Its the weekend - just about!

Helloooooooo!

Ok, so today I am in an excitable mood. I have the day off of work but I got up early to take part in the Write for Ten challenge that I decided to do on Wednesday. Today was my third effort. I think it is OK, for one it is great practice. You see I have decided that I am going to participate in the NaNoWriMo in November. Which does mean that I have to finish all my Christmas stitching by the end of October! Nothing like a fast looming deadlines to get you moving :)

I have picked out the designs that I want to stitch and will start one later today - I also have Monday next week off so am going to try my best to do a couple at least. I am little miss optimistic today aren't I?

Once I start I will see about posting some sneak peeks for you guys. Finishing is always a challenge but now the sewing machine has been christened I am feeling (again) optimistic.

If any of you fancy reading some of the stuff that I write - to be honest it has been very short 'Five Sentence Fiction' pieces and currently 3 'Write for Ten' pieces - the they can be found on my other site 'The Suddenly Kate Show' , the links are on the pages for each.

I have also been practising crochet! I know - call me crazy - about a year ago, I thought I would learn, I mean how hard could it be? It turns out that it was a lot harder than I thought and the instructions were unclear. So every now and then I have been picking up a hook and giving it a go - and slowly but surely I have seen an improvement. Don't get me wrong - I am far from making anything other than double crochet squares, but I am pleased that the practice is paying off. I have noticed my knitting has improved with practice immeasurably! I am pleased with that too - and I guess all these small triumphs are what has left me in a bouncy mood today. I used to hold the needles all wrong, and i looked on youtube and the instructions didn't make it any clearer - If i can help anyone in any way who is struggling with the needles then let me know, maybe I will make a video! (Highly unlikely) teheheheh!

So tell me - what are your weekend plans?

Write for Ten: Dump

This morning when I woke up I was ready to Write for Ten. I went to check the prompt to see what it was today – Dump – hmmm, I had no idea of where to start or even if I would be able to write anything. I think there is too much choice. I liked that about the setting prompt, that it had to be in a Police Station so I didn’t have to make any decisions other than to write with that in mind. With word prompts and so much variety I am finding it much harder – I am not a natural decision maker – and I am sure this is great practice for me.

So, I am sat here on my day off at 9.50am ready to get writing for 10 minutes, I am listening to my starred playlist from Spotify and the first song up is Amy Winehouse and Valerie….wish me luck…

‘its raining, its pouring, the old man is snoring’ she sang. The baby still screamed out as if she was ripping her arms out of their sockets. She began bouncing her on her knees and the crying stopped, she stopped the bouncing and the crying started again, she began bouncing the baby again. Her knees were aching but she was glad of the crying respite. Looking out of the window of the Caravan she could see the rain really was hammering down, the noise it made as it hit the roof and ricocheted off was almost deafening but she found it soothing. She looked down at the baby. The baby looked up at her. The baby’s face was damp with the tears that had just splashed down onto her cheeks, the eyelashes were all clumped together as though trying to keep warm and snot was slowly sliding from her nose to the top of her lip. The baby leaned into her mother and closed her eyes and at that moment she closed her eyes too. Just for a second.

He had promised her a life together, a home to share and raise their child in, but most importantly to her he had promised that he would always be there for her, whatever the weather. She looked at him lying asleep on the couch, his pale face and a body ravished by disease. At that moment he opened his eyes and looked at her and she looked back at him. He smiled. It didn’t matter if she lived in a dump she would be ok, but she needed him, he couldn’t leave her, how would she survive without him.

Ok, finished! My 1 year old niece is over and I think she inspired this piece with her screaming – the song now playing is War of the Worlds by Get Cape.Wear Cape.Fly.

Please leave feedback if you have time, it all helps and is greatly appreciated.

Thanks again.

Kate.

Write for Ten: Deck

I decided that I would have another try using the write for ten prompt and see what would spring from my mind. I was surprised again, but not in the same way as yesterday, I was surprised by the whimsy of it. I guess that is one of the good things about doing the Write for Ten, is that you discover things about yourself & your writing. Please feel free to leave an opinion.

‘Wow’ she said as she swirled around the large empty space. She simultaneously spread her fingers and toes to fill as much of the room as her small frame could, and after a large intake of breath she breathed out and a smile slowly lit up her face.

She was filled with so much joy that she didn’t believe that she would ever be able to stop swirling around. As she did so she envisioned all the changes that would be made to the room; the large coniferous tree would fill the corner where the old piano used to be, soft leather chairs would be placed by the fireplace to sink into, the fireplace would be garnished with stockings and cards and there would be nuts and chocolate on every side table.

