It has been a funny week. It has flown by so quick and i feel as though i have not done a thing. Which is true in a way, because all i have done is attempt to buy Christmas presents, and as i am a woman who hates shops (no kidding guy's) it has been murder.
With all our purses being pinched, we as consumers, no longer wish to buy the sily gadgets that will played on Christmas day, and then thrown away buy New Years day, we now look for things that people want, useful things, things that they are needed. alas, nothing of the sort flung its arms around me to be taken home and loved.
I've been to my local town, only to find junk at prices that i cannot afford. Telford, only because it was cold, and you kept warm. However, a few nick nacks were bought. The German Market in Birmingham, which was expensive, and i knew that some of the goodies that they were selling, i could buy way cheaper in Aldis.
So that has been my week, traipsing around like a wounded soldier from one county to another hoping to have got all my shopping, and over the weekedn have it all wrapped up in sparkly ribbon, and fancy paper...well no, i think the paper has snowmen on, and the cellotape has been half chewed by our puppy.
But i will not bore you any longer with Christmas cheer, if like me, it is very overwhelming and brings tears to my eyes, but if i hear another "Merry Christmas" song on the radio once more i will scream.
Last night i went to my local Writers' Circle, and it was nice to see not only the old faces (and i mean old..lol), but also new too. As one member said, it brings a different feel to the circle, as there are so many diffrent genre and different types of authors that bring fresh ways of writing to our club. No longer is it romance, factual, and crime, we now have flash writers, people who write for magazines, children writers, true life, fantasy and sci-fi, and history. A lovely jumble of work that we can listen to on manuscript nights, and put our voice in, on the construction of their work, how it could be improved, and what they could do to make it more appealing to the reader.
Also last night, our first publication of work by the circle was given out. It was stories from the group about our lives as children. it was supposed to be of our early days at school. as usual i thought differently, i was not a fan of school, so wrote about the time out of school. But you know when some of the stories were read out most had bad memories of school too, which made me feel guilty about not revealing my school past. The book is called Satchels, Inkwells and Milk Monitors, not sure if it is going to be published for public viewing, but still it is nice to actually have my name in a published book.
well i wil leave you at this point, i have ham that needs curing, and the house is in need of festive cheer.
take care, and thank you for coming by.
Victoria
With all our purses being pinched, we as consumers, no longer wish to buy the sily gadgets that will played on Christmas day, and then thrown away buy New Years day, we now look for things that people want, useful things, things that they are needed. alas, nothing of the sort flung its arms around me to be taken home and loved.
I've been to my local town, only to find junk at prices that i cannot afford. Telford, only because it was cold, and you kept warm. However, a few nick nacks were bought. The German Market in Birmingham, which was expensive, and i knew that some of the goodies that they were selling, i could buy way cheaper in Aldis.
So that has been my week, traipsing around like a wounded soldier from one county to another hoping to have got all my shopping, and over the weekedn have it all wrapped up in sparkly ribbon, and fancy paper...well no, i think the paper has snowmen on, and the cellotape has been half chewed by our puppy.
But i will not bore you any longer with Christmas cheer, if like me, it is very overwhelming and brings tears to my eyes, but if i hear another "Merry Christmas" song on the radio once more i will scream.
Last night i went to my local Writers' Circle, and it was nice to see not only the old faces (and i mean old..lol), but also new too. As one member said, it brings a different feel to the circle, as there are so many diffrent genre and different types of authors that bring fresh ways of writing to our club. No longer is it romance, factual, and crime, we now have flash writers, people who write for magazines, children writers, true life, fantasy and sci-fi, and history. A lovely jumble of work that we can listen to on manuscript nights, and put our voice in, on the construction of their work, how it could be improved, and what they could do to make it more appealing to the reader.
Also last night, our first publication of work by the circle was given out. It was stories from the group about our lives as children. it was supposed to be of our early days at school. as usual i thought differently, i was not a fan of school, so wrote about the time out of school. But you know when some of the stories were read out most had bad memories of school too, which made me feel guilty about not revealing my school past. The book is called Satchels, Inkwells and Milk Monitors, not sure if it is going to be published for public viewing, but still it is nice to actually have my name in a published book.
well i wil leave you at this point, i have ham that needs curing, and the house is in need of festive cheer.
take care, and thank you for coming by.
Victoria
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