have thus far managed to achieve our goal of one thing a month. July saw us at The Grand theatre in Leeds for my idea of hell.
Avenue Q! A tale about puppets. You remember I have an irrational fear of puppets right?
I must admit I was dreading it but the show was fantastic. So well written, excellently sung and acted and I was even able to look past the fear and thoroughly enjoy myself. I would recommend it, google it and see what it is all about yourself.
As with all our theatre visits we have been unable to take photos during the performance so here are a few of the theatre and one of The Arcade. :) xx
Have you ever taken the time to write a paragraph about yourself? An about me?
It is actually a lot harder than you think! I tried it… an hour later I had deleted several inane lines of shallow description and developed a frown line.
I found myself with a number of questions: What do people want to know? What do I want them to know? What am I willing to disclose? Am I brave enough? Am I interesting enough?
I decided to let my fingers type to a natural pause and simply read ‘me’ back. This is my about me…
Hi… I’m Stacy.
I have blonde hair, blue eyes and petit facial features which I hide behind a pair of terracotta spectacles. I am of average build, average height and average pretty much everything else. I excel at little and coast at a lot. I like to read, watch and listen, making me an observer rather than a doer. I am left handed, live by an inner imaginary soundtrack made up of soft rock songs and my iPhone is usually glued to my hand. I am a Nicholas Sparks quote ‘I am a common (wo)man with common thoughts and I have led a common life…’ but I have had neither the joy nor the tragedy to warrant a full page.
I like eyes and I like the intimacy of their contact. My heart races on a daily basis and my heart aches just as much. I play at being happy in those moments when I am not, often a fraud in my own skin. But I fake a sparkle well, I can always have an interest in your interests, you can count on that. I am dependable, understandable, a nifty phone a friend. Daughter, woman, wife, mother, me occurring in that order with the exception of the ‘me’. Have I found me yet? I had plans for my life, now I have new plans. I want to make my daughter proud; I figure I have a few years yet to get my act together or rather my write together. I openly blog each day about that day but I am shy by nature. I am not the life of the party but I am the smile of laughter when the music dies.
I am hopeful that there is some exceptionality in my veins; I am optimistic at least, a realist with an optimistic outlook… I know the glass is half empty but I am willing to top that metaphorical liquid to the top. Someday, somehow, somewhere you will know me and think ‘I remember her, she used to be ordinary.’ And you will be wrong. I will still be ordinary… I will just have found a way to make you believe that to live life like you are dreaming out loud is to be remarkable.
Pounding hearts and none too gentle breaths are gasped, Amid the heightened meld of sensation and of soaring heat, Sweetest peak; tantalising, tentative, trembled tips of fingers touch, Searing, piercing eyes catch and hold, don’t break, can’t break, Intertwined in all but the physicality of a kiss, a whisper, Outward a shimmer, a spark crackles forth; inner fires rush and rise, Now is that moment, momentous, earth-shattering, lust’s consequence, …mouth encounters mouth.
I am all about the photos of late and less about the words.
It’s not that I am stuck, I have not fallen to the curse of writer’s block… I am befelled more by the ravages of time.
I don’t have enough of it, time that is!!!
I know I know, from time to time I do moan about not having enough time and I am conscious of the time wasted by griping about grappling with the illusion of fast passing time. Like now for instance… I could have written a poem in the spell / interval / period (time) I have waffled needlessly.
So here it is… the poem I could have written…
Take a pause, a breath, a thought and remember who, what, where and from when, Imagine the before, disregard the now and cower at the future as it hurtles, Make a plan, consciously, set a goal, make your target but take heed, Elusive is the pattern of a projective, suggestive, passing from day to night … hold on tight.
I like it in my salad, maybe with a bit of oil for bread dipping and sometimes I might tip a little in the wok but that is about it.
This week I learned three new uses for balsamic...
1. It is delicious on strawberries, 2. A drop on the tongue cures hiccups, 3. Mix a table spoon with a jug of lemonade and some chopped fruit and you have made yourself a non-alcohol alternative to Pimms.
It got me thinking, what odd uses do you have for household items that are usually a little mundane? :) xx