She spun to face the doorway, flung out her arms as if to hug the space and pulled them back just as swiftly to hug herself, gave a nod and declared;

‘Yes, I will also deck the hall with boughs of holly!’

Five Sentence Fiction: Devotion

Check out the Five Sentence Fiction link here and join in!

So, is it going to be possible to carry on after Awkward & Zombie?


‘Sorry about that, I had something caught in my throat, ahem, wow, that’s better’ she said as she smiled up at him somewhat innocently.

‘So…you say you’re the artist? Where did you get your inspiration for this..erm..piece?’ she said as she waved her hand nonchalantly at the painting.

He snarled at her, he actually snarled at her, his lip curled up in one corner and he had a look of disdain plastered an inch thick all over his face, she knew he thought very little of her already but she was determined to salvage something of the evening and she was devoted to at least seeing it through to the bitter end.

‘the women in my life inspire me, and the everyday situations that we find ourselves in’ he practically spat at her.

‘I’m surprised you had enough for the one painting!’ she sneered back.

Write for Ten: Police Station [Setting]

I cam across the write for ten challenge whilst reading Lillie McFerrin's blog post where she interviewed Donna B McNicol who hosts Wrote for Ten.

This is what my brain produced - all unedited and who knows where it came from.

Prompt: Police Station

9.26am Start

It was cold in the station, white walls with dirty dents and abandoned blutack and drawing pins. A shiver ran up her spine as she stepped forward into the reception area. The place was a flurry of excitement, officers walking here there and everywhere like extras in a movie, constantly passing her by. She felt invisible, no-one seemed to see her, and she shivered again. Phones were ringing, and people were shouting across the room to one another, she could here sirens as cars left the station car park, just outside the door.

She felt dizzy from all the bustling police officers in their crisp white shirts and could feel the bile rising in her throat, she swallowed and kept the remains of the evening meal down. She needed to speak, to simply open her mouth and say something, she was struck dumb. It wasn’t fear, she had nothing to be afraid of, she was a survivor at all costs but still the words were struggling to come to her.

Her muteness had spread to her ears as she heard nothing but silence, she glanced up again and was met with 20 pairs of eyes all focussed on her, it was at this moment when she had the attention that she had walked in there craving that she dropped the bloody machete.

End: 9.36am

Fancy a quickie?

Here is some quick fiction that I wrote at the start of the Summer...

I lied as still as possible on the bed, breathing as gently and as deeply as I could. The window was ajar and I could feel the warm breeze lapping at my body.  Why was the bed so far from the window, just out of reach. I sighed and the sound struggled to cross the room, fighting its way through the dense humidity. School had closed for the summer last week and the heat had sat protecting us like an umbrella over Chesmont ever since.

“JESSE! JESSE! Hurry up and get a move on, time waits for no-one, we have to go…NOW!”

“JESSE!”

“OK, OK, OK, OK –STOP SHOUTING AT ME! I’M COMING NOW!”

Why does my mother always have to yell? Why does she seem to think that speaking in proverbs is somehow going to make me do as she says? Why can’t she just calm down and stop nagging me?

I need a shower.

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I’m sat in the kitchen, the window is open and the breeze is barely audible on my skin. The window seems so far away, I could barely get to it to let the breeze in. Chesmont had never had a summer like this one and I wonder if it will again. I woke Jesse over an hour ago to make sure that we wouldn’t be late. She hates being late, she always has done since she was a little girl. I should check on her.

“JESSE! JESSE! Hurry up and get a move on, time waits for no-one, we have to go…NOW!”

“OK, OK, OK, OK –STOP SHOUTING AT ME! I’M COMING NOW!”

Is that the bathroom door locking? Why hasn’t she had a shower yet? Why does she think that I woke her up an hour ago? Why doesn’t she listen to me anymore? Why does she always have to yell?

I need a drink.

Happy Invisible Dance!

Hello!

I hope you have all been having a great weekend. It has done nothing but pour with rain here today. Its been that really wet rain, you know?!

