Are you ready for a challenge beginning with D?

Welcome to my take on the #AtoZChallenge You don’t need a theme to take part but I’m going by the theme of ‘A to Z’. The aim is to write each post in rhyme, incorporating keywords that begin with the relevant of that day.

So here we go…!

When you’re writing a mystery ‘who dunnit’

And the murderer’s weapon’s a strawberry punnit

Remember the rule of who you must fool

When writing a who dunnit that won it!


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Are you ready for a challenge beginning with C?

Welcome to my take on the #AtoZChallenge You don’t need a theme to take part but I’m going by the theme of ‘A to Z’. The aim is to write each post in rhyme, incorporating keywords that begin with the relevant of that day.

So here we go…!

They say, “don’t judge a book by its cover

Much like you shouldn’t with a lover

But be careful of this, it could all go amiss

If you get on the wrong side of your mother!


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The tourists stared in wonder

It’s been a while but here I am, writing again! And it feels good. This is my take on the photo prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ #FridayFictioneers photo prompt.

The tourists stared in wonder

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Everyday, it seemed, the music played. the locals thought it normal that a derelict piano could be played so beautifully; the tourists stared in wonder at the keys moving, even more so at the broken or missing keys, disbelieving that the music as a whole was coming from the incomplete piano.

There was a plaque subtly placed so as not to displace the magic, on the wall.

It read, “Here plays Stan, long-time musician and busker of this town.”

If you look carefully, at the end of the day, you can see the coins being counted, float through the air and poured into the charity tin of the local shop.

Once a busker, always a busker.


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The Right Writing Tool

I love to write and generally I find that my words flow with paper and pen.

Sometimes pencil but mainly pen.

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When my words flow, the inspiration keeps coming, the idea keeps growing, the creative juices don’t scratch on the page and all is well.

Rare is the occasion when I find myself typing directly to computer. My notes are only understandable by me, partly due to my writing which when ‘in the flow’ is what I would call ‘artistic’. I wouldn’t win any house points for handwriting, that’s for sure.

There are arrows drawn from here to there with asterisks, triangles, squares – anything that can be married up with ‘go to [star, triangle, square]’.

Parts are sectioned off and numbered so that I know which section goes where. You’d struggle to do that on a computer.

Back in my school days I used a fountain pen with actual ink cartridges and I loved it. There was a real sense of ‘old skool’ about it. I’m tempted to get another for the sake of nostalgia!

Because there’s no doubt that if you use a good quality pen, the whole process is going to feel better. It’s a no-brainer!

What about you? What’s YOUR writing tool?

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The great thing about gratitude

I recently read a book that really resonated with me.  During the Christmas break, I had decided that I would take some time out for me and my family.  I decided that I would re-read a book that would help me to focus on what I wanted to achieve, and this in turn brought into question what I actually did want to achieve.

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At the risk of sounding like a total cliché (there’s no getting away from it – we have a good and proper old-fashioned cliché here!), I realised that I wanted to focus on what I already have, to remain focussed on what I already have and on the more naff days that everyone has, focus on what I’ve got to be grateful for in order to bring that vibration of gratitude right back to where I want it to be.

One of the best ways to do this, as recommended in the book 30 Law of Attraction Practical Exercises, is to write a Gratitude Journal every day.

Considering I re-read this book in December, I decided there and then to start applying this theory and didn’t want until new year to get stuck in.

Since the day that I first read the book, I’ve written in my gratitude journal most days. And I can honestly testify that it works.  If I’ve had a bit of a naff day, racking my brains for something to be grateful for does make me see the lighter, brighter, happier, even simpler side of life.  Heck, I even find myself making mental notes of ‘I can pop that in my gratitude journal later!’.

So yes, my gratitude journal is working for me, lifts my mood when needed and has become a good habit, which I’m very grateful for… And who doesn’t want some feel-good vibes?…

I often post an insta-story of what I’m grateful for each day too and have found that a lot of people watch my stories, perhaps inspiring them to do the same.

What about you?  What do you do regularly to lift your mood and focus on being grateful?  I’d love to hear in the comments below 🙂 

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What to do when your own writing bores you

What to do When Your Own Writing Bores You

What to do when your own writing bores you

One of the most painful experiences as a writer, especially one who considers themselves to still be learning, is re-reading your own work.  It’s a necessary task, but it should be done after you’ve had time away from your work.  But here’s a question: what if you read your writing only to find that, above all else, it’s simply boring?  If you find that you’re not as inspired or passionate as you aimed to be, what can you do?

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Poem for #WonderfulWorldofWriting ~ The Thing About Music

Poem for #WonderfulWorldofWriting ~ The Thing About Music

 Poem for #WonderfulWorldofWriting ~ The Thing About Music

 The Thing About Music

 

When you hear the start of your favourite track,

Have you noticed what happens, that it takes you back…?

