Life, Love and the Everyday

Life Today I had a terrible epiphany that is really so shameful I will definitely regret saying it at all! I think my writers block is the equivalent of Erectile Dysfunction! I have all kinds of stories in my head and for some reason unknown to me, I am sitting at half-mast and cannot perform! I start writing something that I reckon will be fun and then...well, all of my fictional heroes and heroines are disappointed while I am frantically scrambling to revive the excitement and anticipation for their tales. This is one thing that frustrates me about being a writer - lots of good story lines sitting on my desktop but they come to an abrupt pause mid-sentence. I want to write something so sensational that people will still be talking about years from now, the kind of book they will keep in a special place on their book shelves and read it once or twice a year, or whenever the mood strikes them. Something they will always remember and talk about with their families, friends, strang

With one manuscript finished and in the middle of revision, I can't seem to get excited about writing anything. (Except maybe my blog.) Due to shifting furniture around my little two-bedroom unit, my desk is submerged in everything you can think of except stationary and that is a potential reason why my inspiration is ebbing. But the first and foremost reason could be because when nothing is happening, nothing gets written. This morning I went to the gym for an hour and when I got home I started to tackle the task of laundry. Between laundry and the Sex & The City marathon I had today, I gave myself a make-over in an attempt to make myself somewhat presentable to meet A's boss and co-workers tonight at the Morrison Hotel. Yes, very house-wifey of me, I know. On the days I am not working (which is most days) my uniform is "grandma shoes" and an airy dress. But today I wanted to do something spontaneous for a change. As much as I love being a glorified house-spo

LIFE: My no-sugar challenge was too good to be true! Four days running I had a bizarre amount of energy, was less stressed and my skin glowed with health. I also lost two kilos. On the scales last Tuesday I was standing on 93 kilos! The closet I have ever gotten to 90 kilos! This morning I am back to 94.4 kilos. I have a feeling the junk food rampage I have been on the past five days has contributed greatly to this debacle. What brought on this relapse? Other than the fact that going cold turkey on sugar was a stupid idea? I guess I should fill you in on the events over the past few days. Let's rewind back to last Wednesday, it was the Ladies Breakfast Club Christmas Party. The Ladies Breakfast Club is a Bible connect group which meets on the third Wednesday of every month. Our group consists of women from all walks of life. Elderly pensioners, career women, house wives and me. I fall into all those three categories with the exception of "elderly". My Mum and I have

Life After writing potential best sellers, it is very normal for a certain aspiring writer to simply relax and wait for the next best seller to drop into her brain whilst trying, seemingly in vain to look for publishers who are not greenhorn shy. Other than that, the rest is life. These days life is mostly about family, A, work and learning to use a sewing machine. You might say "Big deal!" but I am fixated on the goal of sewing my own wedding dress when the time rolls around, so I have to get in lots of practice! Love A. and I are going absolutely, spiffing, awesomely fantastic and needless to say, I am a very happy lady! & The Everyday... Stifled by the clutter of A.'s and my humble dwelling, I walked to one of my local libraries in hope that a window of inspiration would open. And it certainly did, I just didn't know it at the time. I walked past "I Quit Sugar For Life" by Sarah Wilson once or twice before picking it up and reading the b