Hola! Me again!

Another hiatus! I'm terrible at this blogging. Soz.

Uodate: I'm in a pub, alone, 1 glass of wine inside me. (A really nice New Zealand Sauvignon Blanc). Just to say I was with a friend but he has gone to bed because he started his new job today and he's shattered. I have had the fortune of having a day off and so I am revitalised and merry from the wine.

But actually for the first time in my life and in my time as a writer, I have learned to appreciate some time alone, in the outside world. I've managed to write another chapter for the book!!! How exciting!!!!

There's something completely different about being at home alone and being outside, alone.

I've managed to get a quiet 'cozy corner' in my local pub, I can hear the hum of people at the bar. I don't feel alone, I have my characters, I know there's other people around me. I am happy here. I probably shouldn't make a habit of drinking alone, in a small town bar ( you can get a name for that!!) But perhaps I should venture out alone, on my days off.. spend some time with me, my characters and perhaps, just maybe I might finish this damn book before I die!!!

Much love,
J xx

30 Day Writing Challenge: Exhale, Enter, Enjoy

Exhale.

I breathed in the cold air. I was stood outside of the pub, hesitant about going in. I knew you'd be there. I knew how I'd feel when I saw you. I knew that my stomach would knot itself up like it usually did around you. You'd come over, ask how i was, place your arm around my shoulders and buy me a drink. And all of that terrified me. Such a familiar feeling for me but I was terrified that one day I wouldn't be able to control it. Fear that you'd see all of the emotions that are whizzing around my body paralysed me for seconds.

Enter.

Ten seconds later, I'm in the pub. The warmth of the room caresses my body and surely enough, there you are, As predicted, you walk over, the smell of whisky catches my nostrils. "How are you? Can I get you a drink?", I know you so well. Surely enough, you buy me a rose. "Cheers" a clink of our glasses. I take a sip of my wine... Sip... Ahh.. I have arrived.

Now to enjoy the evening.

30 Day Writing Challenge: Broken/Fear

Broken promises lead to broken hearts, 

Broken hearts can lead to broken guitar strings..

There is a fear that resides in all of us. We all fear being broken. A broken heart, broken promises, broken bones. For once we are broken we are ultimately, never to be the same again. Sure, we'll look the same on the outside, but our inner soul and spirit will be cracked, scarred, different. The stunning art of Kintsukuroi shows us that we are more beautiful for being broken, The cracks are filled with gold or silver laquor, leaving shiny, beautiful wounds. It is with these wounds and the lessons we've learned from being broken that leave us more stunning on the inside. 

Being broken does not have to be final. 

30 Day Writing Challenge: To Know You're Alive

30 Day Writing Challenge: Catching Up With An Old Friend

30 Day Writing Challenge: Witchcraft

Inspired by the song Witchcraft by Frank Sinatra.

30 Day Writing Challenge: The Song That's Been In Your Head All Day