What’s your blog made of?
Is it about sugar and spice and all things nice,
Or a confessional of a particular vice?
Or reviews and comps and giveaways galore?
Have you so much to say that you post every day,
Or are you less frequent to come out to play?
Do you follow your stats with an eagle eye,
Or go with the flow with no ‘wherefore’ or ‘why’?
And how about linkys, do you take part in one,
Or even run one for double the fun?
And blogging support – it’s second to none,
It’s addictive, it’s social, it’s oh-so-much fun!
With humour and truth and bare-your-soul posts,
A dose of self-help, ‘how to’s’, ‘meet your host’,
The techy bit’s done, SEO and short lnks,
We’re ready to schedule or hit publish, me thinks…
But wait – one final edit, one final ‘tweak’,
The ingredients are mixed now, you need a good heat,
In an aga or retro eye-level grill,
The method won’t matter, it’ll still fit the bill!
‘Cos whatever makes our blogs, whether newbie or star,
We write from the heart we are what we are,
And that’s what matters, don’t aim to be ‘pro’,
Just blog what you want to and go with the flow!
By Carol Cameleon 2015
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I recently saw a blog post from Tales of the Motherland called “Alone in a hotel room”.
From the title I assumed it would be a sad post full of soul-searching. While I write this (very rarely do I type and go!), I haven’t read the blog post, as I don’t want to be swayed by the content.
It struck me how much just one word can convey.
To a busy parent it could mean 5 minutes of peaceful me-time
Or it could be someone travelling for work with only wifi and/or satellite TV and/or mini bar for company. (Not exactly alone then!…)
‘Alone’ can mean so many things to so many people.
It can mean a deep, empty feeling of being on your own.
It can mean shutting a door on an intrusive world.
It can mean time to free your soul by putting pen to paper in letter writing or any kind of writing.
It can mean absorbing yourself in a book (bliss!)
What does it mean to me? Well, from past experience, alone is a black place to be. Being alone can mean too much time to wallow. I used to feel ‘too’ alone when I experienced depression (which was, thankfully a good while ago now).
I used a journal to record something positive each day and when I recovered, I vowed I would never, ever go there again.
Along with focussing on all things literary and writing, I try very hard to keep my Virtually All Sorts blog positive and to that end, this post will finish on a positive slant.
For me, ‘alone’ has to be indulging in a bath of the perfect temperature, candles on and a good book afterwards (don’t want it getting soggy or the ereader falling in the bath!!)
So what was the point in me writing this post? It struck me how just from reading a title containing a single word can provoke thoughts and feelings and inspire a whole new blog post. Do read Dawn Landau’s post at Tales from the Motherland to see why she wrote the post that inspired this post…
What would you do if you had some ‘alone’ time?
Tell me in the comments below.
To say that I found this book fascinating is an understatement. It’s fair to say that I’m intrigued with how people used to live years ago (not all that long ago in this case, in the grand scheme of things). I love Downton Abbey (though I haven’t seen the whole series, sadly), I love anything and everything Jane Austen related, I love reading/watching well-researched fiction and non-fiction about the class divides and how people used to live. Way back when I was at school, I have distinct memories of a programme called ‘How We Used to Live’.
This book most certainly did not disappoint. How times have changed! Mollie chose to work in domestic service against working in a shop. The only other option being the Workhouse… which was most certainly not a good option. As Moran re-tells, domestic service involved starting at the bottom of the ‘food chain’, literally getting down on hands and needs and scrubbing and scrubbing, and scrubbing some more. Pretty much from dawn.
While reading this book, I found myself shuddering at the conditions that Moran and her counterparts worked in. But do you know what really amazed me? That it was perfectly acceptable and there was relatively little whinging done out loud. These people just got on with it… working their fingers to the bone!
Do read the book, it’s a very easy to read and goes really well with a nice hot cup of your favourite brew and a cheeky biscuit 😉
This week I’ve been extremely sneezy,
Add to the mix a little bit wheezy.
It’s made me something of a grumpy moo,
Wait… sorry, pass another tissue!
Achoo, achoo! I’m feeling groggy,
Can’t think straight, my head’s all foggy.
I love to be ‘at one’ with nature
And enjoy the weather when it’s a scorcher.
But you know what hayfever? I’ve had enough.
I’m done with groggy, I’m done with ‘rough’.
The windows are shut, no makeup on,
Antihistamines ready, hayfever be gone!
Cancer, jog on!
In July I will be running Race for Life.
I’ve achieved alot through the Couch to 5k app.
I’ve come from barely being able to jog for 60 seconds at any one time, to jogging for 30 minutes non-stop… how good is that?!
For me, it’s very good. I’m very proud of myself. I’ve shocked myself and found a new hobby that I love…
(aside from blogging of course!)
Please, please get behind me… re-blog, like, comment, share, share, share ……and share again across all of your social media platforms! It’s not for me, it’s for everyone who has been touched by cancer.
And let’s face it, that really is everyone.
Thank you 🙂
Disclaimer: this post is not endorsed in any way by Race for Life, Cancer Research or any other charity.
Picture source: Amazon
Benny Broad Bean
Out of all the characters in ‘The Garden Gang’ books by Jayne Fisher, these are the ones that I loved the most as a child.
I found the stories that Fisher wrote to be enchanting. They really captured my young imagination with the colourful drawings and the cheeky veggie names! Little did she know how popular her garden gang books would be when she started writing them at the tender age of 9. She was to be the youngest ever Ladybird author at the age of 12. What an incredible achievement!
The inside cover of my own well-thumbed copy of ‘Wee Willie Water Melon and Betty Beetroot tells me that Jayne had:
“…her own little garden at home which gave her the ideas for these stories. Jayne’s bold, colourful felt-tipped pen illustrations are bound to appeal to young children…”
So not only was she a talented young author, she also created the vivid, bold illustrations too. I wonder what she is doing now?…
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