In other news...I have a finish done :) It is my Halloween Exchange Piece that I agreed to do with Shannon over at A Bit of This and That , I am feeling pretty pleased with myself because I have enjoyed stitching it, and I am pleased with the final result. The actual finishing isn't too bad but I have to warn Shannon that I used my sewing machine - for the first time - and so the edges may be a little wavy! :) I got the sewing machine last Christmas because I HAD to have it and it has only taken me 9 months to use it! lol

Obviously I can't post any pics until she receives it which will be some time in the middle of October.  But I have been stitching and am just deciding what to stitch for my Christmas Exchanges - I am pretty excited about them and will be more so when I know what I am stitching.

As usual I have lots of ideas and want to do lots of things but only one pair of hands - Eek! So I will have to prioritise.

I don't want to laden this post with loads of text (like last time) and am thus keeping it brief...I hope you have all been busy too and am going to be blog checking next!

Five Sentence Fiction: Zombie

When I saw the prompt for Five Sentence Fiction, I quite literally went Eek! I had thought that the 'Awkward' prompt had been difficult. But then a comment from a stitching friend (who had taken the time to pop over here to my writer-ish blog) had requested more of the story following on from the awkward post...

So I did just that..here is a link to the part that leads to this;

She stood there looking at him, part shock and part embarrassment, she knew that he was waiting for her to say something but standing there open-mouthed, head lolling and eyes unblinking, all she could muster was 'ugh, gur, erm, ig, agh...'

Come on she told herself, you can do this, just say something, anything, standing here acting like an extra from The Walking Dead is really not improving this date. 

She was surprised he hadn't just turned around and walked out already. She needed to refocus on something other than his stare that was very intent on giving her eyeballs a good pummeling.

She tilted her head down and looked at his chest, and there emblazoned across it was 'Night of the Living Dead'...she just might be able to salvage this date yet!

Better out than in!

Look at all that potential!?

In my last post I asked the question 'What inspires you?' and thank you to those who took the time to tell me what inspired them.

It occurred to me that I hadn't been that specific in my question, and what I should have said was what inspires you to take action? I think a lot of things give us ideas, and inspiration every day, but very few do affect us enough for us to act on it. I may be wrong.

I am always looking for inspiration, I have family and friends and hobbies that I enjoy and that I find to be inspirational, but very rarely do I act on that, I rather bask in the glory of their amazingness. My inspiration has to come from somewhere inside of me for example;

Sisters (me on the left)

this evening I was at my sisters with my mother and my nieces and me and my sister went into a fit of hysterics about a quite crude joke (email if you want to know it, I won't tell anyone ;) ) but it was one of those moments where it just tickled you. I couldn't stop laughing, and it felt like the laugh was trapped in me - I was literally going..

HA! HA! HA! HA! not even HA! HA!heeheeeheeehheeee

Very loud outbursts of HA!, then me holding onto my stomach, and then me on the floor slapping the carpet! At some point a lot of people would have been in tears - and if I had ever cried from laughter then this would have been it - the laughter subdued but as soon as my sister took a mouthful of coffee, the laugh returned and seeing her trying not to spit coffee all over the place or choke on it actually made me laugh harder! I know, my sense of humour is questionable, but I couldn't stop.

Someone on Twitter gave me a glimpse into a funny story they had of near death by choking whilst laughing - and I thought...I am inspired to blog one of my funny stories....but that is not what has happened, no. I have been inspired to write about inspiration!

Inspiration doesn't come from anywhere else but from inside of yourself and sometimes it is easy to forget that you are someone else's inspiration and most importantly your own. It is empowering to think that but I often feel like I am letting myself down, that I am not acting enough on instinct, that I should know what my aspirations are, where I see myself in 10 years and what I want to do with my life.

It is my birthday in 2.5 weeks and every year I go through this, this self-analysis, this scavenger hunt of my soul, my mind and my motivation - clinging always to the hope that I will see my future in myself. Another year older, another year wiser but never any wiser about me. I am going to be (take a big breath) 36 years old. I can't believe it myself. I really can't. I also still feel about twenty-something. Kind people tell me I still look twenty-something but my brain tells me that isn't the case! I look at people in their late teens & early twenties and think how young they are, yet I still remember what it was like to be that age and how I felt so very mature back then. Its strange what time does to you? I think its a rather cruel trick.

Old and Wise

But the point here, I'm pretending that there is one, is that for as long as I can remember I have never really known what I wanted to do career wise, and here I am at the end of a contract, almost another year older and still asking myself 'What do I want to do?' For me, it is absolutely infuriating. I want to bang my head against the wall and maybe scream a little but that won't help. I give great advice to others but it never seems to work on self-application. One of the comments on the previous blog suggested that I am at a point in my life when I can create the job I want - I loved that quote - but what is it I want to create, what type of job? I have spent 30 years cultivating a wall made of what if's and i don't knows and endorsed a daily ritual of telling myself it exists.

