Honey, I lost the car

I did the same with a book of my nephew’s poetry the other day. Not as crucial I admit but disconcerting nevertheless.

Peter Coleborn

A few hours chin-wagging over beer and food in a Birmingham city centre pub, with a couple of good friends, what better way to spend a Saturday afternoon? I gave James Brogden a copy of his soon-to-be published collection Evocations (coming soon from The Alchemy Press) and he was very pleased with the book. We talked about a possible new anthology for 2016 (more details later). Otherwise the topics of conversation were, mostly, inconsequential. But that’s fine – one can’t save the world every time one meets.

I drove into Birmingham from the south, along the A38, aiming to park somewhere in the Brindley Place area. Now, I lived in Birmingham for 20-odd years. I thought I knew the area well enough. Turns out, I didn’t and I was confused further by the new build in the that area — and all those bloody road closures due to them tearing…

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Writing for Children? Be Sure your Character Grows

Some good tips here.

Chris The Story Reading Ape's Blog

Remember how proud you were when you were a little child and learned to tie your shoes by yourself? Do you remember how excited you were when you learned how to write your name all by yourself? Those are wonderful milestones in every child’s life. We all want to remember that we were independent. We accomplished something important on our own. The same philosophy applies to the main character in your children’s story. He or she must change in a positive way, in order for your story to be successful.

Should adults take a main role in your story?

This is not recommended. Are you wondering why? One reason is the adult in the story may not approve of what the child is doing. Perhaps the adult doesn’t want the child to take a risk, but that’s how children learn. It’s one of the ways the child in your story…

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The Awkwardness of Cats

Seren on bed2

Seren as the cat who owns our house, or so she likes to think, has a favourite spot on our bed. She has her own rug and she chooses to sleep there on the days when it’s not particularly warm, but the heating hasn’t been switched on.

If the sun is shining then she infinitely prefers her spot on the dining room window sill, or failing that on the mat beside the front door. Both toasty places for a cat who is getting on in years.

So, on Friday, when the sun shone in through the windows I thought it would be a good time to wash her rug. After all with the warmth of the sun and the bite of the wind it would soon be dry. The cat, therefore, was banned from the bedroom, which wouldn’t matter as she would prefer to sleep in one of her sunny downstairs spots.

What I didn’t reckon with was the Awkwardness of Cats.

On any other day she wouldn’t have bothered to set paw on the stairs. On Friday I couldn’t stop her sneaking in to lay claim to her place on the bed.

I could have chased her off. I could have shut the door, but as all cat owners know, once a cat has set her mind on something, there’s nothing we can do.

The sun shone, Seren slept on the bed and I changed our duvet cover when she finally deigned to come downstairs for her supper.