Back to a time, be it good or bad,

Your emotions will remind you, happy or sad…

 

That’s the thing about music, whether dancy or not,

You can make your own playlist, with your own number 1 spot;

You don’t need a rock star or a disco ball,

Close your eyes and feel ‘that’; it’s universal, for all.

 

In the blink of an eye, you’re transported away

To a first date, or a dance, or a holiday;

The rhythmn of music resonates far and wide,

Bringing people together, knocking down the divide…

 

A festival for the senses, the rhythm, the beat,

It moves you, it shakes you, you gotta move your feet!

As it vibrates through your body, your hips sway, your arms move,

Music’s all around us, let it in, feel your groove…

 

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By Carol Cameleon 2017

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Poetry for #WonderfulWorldofWriting ~ When Their Eyes Sparkle Wide

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When Their Eyes Sparkle Wide

 

When I looked through her school bag for homework and slips

I found an envelope inside, “To the parents of Miss…”

Absent-mindedly I thought, “It’s likely about SATS.”

As I skim-read, blah blah, wait, “I’m delighted that…”

 

Wait, what?  Slow down, the letter’s not what I thought,

The pride rushed right through me like a proud mummy’s ought;

I read it again, word by word, slowly this time,

Taking in each syllable, the wonder all mine…

 

There have been moments a-plenty in my days as a Mum

When my heart’s near burst open, and this moment is one;

Reading on some more, I called our daughter to look,

Slowly, precisely she read, “…poem published in a book!”

 

Our girl’s wonder, amazement, her eyes sparkling wide,

Her poem to be printed and read far and wide!

She’d penned a poem at school and handed it in,

Of 11,000 entries, the judges’ decision was ‘win’!

 

And it is a ‘win’ cos it’s amazing and believe it or not,

Her original, own poem is in the final ‘lot’;

She’s been chosen from thousands, she’s our little star

Our creative, wonderful daughter, see her talent go far…

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By Carol Cameleon 2017

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Poetry for #WonderfulWorldofWriting ~ A Poem About Pet Loss

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A Poem About Pet Loss

 

Pets can be so different,

And their owners too;

Different personalities

That come shining through…

 

When they’re no longer there

And only memories remain

We look back fondly at their quirks

Wishing to see them again.

 

Rosie was our pet, our cat

Much joy she brought us too,

I remember when we bought her home

It was so exciting and new…

 

She fitted in the carrier with another kitten,

Skitting here and there,

She was so funny

Yes we were smitten…

 

She had a little nook, a box

Where she often lay,

She’d pop her head up out of the top,

She really made our day!

 

A typical cat, she’d often play

And chase her tail around,

The Queen of funny she really was

A cat or maybe a clown!

 

When you lose a pet, a void appears

a massive gap is left

Empty bowls and beds, less noise, less ‘them’

Leave you feeling quite bereft

 

At times like these I remember

All the funny times and more,

Those snuggles on the sofa,

Cat food all over the floor!

 

Rosie, we will miss you,

But we’re glad your now at rest,

Your cheeky character, exploring nature,

You really were the best!

xXx

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By Carol Cameleon 2017

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‘Making room for her nearly 8 year old things’ ~ poem

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‘Making Room for her nearly 8 year old Things’

 

We often tell our daughter that she needs to de-clutter,

“To make room for more tat!”, I say with a mutter;

Her room needs a sort out with a fine tooth-comb,

For the old toys that now need a new home…

 

Instead of tidying, she’s often found playing,

Unearthing old toys that it seems are now staying,

“It’s a pre-school book, you no longer need,

It’s been in a box, chapter books you now read!”

 

Okay, she tells me, she’ll sort that box out,

So I leave her to playing, not sorting, no doubt;

But a little while later she presents a small pile,

Of nick-nacks that I’ve not seen for a while…

 

“I don’t need these now, they’re too young for me!

I’ve had them since I was around about three.”

‘Tis true and my heart, well it does a small flip,

Cos I know she’s growing up in a hop and skip!

 

Peppa Pig, Disney Princesses are all relegated

To the ‘not wanted’ stack, I feel somewhat deflated…

But you know what?  It’s all good and exciting,

The next step of our journey that it seems we’re alighting…

 

With makeup, with fashions, with disco lights,

With pop music, with dancing and slightly later nights,

All signs our little girl is little no more,

As she practices dance moves on the living floor.

 

We see her character growing and growing,

Moulding to where the wind takes her, it’s blowing!

Leaving her old toys, all stacked up in the wings

Making room for her nearly 8 year old things…

 

By Carol Cameleon 2017

How do you cope when your child decides they’re suddenly too old for the toys that, actually remind you of their earlier days? Does your heart skip a beat of excitement or is it bittersweet?  I’d love to know!  Please comment below or tweet me @AllSortsHere

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