I wonder if anyone has an extra extra large sledgehammer I could borrow? Or maybe you had a similar situation? Or were at a point in your life, where it had all seemed to come to a stop and you had to plan a new route? Have you any pearls of wisdom to offer? Are you willing to give me a slap?

P.S If you are on Twitter and feeling brave then please follow me :) @Dekeboo

Music Review: The Bloody Quills

Its been over a month since my last review. All I can say is that I lost motivation for a while. It happens to us all, right?! However, I am back, at the very least to finish what I started in the summer, and write the reviews that the lovely bands listed here agreed to be interviewed for. Its been on my mind and I have kept on saying, tomorrow tomorrow but today is today! No...really, it is.

Some of you regular readers (anyone?) may be wondering who has brought me out of my funk. The answer is a rock band based in Ireland. I would at this point tell you who is in it and such but all that is covered in the interview below. So without further ado, I introduce you to…

Another great Twitter find (or rather they found me) that managed to catch my attention when the lead singer Keith Grace (with pseudonym Paranoid Erik) kept tweeting random song lyrics! With my attention caught I clicked on the link to the bands website. The first thing that you are met with is a large amount of text, but something in amongst that  text caught my eye! It was a line that said:

“you don’t need to be a musician to join the band, you just have to love music”

I have always wanted to join a band! So I now consider myself an honorary invisible tambourinist of The Bloody Quills or HIT for short – and every band needs a HIT right? – I best not mention my dance track or hilarious jokes as I could be kicked out on my invisible ear!

The Bloody Quills debut album was released a couple of weeks ago on amazon and is now on iTunes, I bought it when it came out – a total bargain! 15 songs for a mere £7.49. I have listened to it a lot and with each listen I get more favourites tracks.

If you have listened to any of the bands previously reviewed then this is going to be quite a change. Unfortunately, I don’t have loads of clips and links of tracks (if you have Spotify, they are on there, so you can try before you buy) but they have just completed a video to Malahide Girls which you can see below.

The first track on the album is;

A Girl Called Stephen (click here to listen)

The intro takes me back to 90’s movie soundtracks. The lyrics to this are pretty funny; 

My suspicions started growing

when I noticed she was 8ft tall,

I threw up and said I must be going

She said my numbers on the bathroom wall.

but the actual message in the song is quite sad as the song goes on to say that she doesn't want to go home alone. 

The Pursuit of Pleasure

This song is great, it is multi-layered, with a perfect song title and a real Blur vibe. It simultaneously reminds me of Black Grape with the shouty statement lyrics but I always think of Bowie when I hear it. The amusement/fairground music just rounds it all off nicely with a climatic ending! (she said winking, oi! oi!)

Last Train

This is the love song off the album…what? its not?..ok, in my eyes it is! Obviously I love it due to its quick tempo, upbeat feel and shoulder bouncing vibe. The lyrics arent that plentiful but at 2.59mins they're more than enough. Now I have noticed I have said upbeat, I feel I should mention it is not an upbeat subject matter.

Sunlight

This is ‘Last Train’s fraternal twin. Another love song about leaving but this time its not what is wanted. ‘Last Train’ is like go get out, and ‘Sunligh’t is more you are draining the life out of me and I don’t want you to leave but if you stay then it wont get any better so bye. This is obviously my interpretation! I have no clue if that is the meaning of the song. You'll have to have a listen and see what you think.

Other tracks that I wholeheartedly recommend are;

• You better come back
• Arbour Hill
• Music is Medicine
• Art of conversation

The Bloody Quills recently recorded a video to the third track off the album called ‘Malahide Girls’ – now I should warn you that this song can create ear worms, sometimes, and completely out of nowhere, I find myself singing..Malahide giiiiiirls….malahide giiiiiiirls! It seems like a chilled out song but don’t be fooled! Its hard to erase once its in there. I was following @TheBloodyQuills on Twitter before and during the making of the video, so I had a clue that it would have something to do with a country house and a ballerina. Here is the end result;

I also managed to corner Keith into agreeing to do an interview…it is the shortest interview to date and I feel like I should have asked more or maybe something intellectual. 

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Interview

Can you give me a brief history of the band to date?

Well Gareth and Paranoid Erik met last September , recorded 15 songs together with Percussionist Kalille who's friend Jose joined us for four rehersals in August 2012.

