12:14 PM
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At last! I have finished a first draft of my new novel. 90,000 words to start playing with and I am exhausted... Giving myself the week off.
Instead I'm enjoying time with my little girl. Tottering, unsteady on her tiny feet. She's learning to walk... delicious. She's better than chocolate!!
1:01 PM
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Accept that some days you're the pigeon,
and some days you're the statue.
Ricky Gervais
2:36 AM
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Petite Anglaise by Catherine Sanderson
Biography: Takes blogging to a whole other level!! In an idle moment Catherine starts a blog under the pseudonym Petite Anglaise and so all the trouble begins. As Petite is getting into all sorts of mischief, Catherine's personal life slowly begins to unravel. This book reads like a best-selling chic lit novel - full of romance, drama and suspense. I found myself so caught up in the story I couldn't read it fast enough. So lost was I in this book that there were times I forgot it was a biography - this was somebody's real life!! The realisation would hit me and I would sit squirming, a little uncomfortable with everything I'd been witness to; it was a voyeuristic experience. Catherine is unashamedly honest about this period of her life, all her actions, emotions, thoughts laid bare for us the reader.
It does raise the question -
In the land of blogging, is there such a thing as too much information?
5:35 AM
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You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
The first four lines of Mary Oliver's poem Wild Geese. One of my favourite poems. Here's a link to her page on poets.org if you want to know more.
1:45 PM
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Ottoman Empire, 20 November 1666
From my window I have a view of the courtyard and the pyre the men are building. They are going to burn me tonight - at the stroke of midnight. It will be new moon and the darkness will be complete. I know his plans - to extinguish all candles; to shroud the castle in darkness and when the clock strikes the twelfth hour he will light the pyre and the flames will consume me.
Will I scream? Will I beg for my life? For a quick death? To have my throat cut as I once did for another? All of these questions go through my mind along with the one I cannot answer - if I give into his demands will he release me or will he burn me anyway? I have humiliated him, broken our alliance, and now he seems determined to make me suffer.
And yet, there is the moonstone to consider. Always that - before anything else; before my family; before the man I love; before my desire for freedom. My priority must always be the moonstone - even at the time of my death. The important question is not the loss of my life but how, if I die here tonight in this castle, five days before the appointed hour, how will the moonstone reach the temple in time? If I die now, all of it will have been for nothing.
In one hour the sun will set and with the darkness will come the priestess of the Scorpion Order. She has been waiting for this day too. There are many who wish me dead.
12:01 PM
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If only this was the view from my window. I managed a thousand words today, despite my daughter having a cold and not being in the best of form. I'm so close to finishing a first draft...frustratingly close. If only there were more hours in the day.
11:54 AM
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If you're going to be thinking anyway, you might as well be thinking big.
Donald Trump
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