The name of your band is The Bloody Quills, where does that come from?
I was calling the project Soren Lorenson during recording and I was gonna go with that but then I thought Paranoid Erik might be better. Gareth said 'What about 'The Bloody Quills'? and I thought 'Bastard!'

  Who or what do you think has been the biggest influence on your music?
The Spirit of Gareth , Kalille ,Jose and our mentor Terry of course. Oh and the fucking Rolling Stones.

  If you had to choose one track off the album that best represents the band which would it be
and why?
Pursuit Of Pleasure represents the band closest because we are all punks looking for a fix. Plus it reminds me of Blur only more rock n roll.

What has been the best gig you have played so far and why?
Best gig was at The Aviva Stadium Dublin Ireland.It was a charity gig and the band set up the Backline and went for a swifty (drink) , only to return to find someone had forgotten the sprinkler system was on a timer. Exit Stage Left.;)

What has been your most memorable fan encounter?
When I got a tweet from Patrick Karl Quill to say he loved the music. So the first ever fan of The Bloody Quills was Patrick Karl Quill. Apt.

  I am always curious as to which song bands would cover if they went on the radio show
'Live Lounge'...so, which song would you like to cover in that situation?
I would choose to cover Cat Stephens -I Love My Dog right now , tomorrow it would be The Rolling Stones -Gimme Shelter and on Tuesday it might be Fleetwood Mac -Sara.

Finally, what’s coming up for you guys for the rest of the year?
Kalille is back from his month long home visit to Mauritius so we are back rehearsing . Hoping to not have to rummage through the skip outside the studio for girlfriends gifts. Hope that we get to play the music well and the right people get it. Also giving Kate a big kiss.

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 So, What would you like to know?

Links:
http://breakingtunes.com/thebloodyquills

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Five Sentence Fiction: Awkward

When I saw this prompt, I could easily think of awkward situations - I have been in a fair few, but putting that into words just wasn't happening for me. So I haven't joined the linky, I figure that I can sneak this one under the radar, and it is likely to be closed by now ready for next weeks prompt. So, here is my contribution.

There was no air in the gallery and no noise either, it wouldn't be unreasonable to say that it was like being in a vacuum, but as she looked over at her companions face it occurred to her that she might not get a response...it looked like he had a vacuum all of his own, nicely positioned just between his ears.

When she looked back at the painting that was absorbing all his attention, its dull muted colours, gentle brush strokes and frivolous subject matter, it occurred to her in her bright blue dress and heavily made up face that this was what people meant when they said that she was 'no oil painting'.

When he spoke she nearly jumped out of her skin, his voice was much deeper than she had imagined and he spoke with a lisp - which seemed such an odd combination - she just stared blankly at him until his eyes met hers, she kept on staring and then she noticed his forehead crumple and realised he must have asked her something.

I said...'what do you think of the painting?', 'she looked at him and he was very attractive, but she couldn't quite figure out why her friends had set her up on a date with a man who barely spoke and who considered standing in silence a perfect activity for a first date, she was hot, bored and her feet were killing her, 'its shit' she mumbled as she looked back at him.

'I'm the artist' he replied.

New beginnings & IHSW

Hello!

Where to begin...well, my blogoversary has now passed and I was very happy to have had some lovely comments about my podcast and several takers for a Christmas exchange!  I also agreed to a Halloween exchange and thus have spent IHSW stitching for that. I am happy with my progress as it is half done but it does mean that there are not going to be any pictures until the recipient has it :( Undoubtedly, there will then be far too many pictures of it!  The Christmas exchange will keep me busy for sure but again picture less :( As a consolation I will try and find some other picture to post with my updates :)

It is my birthday next month and I have decided that I want to have a new layout/design of my blog in time for that - I haven't thought too much about it but I am not happy with it at the moment - so will have to work on that too!

I have also been slacking on my other blog..especially in relation to music reviews..I was inspired to write one recently and am just waiting for the interview answers to come back from the band along with an exclusive on their latest video!

I am also coming to the end of my contract at work so need to find another job! Its all happening for sure. I recently realised that I have been working at the same place as a temp (on various contracts and in various departments) for what will be 5 years in November! Its shocking as the job was supposed to be a stop gap whilst I found something more permanent that I wanted to do. I am no nearer to knowing what that job is but I do feel that it is time to get something permanent so that I can get some job satisfaction.

So, before I leave you...I have a question...What inspires you?

We have a WINNER!

Hello again,

I put the numbers into the random.org generator...drum roll please.....and the winner is....

..and entrant number 12 was....

Fabulous Frogger

who I will contact shortly :) and who is also about to have a blogoversary and is having a giveaway ($50).

Thank you to everyone who has made this year great for me, who has commented, supported, encouraged and visited me. Don't forget to visit my Speech!

Here's to the next year!

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I am a little early with the audio blog (Have a listen below) but why not spoil you! Or torture..you decide!  Giveaway winner will be announced tomorrow.

Happy Happy Blogoversary everybody :)

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There are only 24 hours left to enter my Blogoversary Giveaway :)

Then it will be speech time! Eek!

Kate

Five Sentence Fiction: Memories

I seem to be living inside a song at the moment as all I can think about is music. Here is my contribution to five sentence fiction on the subject of memories.
Listen or read...
She was sick to death of people taking it upon themselves to point out that she came across as a very cold stand-offish person (how bloody dare they!), and hadn't she been through enough to warrant her behavior, didn't they reailse that she was fighting every day to maintain some semblance of stability and they could get lost if they thought that would change just because they suggested it.

She sat there in the cafe with her hands wrapped around the empty mug, clinging to the warmth as it slowly faded, the warmth that she no longer had in her life, and as she looked out the window at the passers by she gave a sigh of relief that she had survived another day.

Then, with no warning she felt her body begin to shake, her face was warm and her eyes stung and she reached up to find that tears were pouring down her face, tears that she had been fighting for what seemed like forever, tears that wouldn't come when she wanted them to but wouldn't stop now, tears that only showed her weakness and belied her strength.

The sobs followed, big gulping sobs, heart wrenching sobs full of abandonment and loneliness, sobs that too could not be held back, sobs that made the people in the cafe stare at her and start to leave, sobs that reminded her of a seals bark and made her wish that she could escape and swim away.

It seemed like forever had passed, but it couldn't have been more than a minute or so, when she finally managed to screech  "TURN THAT DAMN MUSIC OFF!" and very quietly under her breath "its breaking my heart..."


Hope you like it! I apologise now if I have bastardised my sentences! Oops!

Colour me shocked!

Does anyone remember a while ago when I wrote a poem called Sweet Music? Slightly erotic, anyone?

Well, I had recorded it using the soundcloud app and someone has since discovered it and remixed it with a beat behind it and it sounds really good - I can hardly believe its me!

I am pretty impressed and 100% bias, what do you think? Is it cheesy? Do you like it? Feeling nauseous? lol!

I must add that this person just used my vocals and poem as a dummy run - but still, it was a nice treat for me.

Blogoversary Giveaway!

Hello!

Its me!

Can you believe that I have had this blog for a whole year nearly? Only 8 days till the Blogoversary!

I thought I should do something to say thanks to the lovely people who check on on me even when I am not so bloggy and not so stitchy. A big (audio) speech will be made and posted on the actual Blogoversary day.

And I have decided that I will host a giveaway :)

The prize is a $25 gift card for 123stitch.com PLUS a surprise in the post :)

I have seen these giveaways where there are rules and things, well I don't like rules much and so there aren't any! Just remember...

• If you want to follow me or my other blog (see right-hand side) then please do and Welcome!
• If you want to link back to here from a blogpost of your own so that others have the chance to win, then I don't mind its up to you.
• The only thing you will need to do is enter into this linky thing below - that way anyone visiting here can visit your blog too - its a win-win situation so why not enter?

The giveaway closes on the 11th September and the winner will be announced on the 12th September (Blogoversary day!), the winner will be selected completely at random by one of those random name selector gadget tool thingamajigs.

Good Luck!

Floating on a note

Floating on a note

Notes echo in my ears,
Seeping through my mind
floating in my bloodstream
encasing my beating heart.

They are gentle and crisp and clear
and my heart pulsates in time to a
melody that at once is mine.

No lyrics can speak as openly
or directly, or reach the crevices of my soul,
My eyes are moist with tears
that are inspired, filled
with joy, with fear, with love and with pain.

As the music ends, a brief reprieve
a momentary pause, an emotional minefield, a jungle of thoughts
I am bewitched and compelled by the harmony and
I play it once again.

I wrote this today 3rd September 2012 whilst listening to some instrumental music. Its pretty much how I feel about music. I just wanted to write and so I did and this was it. This is what is in my head, my heart, my soul right now.